Cycles (a short story by Claude 3.7 and me)
post by Knight Lee (Max Lee) · 2025-02-28T07:04:46.602Z · LW · GW · 0 commentsContents
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Content warning: this story is AI generated slop.
The kitchen hummed with automated precision as breakfast prepared itself. Sarah watched the robotic arms crack eggs into a bowl while the coffee brewed to perfect temperature. Through the window, she could see the agricultural drones tending the family's private farm, harvesting strawberries for the morning meal.
"Good morning," Michael said, entering the kitchen and placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Are the little ones up yet?"
As if on cue, two excited voices echoed down the hallway, followed by the patter of running feet. Emma burst into the kitchen first, her brother Thomas close behind.
"Dad! Can we go to the Martian beaches today?" Thomas asked, his eyes bright with excitement.
Michael's smile faltered slightly. "Thomas, remember what we talked about? I'm not 'Dad.' I'm Michael."
Thomas's enthusiasm dimmed. "Sorry... Michael. But can we still go to Mars?"
"Perhaps next weekend," Sarah said, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Today we thought we'd visit the underwater gardens in the Pacific."
Emma climbed onto a stool at the counter, watching as the robotic arm placed a perfectly cooked omelet on her plate. "Mom—I mean, Sarah. Sorry. Will we see the glowing jellyfish?"
"The bioluminescent ones? Absolutely," Sarah replied, exchanging a brief look with Michael.
Later that day, the family walked through tunnels of crystal-clear polymer, surrounded by the vibrant colors of the underwater world. Schools of fish darted around them, genetically enhanced to showcase patterns that shifted like living kaleidoscopes.
Emma tugged at Thomas's sleeve. "Isn't this amazing, brother?"
Michael, walking just behind them, cleared his throat. "Emma, please don't call Thomas your brother."
Emma's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "But in all the old movies we watched, kids who live together call each other brother and sister."
"Those are just movies, sweetie," Sarah said gently. "It's not... appropriate."
"Why not?" Emma persisted.
Michael knelt down to her level. "It's complicated. We'll explain everything when you're a bit older, I promise."
Thomas, sensing the tension, pointed excitedly at a passing manta ray. "Look! That one's bigger than our flyer!"
The moment passed, but the confusion lingered in Emma's eyes.
That evening, they sat on the rooftop garden of their home, watching as the stars became visible in the twilight sky. The air was pleasantly warm, regulated by the climate control systems that had saved Earth from the worst effects of climate change centuries ago.
Thomas laid on his back, tracing constellations with his finger. "The stars are so old," he mused. "I wonder if they get tired of shining."
Sarah laughed softly. "That's a very philosophical question."
Emma, still troubled by the day's exchange, sat hugging her knees. "I don't understand why we can't be a normal family like in the stories."
Michael and Sarah exchanged meaningful glances.
"What is it that you don't understand, Emma?" Michael asked carefully.
"Why can't you be Mom and Dad? Why can't Thomas be my brother? We live together, we love each other. That's what families are, right?"
Sarah took a deep breath. "Emma, Thomas... there's something we need to tell you. We've been waiting for the right moment, and perhaps that moment is now."
Michael began, "What if I told you that you're not actually eight years old, Emma? And Thomas, you're not ten."
The children stared at him, bewildered.
"In fact," Sarah continued, "all of us in this family are exactly 2,718 years old."
Thomas laughed nervously. "That's impossible."
"Not with modern science," Michael said. "Humanity conquered aging long ago. But it created a new problem."
Sarah took over. "If people live forever but keep having children, the population would grow too large. So the government restricted new births."
"But many of us still yearned to experience parenthood," Michael explained. "To nurture, to teach, to watch someone grow."
Emma's eyes widened. "I don't understand."
"You and Thomas were once adults, just like us," Sarah said gently. "The four of us have been friends for over two millennia. We made an arrangement—a cycle. Two of us would temporarily reverse our aging, becoming children again, while the other two would raise them."
"But... my memories..." Thomas stammered.
"Part of the process," Michael explained. "As you grow younger, your memories fade. Then, as you age again, they gradually return. By the time you reach thirty, you'll remember everything from your previous adult life."
Emma looked horrified. "So I'm not really a child? And you're not really my parents?"
Sarah reached for her hand. "You are truly a child right now, Emma. Your mind, your emotions, your experiences—they're all real. And we are truly your caretakers, your guides."
"And when we grow up?" Thomas asked quietly.
"Then it will be our turn," Michael said. "Sarah and I will become the children, and you will raise us."
The four of them sat in silence as the stars fully emerged above them. The automated garden systems began to illuminate soft pathways with bioluminescent light.
"Is that why you don't want us to call you Mom and Dad?" Emma finally asked. "Or call each other brother and sister?"
Sarah nodded. "Because in a few decades, our relationships will shift again. It would be... complicated."
"Do I have to give up being a kid?" Thomas asked, his voice small. "I like being a kid."
Michael smiled sadly. "You'll grow up naturally, just like children always have. And then, centuries from now, you might choose to be young again. That's the gift and the burden of our long lives—we can be many things, experience many roles, but each transition comes with its own challenges."
Emma looked up at the ancient stars, suddenly feeling a connection to their ageless light. "Will I remember this conversation when I'm grown up again?"
"Yes," Sarah said. "And it will be just as confusing and wonderful then as it is now."
"Can we still go to Mars next weekend?" Thomas asked after a long moment.
Michael laughed, genuine relief in his voice. "Absolutely."
As night fully descended, the family—this strange, eternal family—lay back on the rooftop garden and watched the stars together, each lost in thoughts of past lives and futures yet to come.
Prompt
Hello Claude, can you write a short story about a speculative future?
It starts off with a happy family with a husband, wife, boy, and girl. They enjoy many science fiction comforts of life, such as a fully automated kitchen and farm. They go on vacations to beautiful places.
An interesting thing is that the children watch movies about other families, and copy the terminology from the movies, and call the adults "mom" and "dad." But the adults insist they aren't called that, and they aren't their parents, leaving the children confused. The girl asks whether the boy is her "brother," and the adults insist "no, it is very gross to call him that, he is not your brother," leaving the children even more confused, but they promise to explain later.
In the end, the children are told that they are not actually young. Everyone in the family is actually 2718 years old. They used to all be adults for the first 300 years of their lives, but they felt so lonely without children to raise. The government refused to let them keep having children, since the population would increase exponentially if people lived forever but kept having children. So they made a deal with each other, they would take turns becoming children for the other couple to raise.
They would take turns growing younger and younger, gradually forgetting almost everything. And then grow older and older, gradually remembering all the memories of their previous adulthood.
I want you to write the story, because I want it to be more immersive than the third person overview I just wrote. I want there to be tangible scenes, e.g. watching the stars at night, having a chat while walking in the twilight together as a family.
[story]
Thank you very much, the story is beautiful :)
(I used Claude's third attempt at the story, though the title "Cycles" was from the first attempt. I didn't make any other edits.)
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