I Made an A.I. Re-Write Scenes from my Fanfics · 1:18am Dec 3rd, 2020
This is partially to make up for National Not Writing Month, which I participated in by not even writing a single thing last month. November is always waaaaay too busy for me to make much progress (I'm busy doing my part for wildlife conservation), and it turns out the current state of the world did not change a dippy-trippy thing.
But anyway! 
A.I. writing fanfic!
There is an app you can find here: Talk to Transformer, which will take any prompt you write into it, and use its algorithms to continue your writing for however many words you're willing to pay for. The demo I linked to seems to limit you to 10,000 words a week, but it's free.
So what I did was take a few passages from my published work and ran them through the processor. The following is what resulted. The original text is in italics.
Please enjoy.
Celestia lifted her chin. “Oh, no nephew. If you are here, it is for a reason!” She walked over to his side, placing a wing on his back. “For today is the culmination of your entire life, the very moment that you have been prepared for.” She gulped nervously at what she was about to say. “Today is the day that you become the first-ever male alicorn.”
Sunset flinched. “What’s wrong? Is it bad news?” She hugged him with her wings.
“No… no it isn’t bad news.” Celestia allowed herself to feel a little pain. “I know that you have never really considered the possibility of becoming male, but this day marks a new beginning for you as well.” She reached up and brushed a few stray hairs from his face. “You will never have to shave, your body hair will never fade, your voice will never deepen, and you will never have to worry about ‘the look’.
Or, what if Blueblood's Ascension was a drama revolving around Sunset Shimmer adjusting to her new... alicorny circumstances?
Rarity bit back a sigh as the next customer, a pinkish mare, strode forward to take her place in line. “Hay-oh, welcome to Hayburger. May I take your order?”
The mare said nothing for a moment, content as she was to grin at Rarity. Her smile stretched from ear-to-ear, and nearly from chin-to-nose. It isn’t grotesque, Rarity told herself, so much a little more... extraordinary than your usual smile. The mare cocked her head to one side, and fixed her gaze at Rarity’s hooves.
“Hello,” she finally said, sounding as calm and collected as if she were ordering a meal at a diner. “My name’s Pinkie Pie, and I would like a cheeseburger with—with just a touch of mustard.”
“And a root beer float, if you please,” said Rarity, pleasantly, thinking of her rainbow family.
“Yes, yes! And—oh, I mean, it would be marvelous to have my order here right
Or, what if Pinkie Pie was Rarity, and Rarity was Rainbow Dash? 
And most importantly, what if their first meeting led to a lasting loving romance?
Applejack still wasn’t sure whether she won an election or a popularity contest.
Mayor Mare had been well-liked for her first term as Lord Mayor of Ponyville, as well as for about half of her second. Her third term revealed, or perhaps merely confirmed, a very unfortunate detail about herself: A penchant for Excessive Celebration. Which hadn’t been a problem for the people of Ponyville when she was Mayor; but in her second term, it was being a pain in the ass for everyone.
But a number of townsfolk claimed they wouldn’t mind that much if she won another term. Even if they couldn’t stand Mayor Mare as much as they did.
Applejack sighed, thinking back to the campaign.
Every single time she ran, she and Twilight kept the race a secret. It had been a good thing, really; the exact same energy that had spurred Applejack.
Or, what if the opening to Lord Mayor Applejack was a little more honest about everyone's opinion of Merry Mare? 
And what if Applejack only secretly ran for mayor? What!?
But... I saved the best for last!
Her white mane drifted around her face like feathers. The guard felt his eyes trail towards her hind legs, where the dress split open almost to her cutie mark. He cursed the thought that he was still on duty. He puffed his chest out and decided to at least find out why she had arrived so late.
That was when she killed him.
Pinkie stuck her hooves out from underneath the cushioned chair, hitting the guard hard enough to knock him out cold. The guard slumped to the ground and was dragged under the cushion of the chair as Pinkie picked up the gun on his belt. She checked the safety, but there was nothing to stop her from using it. She raised it and aimed at the wall, the muzzle steadily pointing at his face.
The guard gulped. "S-S-Sorry for that."
"Not your fault. Just make sure this doesn't go off." Pinkie said,
Or, what if Pinkie Pie was the assassin behind the plot to kill Celestia!?
So yeah, I found my new favorite toy to play with. I may post more if they cause me to laugh as hard as Pinkie Pie the assassin did. I'm open to scene requests!
Also, if you try the app out, please post your results in the comments below! 
Tom Clancy's Pinkie Spy
You know, Pinkie being an assassin, but just as cheerful and bouncy as she's ever been does sound vaguely amusing.