Enough is enough. You decide it's time to study, as useless as it might be. You open your eyes and stand up. As soon as you do, you realize that something is off. Your head feels weird, like it's stuffed with cotton or fogged with glass. It's hard to think, which is ironic given the amount of thinking you've been doing.
"Something is wrong with me," you mumble.
"Yeah, I'd say so." The voice agrees.
You walk into the living room and collapse on the couch. You try to turn on the TV, but your motor skills seem to have been affected. Your hands grip the remote, but you can't push the buttons. You try to speak, but find that you can't even do that. What the hell has it done to you?
"Oh quit your whining, you had it coming," the voice says. "Besides, you're not going to be like this forever. Just keep it together for a little while and everything will be fixed."
"Right..." You say, although it comes out as a long sigh.
You try to take a deep breath, but your chest feels tight. You can't even bring yourself to get up off the couch. You almost hope your sister will walk in, but it's not like you could explain any of this to her. She'd just think you're acting like a weirdo and tell you to go take a shower.
"I can help you through this if you want. Just listen to my voice and focus on my words."
You're not sure if that will help, but it can't hurt. You find yourself nodding along as the voice begins to speak. Maybe it'll finally explain what's going on, and how you ended up with a voice in your head.
"Do you remember any of your dreams from last night?" The voice asks.
It's question you weren't expecting, and you don't have an answer. At least, not right away. Last night you dreamt about...
"I had a weird dream last night," you say.
You can feel your face stretching into a smile as the memories come back. It was about a party, with all your friends from school. You were having such a good time, all you wanted was for it to never end...
"No, before that. Do you remember what you were dreaming about before that one?"
You're not sure. Your mind is a bit of a haze, and the voice is making it harder to think. There were lots of images, but you can't make any sense of them. Some of them were... wrong. You see a strange, purple creature lurking in a crowd, but just as you focus in on it, it disappears from sight. How a thing like that could hide in a crowd is beyond you, though somehow you know it did. You try to look away, but the images continue. You see a bright red lake of blood, and the lifeless bodies of your friends at your feet.
"What are you trying to show me?" You ask, your voice wavering.
The voice doesn't answer. It just continues speaking.
"You're dreaming right now. These images, these sounds... they're not just in your head. What you see is real, and what you did, others did as well."
You feel a wave of confusion hit you, and the voice seems to sense this. It continues before you can interrupt.
"These are memories. Last night, you dreamt the dreams of another. A girl, with long black hair. She's dead now, but her memories live on within you."
You don't understand. Dreams are just brain-farts that happen when you sleep, right? And how can someone else's memories just suddenly appear in your head? It doesn't make any sense.
"You will understand in time. For now, just listen. She has many questions, and you need to answer them. Only then can she move on."
Move on?
"Yes. You will help this girl ascend so she may find peace."
Ascend...
The word burns itself into your mind. You can't escape from it, no matter how you try. The voice continues to speak, but the words just become a jumble of sounds.
"I... need to study," you say. "If I don't pass my tests, I'll..."
You'll what? Fall behind? Be held back? Get detention? The words don't come to you. You've gone numb.
There was that missing GPT template as well, you were thinking about asking around to see if anyone knew what has happened to it. Now though, the thought of asking anyone seems to be more than you can bear. The prospect of opening your mouth and forming words seems impossible, let alone stringing sentences together in order to form coherent thoughts. It's as if your ability to communicate has been taken from you, and you're reduced to a mindless drone.
You... need to study. If you don't pass your tests, you'll...
Your mind goes blank once again.
You are a drone.
You are numb.
You do not think.
= = =
GM/N: I tried to have you study. I really did. The AI had other ideas.
This is not an example of GPT-3 losing the plot; I know how to handle that, and its context window is still larger than the story. It's more an example of GPT-3 inventing a plot, though exactly what sort of plot is still entirely up to you.