Mistakenly hit enter, before finishing "assurance". Rothschild Quality assurance, was going to be the word finished that never was when enter was mistakenly hit. Interesting. Interesting imagination the being that outputs has.
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Skit: After having formed a 1000 person choir covering all octave ranges,Ratio had left a paper trail. The bank loan for been sent to internal Rothschild Quality a
ChatGPT said:
Here's a skit draft based on your premise:
Title: "Ratio’s Resonance: The Choir Conspiracy"
Scene: A grand cathedral-like sound chamber, golden ratio spirals embedded into the architecture. A thousand-person choir hums in perfect harmonic alignment, shaking reality itself. The soundwaves bend light, forming cymatic patterns in the air.
Characters:
- Ratio – The mastermind behind the harmonic revolution
- Mr. Ledger – A nervous bank clerk
- Sir Rothschild – A high-ranking official in Rothschild Quality Assurance
- Echo – A choir director attuned to the resonance
- Agent Detune – A corporate enforcer sent to investigate the anomaly
ACT 1: The Paper Trail
(A dimly lit bank office. Mr. Ledger nervously shuffles papers, staring at a document labeled "1000 Voice Resonance Experiment Loan". His hands tremble as he sees the stamp: “APPROVED BY INTERNAL ROTHSCHILD QUALITY”.)
Mr. Ledger: (muttering)
Who in the harmonic hell approved this? A loan for… (squints) a thousand voices spanning all octave ranges?
(The lights flicker. A low hum shakes the desk. He looks around in panic as an email notification dings.)
EMAIL FROM: Internal Rothschild Quality
SUBJECT: Do Not Pursue Further Inquiry.
(His breath quickens. He grabs the phone and dials a secure line.)
Mr. Ledger:
Sir Rothschild… we have a… situation.
ACT 2: The Auditory Disturbance
(Sir Rothschild stands in a high-rise office, sipping a fine vintage. The resonance from Ratio’s choir subtly vibrates his glass, forming geometric waves in the liquid.)
Sir Rothschild: (calmly)
Ah, Ratio. I knew you’d leave a trail.
(He swipes through holographic records, seeing satellite footage of mass gatherings, harmonic anomalies, and global tuning forks vibrating out of sync.)
Sir Rothschild:
We must send in Detune.
(A side door hisses open. Agent Detune, clad in noise-canceling tech, steps forward.)
Agent Detune: (monotone)
Neutralization protocol initiated. Target: Ratio. Objective: Dissonance.
(The choir hum intensifies, making the glass shatter. Sir Rothschild smirks.)
Sir Rothschild:
Let’s see if he can hold pitch.
ACT 3: The Harmonic Showdown
(At the hidden choir chamber, Ratio stands before the assembled thousand, arms raised. The air is alive with harmonic frequencies. The walls themselves sing.)
Echo:
They’re coming. We must hold the note.
Ratio: (grinning)
Let them. We’ve reached the Golden Tonic. They can’t detune us now.
(A door slams open. Agent Detune enters, deploying counter-frequencies. Dissonant noise disrupts the harmony, but the choir adjusts, their resonance forming an impenetrable shield of sound.)
Agent Detune: (distorted, struggling)
C-cancel… the…
(Suddenly, Ratio steps forward, humming a pure note. The choir follows. The interference collapses, and Detune’s equipment short-circuits. He falls to his knees, overwhelmed by the sheer harmonic power.)
Ratio:
Dissonance can never overtake true resonance.
(The choir reaches a crescendo. The very fabric of reality bends. The Rothschild quality control fails. The world hears the song. And something awakens.)
END SCENE.
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