[OT] IBM's Watson can provide an analysis of personality traits based on a 1000-word sample. What does your best story say?

Posting this so when I show my parents and friends I can plug this in and get the result I had last time

Blackness It wasn’t like this last time- This is- “Mori?” “Mom?” “Mori I need to tell you something” Not again… “Okay mom, go ahead” I try to look around the room but still see only blackness A hand settles on my shoulder, I gasp She never touched me “Your father was killed” I’m not afraid of this “I don’t know why, or by who“ I’m angry “He loved you enough to make me swear-“ I don’t need to hear this “That I would make you into the perfect Dauntle-“ “He shouldn’t have- I love you mom but he shouldn’t have” Light surges into the room This is the top of the Hub “Today we are going to do balance training” Balance training? Why is Graham telling me to- “Walk along this pipe, don’t slip or you’ll fall 100 stories strait down….” He trails off and makes an out of character whistling nose- followed by a dull splat. “Well I’ll be going now! Walk that beam and come home!” Grinning manically he walks away, his stride is off. * God he’s acting drunk Elizabeth speaks up “I’ll go first” “You sure?” I only now realize it’s the two of us “I’m sure” She’s walking out and I can see the tremble in her step She’s not gonna make it After a few steps her knees are practically knocking “Elizabeth come back” She’s not even a quarter over “Elizabeth come back now okay?” She stops and when she does she looks down and starts to sway I follow her, my strides rapidly eating the distance. “Don’t move I got you” My hands wrap around her waist and she tenses up What’s this sense- The ground rushes up too meet me, faster, faster, faster, faster My throat hurts. I’m screaming Is that my blood under my fingernails? The ground looks no closer, even as Elizabeth’s horrified face gets further and further away A hyper awareness spreads into my body I don’t want to die this way Elizabeth stops watching and something goes out of me No-no-no-no I won’t I will not die this way. I hit the ground. As I stand up, pain and injury – but not confusion free, I’m standing in the training room. Ava faces me with a determined set to her jaw and a fire in her eyes. “Scared Mori? You won’t beat me so easy this time” I switch too my standard combat stance and stare her down “Ava I don’t want to fight- don’t make me” She laughs, a little too hard “You are scared!” “I’m not, don’t taunt me” Why is she making me angry like this? She swings, quick and hard strait into my nose I see red from the pain- and the rage I rotate 90 degrees to the left and snap kick her in the jaw, the way her head snaps back tells me I hit a little too hard She’s still standing though “That’s all you got?” Blood trickles out of her nose one Two Three drops- I didn’t hit her nose. She takes a swing at my jaw, I let it connect, but when it does it feels like the first blow she every gave me, feeble, weak, I’ve broken her “Ava lets stop, you’re hurt” Her face flushes and she knees me in the side “Never! I won’t lose too you again!” I sigh. Grabbing her shoulders and wrenching her down and left, I spin her slowly, my arms snake around her neck “You know how this ends Ava, stop or you go down” She goes limp in my arms. Flipping her around I see blood slithering out of her nose and mouth like snakes *My anger at her lack of consideration vanishes. * “Hey! I need help! She’s hurt!” There’s no on here to hear me! Picking her up in my arms I make for the door. Her blood starts working its way into my clothes. As I reach the door she vanishes replaced with the sensation of flying, more like falling, strait up. What the hell is- The ground is small and the planet, which I have only seen maps of dwindles below me This is strange, it’s I know this- this is a nightmare And I know I will be stuck up here in the sky until I start thinking about something I hate most, something that is death, but is not this, not oblivion. Sailing, father’s death on the great lake by the navy pier. Mysterious and never explained The ground starts to come closer, the city gets larger and the feeling of falling returns, I clench my eyes Falling again- damn I’m plunged into a small boat, maybe 20 feet long but not quite, a sail ripples above me. I have studied sailing, I know how this works, I know because I wanted to see how on earth my father could die in a boat this size only a few hundred yards from shore As I think these thoughts the sky darkens and clouds billow from the horizon faster than anything I have ever seen before The boat rocks in the sudden waves and I get low, spreading my arms and legs too center myself and hold on for dear life Dear life, that’s the way out Follow dad The storm starts too rage and the boat rocks in ways I didn't know it could, wooden planks creaking under the stress I don’t