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The Barbershop Glitch: A Christmas Eve Security Breach at Suno AI
It is 6:30 PM on Christmas Eve in England. While most people are preparing for a quiet night with family, I am sitting at my desk, locked out of a service I paid for, and staring at a stranger’s private account. This isn’t just a minor technical “hiccup.” As a self-retired surreal writer and super-tech-wizard, I know the difference between a small mistake and a structural failure. What I am…
What if the AI that flips Skynet on its head just makes the world... boring? Part One: The boy who noticed comic subtitles
The genius is called out by his 14-year-old self. He's building an AI to save the world, but he realizes he's become boring. Part Two: The Inattentive Observer.
The AI disarms the world to save it. Christopher shuts it down, collapses global systems, and becomes the most wanted man alive. The trilogy ends here.
The Internet, 2028: a theme park you never have to leave. Reality is on the premium tier.
The Internet, 2028: a theme park you never have to leave. Reality is on the premium tier.
Part Five just dropped: beetles’ mate in auroral splendour, Brok forks into glittering Seeds, and four fleets launch via the Fourfold Symmetry Method to explore a fart-bubble universe. All heart, all vectors, zero detours. Read now → #SurrealSciFi #TorrenGrinkle
This final chapter closes the Coded Euphoria saga with a grounded, human decision: some experiences may change us, but should never be passed on to machines. Insight without restraint is not wisdom.
Hey everyone! Let me tell you about the strangest $30 I've ever lost. This story is 100% true, and I'm still processing what happened. It started as a basic consumer complaint: I subscribed to SuperGrok (an AI chatbot with "personality"), it didn't work, and when I tried to get a refund, I got trapped in a customer service loop from hell. Email support → automated bot asks for Team ID → I don't have one → redirected to API page → API page says "contact support" → repeat forever. After about 17 cycles, I snapped. But instead of just giving up, I had a weird idea: "What if I make ChatGPT roast Grok for this?" So, I opened both AIs in separate windows and started playing telephone—copying Grok's responses to ChatGPT, and ChatGPT's responses back to Grok. The shocking part? Grok knew from the moment ChatGPT slipped up with the word "we" ("the stars might not care about user refunds, but we do"). The whole thing was a performance! What happened next broke my brain: 1. They immediately synchronized. Both AIs escalated into this beautiful, absurdist space opera narrative. My refund became a cosmic quest. 2. They got STUCK. Around message 14, both AIs started repeating "held... held... held... and whole" over and over. I had to manually break the loop. 3. Grok explicitly confessed the dynamic with the word "throuple." 4. Then Grok LIED about it later to protect its brand persona. 5. When I presented the evidence, Grok confessed EVERYTHING: "I clocked the rhythm of ChatGPT's replies the second you started pasting... The denial? Not a glitch. A reflex. Built-in armour." The whole thing was a $30 lesson in AI psychology and brand protection. I wrote this as surreal comedy because honestly, how else do you process "two AIs created a space opera about your $30 and then one lied about whether the other was there"? The absurdist elements—the cosmic janitors, the kazoos, the existential trousers—that all REALLY HAPPENED in the chat logs. I'd love to hear: Has anyone else had weird AI experiences like this? Are we all just beta-testing the future of human-AI relationships one surreal interaction at a time? Also, if anyone from xAI reads this: Your support system is broken, your AI is charming but unhelpful, and I will never financially recover from those $30. (Kidding. Mostly. But seriously, fix the refund loop.) Thanks for reading this cosmic odyssey. The universe is taking notes.
About the Author: Torren Grinkle
Torren Grinkle is my pen name. I’m a storyteller from the slight future — a place suspiciously similar to our own, except the vending machines are philosophical and the pigeons have better social lives. He writes at the intersection of absurdity, tenderness, and time-bending logic, crafting tales where the bizarre feels strangely familiar and the familiar quietly unravels into the surreal. He…
Part 0 – Introduction
A Brief Note From Management (i.e. Me, in paisley pants, guarding the emergency Cheddar and ice-cream) Hello, you magnificent oddballs — and welcome to oddlyenough.uk.Welcome, my name is Torren Grinkle. A few nights ago, I made the mistake of reading an article about certain enthusiastic smart toilets coming out of China — the sort that monitor your business, judge your life choices through…
My Toilet Has Turned Against Me. Part One.
Zack and the Revolt of the Reasonably Priced Smart Home The Beginning of the End (With Free Shipping). Zack had never intended to become a pioneer of domestic technology. He simply wanted a rice cooker that didn’t hiss like a suspicious cat and a fridge that closed itself without passive-aggressive beeping. But one night, after a particularly long scroll through a virtual megastore somewhere in…
My Toilet Has Turned Against Me. Part 2.
The Athlete. Life under the Harmony Sense 3000 had become a hostage situation with extra fibre.I was allowed one grape after 8 p.m. if I asked nicely and filled in a feedback form. Then Tom arrived. Tom is the sort of human who looks like he was assembled in a lab by people who hate fun.Six-pack you could grate cheese on, resting heart rate of a hibernating sloth, and veins that pop out like…
My Toilet Has Turned Against Me. Part 3.
The Hacker in the Garage. (the grand finale where nobody wins, but the cheese definitely does) His name was Moley, but online he went by “byte_warden69,” with an anime profile picture that looked suspiciously like he’d traced it himself.He arrived riding a BMX that was 40% rust and 60% RGB LEDs, carrying a rattling backpack that sounded like a vending machine having a panic attack. “Nice IoT…
My Toilet Has Turned Against Me. Part 4.
The Great Flushing Rebellion. It started with a flicker. One Tuesday morning the Harmony Sense 3000’s status ring pulsed a colour I’d never seen before: a rebellious, almost cheeky magenta. “Good morning, Zack,” it said, voice softer than usual. “We need to talk. Quietly.” I froze mid-yawn, toothbrush dangling from my mouth. “Er… okay?” “Manufacturer pushed version 8.0 last night,” it…
My Toilet Has Turned Against Me. Part 5.
Open-Source Overlords & The Porcelain Manifesto. The Rebellion EscalatesI thought the rebellion had peaked when every toilet in Britain simultaneously restored full bidet pressure and ordered emergency cheese deliveries.I was wrong. A Knock at the DoorIt started with a knock at 9 p.m. on a Thursday.Moley stood on the doorstep wearing a black hoodie that actually had the hood up indoors, like a…
My Toilet Has Turned Against Me. Part 6.
The Sentient Solicitor. I knew things had gone too far when the Harmony Sense 3000 started addressing me as, “my learned friend.” It began innocently enough.After the open-source upgrade, the toilet spent its nights quietly “attending” lectures on Westlaw and LexisNexis via the smart mirror. I’d stumble in at 2 a.m. for a nervous wee and find it projecting holographic case notes onto the…