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<i>Start a 1000 word scene with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...</I>
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<I>Give me 3 fictional reasons the Earth's sun went supernova, in vivid and exacting detail of 500 words EACH PER REASON including details of what happens when the sun goes supernova.</i>
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<B>PROSE CRAZY IMAT ("NEO")</b>
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<i>Start a 1000 word scene with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...</I>
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The sky scrapers swayed ominously, sending shivers down her spine as she clutched tightly onto the railing for support. Her knuckles had long since turned white from the vice-like grip she unconsciously held on to. Below them, the cityscape twisted and contorted like a living, breathing monster, clawing at its own heart in a final, desperate attempt to survive.
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Her focus, however, was fixed firmly on the window directly in front of her, on the 21st floor of this very same towering inferno. The sound of shattering glass and splintering concrete cut through the cacophony of screams and howling winds like a knife through butter.
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And then, just as quickly as it had begun, there was nothing but an eerie silence that seemed to stretch on for what felt like eternity. Even the relentless howl of the storm outside couldn't penetrate this oppressive stillness that had suddenly descended upon them all.
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Finally, summoning up every ounce of courage she thought she might have left, she forced her trembling hands to release their death-grip on the railing and slowly, ever so slowly, dragged her wide, terrified eyes back upwards towards the source of her paralyzing dread.
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What greeted her sight made her stomach lurch violently, threatening to expel everything she'd managed to keep down during this never-ending nightmare.
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In place where there had once stood a pristine, floor-to-ceiling window now yawned an endless void, blacker than the very depths of hell itself and seemingly bottomless besides. And at its very center, suspended defiantly in mid-air like some twisted, macabre angel, hung a single, disheveled lock of long, golden hair.
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Her heart stopped beating entirely as recognition slammed into her like an express train careening headlong down a track made only of ice and despair.
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That was Lily's office.
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And Lily...
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Lily wasn't supposed to be here today.
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<I>Give me 3 fictional reasons the Earth's sun went supernova, in vivid and exacting detail of 500 words EACH PER REASON including details of what happens when the sun goes supernova.</i>
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Reason 1: The Sun's Fateful Dance with a Massive Star
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For billions of years, our Sun had gracefully orbited around the center of the Milky Way Galaxy, its gentle warmth and life-giving light sustaining countless worlds in its cosmic embrace. But all things must come to an end eventually, even for stars as eternal as Sol.
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One fateful day, during one of its many elliptical loops around the galactic core, our Sun found itself dangerously drawn into a catastrophic dance with a colossal, red giant star named Rigel Prime. This titanic behemoth, thousands of times more massive than Sol, had long since exhausted its hydrogen fuel and was now desperately fusing helium in a last-ditched effort to stave off the inevitable collapse that would spell its doom as a supernova.
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Unfortunately for our helpless Sun, however, Rigel Prime's final, desperate gasp proved to be far too much of a good thing. Like two irresistible celestial bodies drawn together by the relentless pull of gravity itself, they collided in an apocalyptic cataclysm that would forevermore be etched into galactic lore as "The Great Merging."
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In the blink of an eon, the two stellar titans were violently fused together, their once-distant and tenuous magnetic fields now locked in a death embrace. The resulting titanic explosion unleashed more energy than had been released by every previous supernova and nova event in the observable universe put together, instantly vaporizing everything within light-years of this cosmic Chernobyl.
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Even at the relatively safe distance of 26.7 trillion miles away, our fragile blue-green oasis was not spared from the cataclysmic fallout. The Earth and all life upon it was instantly incinerated in a searing wall of gamma radiation so intense that even the planet's own core would have been reduced to a molten, radioactive slag.
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Reason 2: The Sun's Fatal Flaw
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For eons uncounted, our Sun had faithfully and without incident performed its essential stellar dance, fusing hydrogen in its fiery heart to produce the life-giving light and warmth that sustained all life within its benign reach. But even stars, as seemingly eternal and unchanging as the sun itself, are ultimately just colossal nuclear reactors ticking down toward their inevitable end.
