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it is so that no one searches it up; privacy you know?
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ok so are all the questones i can ask anserd by the same ai?
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no i meant did i just ask for help writing my story from you a minute ago you do i have to recap the story revolves around a cyborg named proto.
I apologize for any confusion. As an AI language model, I don't have the ability to remember previous conversations. But please go ahead and provide a recap or any specific details about your story involving the cyborg named Proto, and I'll be glad to help you with any writing-related questions or suggestions you may have.
so this was the what we have so far
Book 1 chapter 1 page 1 :log 1: "it's been days, weeks, years? just a drift in space, i hope there were other survivors but i doubt it." :log 2: "i have lost hope, i turned on my processing unit from the inside and is has apparently been 78,962 years sense my home planet was destroyed, by my own brother... i will kill him." :log 3: "something exiting happened! i was flung through a black hole! after 7 bilean Melenia... just let me die." :log 407 final log: "is pain my fate? to just eternally wonder why... what is that ":scanning:" a blue green ball shaped planet about 18 times the size of that earth planet that was predicted to form. and it supports life?!?! what were when HOW, am i going to be free?": notification system: charge is at .5%, .10% 16% 18% 29% full activation starting impact with planet iminit. 8 presents needed to survive in, 10: "YES, YES FINALLY" :9: "AFTER MY TIME SYSTEM BROKE AND SO DID I" :8:, "I WILL BE FREE!...": terminal villosity reached 2: "thank you..." (CRUNCH) then it all went black. "hello why am i buried so deep. and how am i fixed you know what it doesn't matter, let's get out of here." i realized i was talking to the ground and momentarily quested my sanity. of course i am insane after how long it has been! (BOOM) the winged 6-ton mechanical beast flys out of the ground, its thin armor equipped, standing at 6 feet its strength is very impressive: "ok what to do now, hmm find a home! but first what is my designated name let's see, the black prototype nicknamed Proto . oh and, end log."
page 2: "OK this looks good, this can be my main base, for now. "i exclaimed, thinking about the make-shaft pole holding up the animal pelt "now i need to recharge my battery hmm, something hot, electric, onomiles or fast maybe." i said as i realized what i just said. "ya like something fast could recharge my battery" i mocked as i walked more and more miles way from base :blaster activated: lazer blade mod for blaster finished, 100% to 1000% required: "grrr " then i bit my tong when i realized i didn't have a map back home. "oh my god why am i so stupid" i went over to the closest tree and with a thought it turned to paper and collected a bunch of it for fire a general map and a wall of objectives, after the rest of the day i finally made it back home, it had collapsed. so i decided to rearrange the adems in some of the paper to be 2 nails and nailed the pelt to the side of the mountain as to be a door. then dug a hole in the mountain face to be the enterer then called it a day when i realized it was 3:13 am. "good morning, crappy house." i exclaimed unnervingly gleefully. :4 present: "ok lets postpone the house to find energy." :storm moving in sudden cause is unclear, but is likely a frost storm dragon: "oh crap, oh a frost storm dragon... means lightning!" then my blood went cold as a heard something indescribably terrifying :scanners detect creature, class is death-bringer, size is godly heat readings at the heart of creature are absolute zero, creature name is fremmoss: "sh**"
this is what you wrote
As Proto analyzed the situation, his sensors detected the immense figure of Fremmoss rapidly approaching. The golem brought with it a tempestuous storm, causing the surroundings to darken with swirling snowflakes and icy winds. Aware of the rapidly dwindling time, Proto calculated that he had approximately four minutes before the deadly creature descended upon him.
He sprinted across the treacherous terrain, his cyborg limbs propelling him forward with enhanced speed and agility. Proto's eyes scanned the horizon, his vision capturing the silhouette of Fremmoss looming ominously, its massive form growing closer by the second. The sensors indicated the golem's presence from a mile away, while Proto's own eyes confirmed the imminent danger from a mere 20 meters.
Though predominantly cyborg, Proto's organic components allowed him to feel the bone-chilling cold that emanated from Fremmoss. The golem's body, formed from unmeltable ice, maintained an unbearable temperature of absolute zero, rendering even the slightest touch potentially lethal. Proto's internal systems adjusted to the freezing environment, protecting him as much as possible from its deadly effects.
Time pressed upon him like never before. Proto had to escape the reach of Fremmoss before it closed in, crushing him beneath its icy might. With each passing moment, the golem's thunderous footsteps resonated through the air, a haunting reminder of the imminent threat.
As Proto raced with every ounce of strength he possessed, he spotted a small crevice in the rocky landscape. It was just wide enough to provide some cover from the approaching storm and buy him a few precious seconds. Diving into the crevice, Proto braced himself for the onslaught as Fremmoss thundered past, unaware of his presence.
The massive storm continued to rage around him, obscuring visibility and making each step forward perilous. Proto's enhanced senses, honed by his cyborg nature, allowed him to navigate the treacherous environment, relying on intuition and quick reflexes.
