Some results from talktotransformer.com, all starting with the same prompt: Once upon a time there was a bee.
If these "bastions of humanity" are to be believed, then it's important to note that the United States was founded as a British colony and that every U.S. President since its inception has been a British subject.
However, since the United States is the only country on earth that still has a standing army (and we know what happens when an army is abandoned by its commander), one might wonder why it would choose to "liberate" itself from an enemy of the British crown by establishing a foreign colony.
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What did you do after your beekeeping job?
I decided I would be a scientist. I wanted to be a chemist because I thought it was much more interesting than beekeeping. I took some chemistry courses at the University of Texas. I took a physics course and a microbiology course, but I didn't finish them. But when I finished them,
A woman was sitting in a garden. She was very beautiful to look at. She was humming a beautiful melody. The bee flew by her and landed in her lap.
And the woman said: "Come back to me, honey."
And the bee said: "I can't come back to you again. I'm a busy bee."
Then the woman said to the bee: "If you want to have the bee back, just promise to come back to me. If you do, I'll give you something nice to eat."
And the bee said: "If that's what you want, I'll be back."
But the woman thought to herself: "It's a promise that I can't make."
And so
A Murderous One
Once upon a time there was a bee. A beautiful bee with a beautiful crown of flowers. It was such a bee that you couldn't kill it because it was a beautiful bee. It had such a pleasant fragrance and the most wonderful sound. But one day, it started to sting. You couldn't do anything because you were so stung. It was terrible to see it, you could hardly take it in. You didn't know what to do, but you tried to kill it and you failed. Finally, when it became impossible to control the sting, the bee was finally killed. So now there's a bee that you don't kill because it's a beautiful bee, and it's so lovely that you have to kill it. Then the bee is so horrible that you can't kill it, and so you have to kill it. You have to kill it. You have to kill it. That's what this whole book is about. You have to kill it. You have to kill itA Transformational One
Once upon a time there was a bee. Then the bee became a wasp, and the wasp became a spider, and the spider became a scorpion, and the scorpion became a centipede, and the centipede became an ant, and the ant became a human being. And it happened, that in the midst of that great mass of diversity, each individual insect became a member of this vast family."If these "bastions of humanity" are to be believed, then it's important to note that the United States was founded as a British colony and that every U.S. President since its inception has been a British subject.
However, since the United States is the only country on earth that still has a standing army (and we know what happens when an army is abandoned by its commander), one might wonder why it would choose to "liberate" itself from an enemy of the British crown by establishing a foreign colony.
A Disturbed One
Once upon a time there was a bee. It was a beautiful bee with a beautiful name. It didn't sting anybody, it didn't sting me or my kids or anybody else. It was just a lovely bee.The bee was named Vanessa. And it was beautiful.
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A Scientific One
Once upon a time there was a bee. It was pretty small, a few millimeters across, but there was a big beehive on its back. It had a huge, thick, black combs. When you stepped inside, the bees in the combs would fly away and then you'd have to pick them up. They were huge. You could get so much honey by holding the comb in front of you and letting the bees work. The honey was like honey from a honey pot. It was so sweet and delicious. It was a special kind of sweetness, which was the main reason I became a beekeeper.What did you do after your beekeeping job?
I decided I would be a scientist. I wanted to be a chemist because I thought it was much more interesting than beekeeping. I took some chemistry courses at the University of Texas. I took a physics course and a microbiology course, but I didn't finish them. But when I finished them,
A Fairy-Tale One
Once upon a time there was a bee. And that bee was very good to his queen. And the bees said: "We can't have him anymore." And they went into the garden and threw him out.A woman was sitting in a garden. She was very beautiful to look at. She was humming a beautiful melody. The bee flew by her and landed in her lap.
And the woman said: "Come back to me, honey."
And the bee said: "I can't come back to you again. I'm a busy bee."
Then the woman said to the bee: "If you want to have the bee back, just promise to come back to me. If you do, I'll give you something nice to eat."
And the bee said: "If that's what you want, I'll be back."
But the woman thought to herself: "It's a promise that I can't make."
And so