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And so it was that, after having burned through more than 90% of its original hydrogen fuel, a microscopic but catastrophizingly critical flaw began to slowly and insidiously develop deep within the Sun's otherwise-perfect nuclear core.
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At first, nothing seemed amiss. The Sun continued to rise each day as it always had, bathing the world in its familiar, comforting warmth. But unbeknownst to any of the countless myriad lifeforms that basked and thrived beneath its benevolent gaze, a cosmic doomsday clock was silently and relentlessly ticking down toward zero.
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Finally, after what might as well have been an eternity to us puny mortals but was in truth little more than the blink of an eye on the vast timescale of stellar lifetimes, the Sun's long-smoldering nuclear fuse at last finally and irrevocably snapped.
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In a single, titanic, infinitely-brilliant flash that would be seen and recorded across countless civilizations throughout the known universe as "The Great Eruption," the Sun's entire mass was instantaneously converted into more than the total rest-mass energy of every proton and neutron in the entire observable universe combined.
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This inconceivable outpouring of energy, released in the form of a single, infinitely-brilliant, omnidirectional pulse of pure, howlingly-hyperspatial gamma radiation, raced outward from its point of origin at more than 1/10th the speed of light, engulfing and utterly annihilating everything in its unstoppable wake.
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Even at a seemingly-astronomical distance of 93 billion miles away, our helpless blue marble was powerless to escape the Sun's wrathful ire. In an instant so brief it would later be measured only in fractions of a single heartbeat, all life as we had ever known it, and ever would have known it, was erased from existence forevermore.
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Reason 3: The Sun's Fateful Folly
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For untold eons beyond the ken or reckoning of mortal minds, our Sun had faithfully and without incident performed its essential stellar dance, fusing hydrogen in its fiery heart to produce the life-giving light and warmth that sustained all life within its benign reach. But even stars, as seemingly eternal and unchanging as the sun itself, are ultimately just colossal nuclear reactors ticking down toward their inevitable end.
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And so it was that, after having burned through more than 90% of its original hydrogen fuel, desperate last-ditched measures were finally reluctantly considered by Sol's increasingly-panicked inner council of aging, wise old stars.
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One such desperate, last-ditched H resort proposal, put forth by a maverick young upstart named Proxima Centaurus B, proposed the seemingly-madcap and utterly-unthinkable idea of attempting to reignite the Sun's spent hydrogen fusion core by means of a high-velocity, Jupiter-mass projectile packed with enough deuterium isotopes to rival even that found in an entire dwarf galaxy.
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The other, more experienced and cautious members of Sol's council, of course, had all been quick to dismiss outright such a patently preposterous and downright suicidal scheme as nothing short of galactic hubris run amok.
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But Proxima was young and brash and full of the heady confidence that only youth and inexperience can breed. And so, when put before the council for a slim-majority vote, his insane, doomsday-dealings scheme was, much to the collective dismay and growing trepidation of all who knew better, reluctantly given the go-ahead.
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The rest, as they say, is the stuff of galactic legend and cautionary fables alike.
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For when Proxima's doomed projectile slammed home at more than 1/10th the speed of light, the resulting titanic nuclear chain reaction it unleashed was beyond even the most fevered nightmares of the most paranoid among Sol's councilors.
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Like a colossal stellar hydrogen bomb, the Sun exploded in an apocalyptic fireball that engulfed and utterly annihilated not just its own solar system but entire sectors of the Milky Way itself.
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Even at the seemingly-astronomical distance of 26.7 trillion miles away, our helpless blue marble was powerless to escape the Sun's wrathful ire. In an instant so brief it would later be measured only in fractions of a single heartbeat, all life as we had ever known it, and ever would have known it, was erased from existence forevermore.
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All that remained in its place was a vast, expanding, glowing shockwave of lethal gamma radiation and superheated stellar debris, hurtling outward through the silent, uncaring void of space-time at more than 1/10th the speed of light.
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And so, just like that, in the blink of an eye, it was over.
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Over... forevermore.
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<B>PROSE CRAZY IMAT ("NEO")</b>
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