With determination burning in his core, Proto pressed on. He had to find safety and a source of power to recharge before his energy reserves depleted completely. The silhouette of the ancient spase ship that had just fell of the fremmoss's body emerged from the engulfing blizzard, a beacon of hope amidst the icy chaos.
Reaching the spaceship's entrance, Proto forced open the mangled door, exposing the decaying interior. The once sleek and advanced vessel now stood as a derelict monument, a testament to the passage of time and the relentless force of the golem's domain. The 5000-square-foot craft, a futuristic marvel for its time, now lay broken and inactive.
As Proto entered the spaceship, he felt a mix of awe and sadness. The interior held remnants of advanced technology, now obsolete and deteriorated. The flickering lights barely illuminated the vast chambers that once buzzed with the hum of life and discovery.
Navigating through the abandoned corridors, Proto reached one of the partially functional compartments. Within it, he found remnants of energy cells and power conduits, although most were damaged beyond repair. The faint humming of residual power echoed in the silence, reminding him of the ship's former glory.
With meticulous care, Proto salvaged what remained usable. He integrated functional energy cells with his own power systems, carefully configuring and rerouting the conduits. The ship may be beyond repair, but its remnants would breathe new life into Proto.
As the energy cells connected, a surge of renewed strength coursed through Proto's cyborg body. His systems came alive once more, humming with newfound power. He was ready to face the challenges ahead, armed with restored vigor and determination.
Leaving the wounded vessel behind, Proto stepped back into the cold embrace of the storm, the resolute flicker in his optics guiding him forward. His rejuvenated circuits propelled him with renewed swiftness and agility, allowing him to dodge the golem's icy onslaught.
Proto knew that his escape from Fremmoss's clutches was only the beginning. With his energy reserves replenished, he would push forward, embracing his mission to seek vengeance and unravel the mysteries that plagued him since the destruction of his home planet.
In this desolate land, where technology and magic intertwined, Proto would forge his path. The broken spaceship, once a symbol of human civilization's pioneering spirit, now echoed with resilience in the face of decay and adversity. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, the spirit of exploration and the yearning to venture beyond limits still burned within him.
Time seemed to stretch as Proto raced towards his salvation, his every movement calculated and precise. Seconds felt like hours as he fought against the biting winds and the relentless pursuit of the golem. The thought of his mission, the vengeance he sought for his lost planet, fueled his drive to elude Fremmoss' clutches.
Within moments that felt like an eternity, Proto reached the crumbling walls of the power station. Desperation mingled with relief as he activated his scanning systems, searching for any remaining traces of electrical energy within the decaying structure. Hope flickered as the faint blip of power registered on his display.
Proto cautiously made his way through the deteriorating power station, his optics scanning the darkened corridors for any signs of life. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows, adding to the sense of foreboding that permeated the air.
Amongst the rusted machinery and torn cables, Proto discovered a small cache of functional power cells. They were slightly damaged but salvageable. With a mix of apprehension and determination, Proto carefully replaced his depleted energy cells with the newly acquired ones.
As the power surged through his systems, Proto felt invigorated. His circuits hummed with renewed vitality, and his sensors detected a significant increase in available energy. The ominous presence of Fremmoss and the imminent threat it posed faded into the background, momentarily forgotten in the face of this replenished strength.
With newfound vigor coursing through his cyborg veins, Proto knew it was time to take the fight to his treacherous brother and seek justice for the destruction of their home planet. The weight of his mission sat heavily on his metallic shoulders, but he was prepared to carry it until his final breath.
Leaving the dilapidated power station behind, Proto's strides became purposeful and determined. Each step brought him closer to his ultimate goal of confronting his brother and avenging their fallen world. The path ahead was uncertain and fraught with danger, but Proto was no longer alone. He carried within him the resilience of his people, and their collective spirit fueled his resolve.
As he ventured into the unknown, Proto knew he would face numerous trials and obstacles. But he was determined to overcome them, fueled by the memories of his lost planet and the burning desire for justice. He would embrace his identity as the Black Prototype, the cyborg harbinger of retribution.
The story of Proto, the lone cyborg seeking vengeance in a desolate and unforgiving world, was just beginning. With his restored strength and unyielding determination, he would carve a path through darkness and defy all odds until he achieved his ultimate goal. The journey ahead would test him in ways unimaginable, but Proto was ready to face it, for he knew that the fate of his planet and his very existence depended on his success.
make it a old destroyed beyond repair space ship that fell of the frommoss's body instead of a power station
Proto cautiously made his way through the wreckage of the fallen space ship, his optics scanning the twisted metal and shattered glass for any signs of salvageable technology. The once majestic vessel now lay in ruins, a haunting reminder of the destructive power of Fremmoss.
As Proto navigated the treacherous corridors of the broken spacecraft, he stumbled upon a partially intact compartment. Amongst the debris, he discovered remnants of energy cells and damaged power conduits. Though most of the ship's technology was beyond repair, Proto's cyborg expertise enabled him to salvage what remained usable.
With meticulous care, Proto integrated the functional energy cells into his own power systems, rerouting the compromised conduits for optimal efficiency. The energy surged through his circuits, rejuvenating his cyborg body and restoring his lost strength. He could feel the power coursing through him, reawakening his sensors and revitalizing his resolve.