have a choice but to follow him I stand up and throw myself into the waves Pain surges through my being I’m laying stretched out over shards of glass- still soaking wet from my leap of faith A candor woman stands over me, I recognize her as their faction leader “What do you know about your father?” She holds a syringe in her hand. I tense, I don’t want someone else too stick me with anything “Tell me and I won’t use this” I open my mouth to speak but can’t, it’s full of glass and all I can do is spit it out That’s mother in the background, I can’t tell this woman anything! The leader of candor- Kit I remember her name- bends down over me “I’m going to give you truth serum now” The needle pricks my arm and I freeze, goosebumps and revulsion crisscross over my skin and mind respectively The effect is instantaneous, a euphoric sense of peace “Tell me what you know about your father now okay?” The kindness in her voice feels like a slap but I can’t remember why… My head flops as too candor men prop me up in a chair I see mother Mother… “Tell me about your dad now” “He…” Mothers face is so sad, and hurt, she looks like she’s been crying for days I can’t hurt mom I cant say anything My resolve hardens enough that I can clamp my mouth shut with a tooth rattling crack “Come on now.. tell me about him! What faction was he from?” My gaze is stuck on mothers red splotchy face No I wont “How about what color his eye’s where?” No “What about his hobbies? Can you tell me about those?” “No” And she’s gone I’m standing in the aptitude test mirror room, two doors stand before me One has a label over it “Factionless” the other label is “Dauntless” *A cold male metallic voice reverberates around the room making me feel chilled “Choose- but if you choose dauntless know you will be subject to a life of simulations, a life with hard choices and many potential dangers” I already got dauntless, why do I need to choose… As if they have heard my thoughts the doors fly open and I see a life as a factionless before me *through the factionless door I see a community of haggard people, all doing their best to keep living but they all help each other, all try and be human. Do their best to be in their own faction. I know I could fit in; I would be strong and smart, something they are usually not, a bringer of hope and community. I- I don’t want that life I want the life I cannot see I want to be brave, I’ll be someone here I don’t want to fall into and easy unchallenging life I would rather die I run through the dauntless door Light plays through my eye lids, I lay in a field of tall grass with flowers mixed in, before me is a beauty like I have never seen before; But like most things in my mind she has a sadness, a fear worked into the shape of her face as she speaks “Please don’t be angry with me Mori, I don’t love you the way I should anymore. You’re not who I want and you never can be” She stands to go, but I stand with her and catch her arm “Who are you?? I don’t know your name.” A tear slides down her cheek, it does nothing to mar her visage “I am the love you seek and have not found, the one you cry for and miss with your entire being, the other half, the woman that you think you want” My hand drops too my side, I’m shocked she would say that “I don’t even know who I like let alone love how-“ “Because I just know that you will never be complete enough to understand the complexities of-“ “You’re wrong I will understand…” I start to back away as her face and body change, a skeleton replaces the beauty as the sky darkens and walls grow out of the ground Well this is not normal at all is it? My anger makes me sarcastic- sarcastic enough too prop the bones up and give a speech in my new cage. Sarcastic enough too waste time screaming at bones about how I want to be loved that I don’t see the words etched into the concrete I’m standing on until after I’m red in the face and shaking with frustration and contempt When you truly understand someone you have a choice, you can love them or hate them- you will always hate because you have always been hated that’s not true- my mothers diary- I don’t- the world fades too darkness around me and I’m lying on the floor of the simulation room sitting up slowly and looking around the room I can tell it’s not a simulation anymore The first was Mother’s pain The second was falling… Then hurting people.. *Then Oblivion* Then the mystery of my father’s death- and killers Then Candors and syringes got mixed together, Truth about father and a needle mixed? Interesting *** Fear of simulations? Or obscurity? I’m not sure I have never thought about this part of myself….*** Fear of never finding love, or when I do damaging it “Nine fears, nine fears, nine fears” I keep whispering that too myself over and over as I stand and make my way to the door of the simulation chamber

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