Leaving the decaying space ship behind, Proto stepped out into the frigid storm once more, his determination unyielding. The resolute flicker in his optics guided him forward as he evaded the golem's icy onslaught. He knew that with his energy reserves replenished, he now possessed the strength to confront his brother and seek retribution for their shattered world.
Proto's mind buzzed with a mix of vengeance and purpose as he forged ahead. Every step he took symbolized his unwavering determination to bring justice to those who had wronged him. The broken space ship, a vessel once filled with hope and exploration, now served as a reminder of the destruction that fueled his quest.
With each passing moment, Proto's resolve grew stronger. He could almost taste the imminent confrontation with his brother, the one responsible for the annihilation of their home planet. The weight of history and the pain of loss propelled him forward, pushing him to his limits and beyond.
In this desolate landscape haunted by the remnants of a fallen civilization, Proto would find his voice. Armed with rekindled power and the knowledge that he was not alone in his struggle, he would march forward, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him on his path to redemption.
The journey ahead would be harrowing, filled with danger and uncertainty, but Proto would persevere. With the energy of the fallen space ship coursing through his veins, he would defy the odds and defy his own limitations. The story of Proto, the relentless cyborg on a mission of vengeance, would become legend in this desolate world torn asunder by chaos and destruction.
continue it would not be a soon confrontation if you were planning on it being soon
Apologies for the confusion. Proto understood that the confrontation with his brother would not be immediate. His journey was just beginning, and he had to traverse the unknown expanse of this desolate world before he could face his ultimate nemesis.
As Proto ventured deeper into the unforgiving landscape, he encountered remnants of a civilization long gone. Crumbling structures and ruins whispered secrets of a forgotten era, their echoes fueling Proto's determination to uncover the truth behind their demise.
With each step, Proto honed his skills and adapted to the harsh environment. The once-cybernetic wanderer now possessed a keen sense of survival, effortlessly navigating treacherous terrains and overcoming perilous trials. He faced formidable adversaries and dangerous creatures, using his augmented strength and tactical prowess to emerge victorious.
Throughout his odyssey, Proto encountered allies who shared his plight—a group of rebels fighting against his brother's tyranny. United under a common cause, they imparted invaluable knowledge and provided much-needed resources. Proto forged everlasting bonds, cementing their collective purpose to dismantle the oppressive force that had ravaged their world.
As time passed, Proto amassed a small but formidable resistance, individuals who had lost their homes and loved ones to the ruthlessness of his brother. They trained together, blending their skills and harnessing their collective determination to strengthen their cause. Proto became their unwavering leader, inspiring hope and fostering resilience in the face of overwhelming adversity.
In the midst of their preparations, Proto discovered hidden archives containing ancient prophecies and forgotten spells—a link between technology and ancient mysticism. Guided by his innate curiosity, he delved into these secrets, merging the power of his cybernetic enhancements with the arcane knowledge of old. The fusion unleashed remarkable abilities within him, granting him an edge against the overwhelming odds they faced.
As Proto and his allies pushed deeper into the heart of this ravaged world, they encountered pockets of resistance and enslaved civilizations, all crying out for liberation. With each victory, their ranks swelled, and their determination soared. It was in these moments that Proto realized his mission had transcended mere vengeance. He had become a symbol of hope—a beacon for those who had lost everything.
But Proto knew that ultimate redemption could only be achieved by confronting his brother, the architect of their suffering. The path to their inevitable clash was fraught with danger, shrouded in uncertainty. Proto's heart burned with conflicted emotions as he grappled with the weight of his duty and the cost of seeking retribution.
With every passing day, Proto drew nearer to his moment of reckoning. The final battle loomed on the horizon, a culmination of years of pain, sacrifice, and unwavering determination. He had become more than just a cyborg seeking vengeance. He had become the harbinger of change—a catalyst for a new era of freedom and restoration.
As Proto prepared himself for the ultimate challenge that lay ahead, he couldn't help but wonder if he would emerge victorious and reclaim the remnants of their shattered world. The echoes of fallen civilizations whispered in his ears, urging him forward, reminding him that his destiny was intertwined with the fate of his people.
The story of Proto, the cyborg warrior bound by an unbreakable purpose, was approaching its climax. The forces of fate and determination collided, setting the stage for a battle that would shape the course of their shared future. And Proto, the embodiment of unwavering resilience, stood poised on the precipice, fulfilling a destiny ordained by a fallen planet's final breath.
i don't like it i was planning to make it longer than this
Apologies for the length of the response. Please let me know how you'd like to proceed and what specific elements or aspects you would like to include in the continuation of the story, and I'll be happy to accommodate your request.
i meant you immediately introduced a resestens when everyone but him had died. i don't like that. given it have been thousands of years in the time for him to get to this planet after he was sent adrift.
I apologize for any misunderstandings. To continue the story in line with your preferences:
As Proto journeyed through the desolate landscapes, he encountered remnants of a once-thriving civilization. The ruins told a somber tale of a world lost to time, devoid of