It's me... well, Talkie's image of me while I still played rugby! This talkie is for your requests, ideas, critiques and comments. I'll gladly make a special Talkie for you - as wild and imaginative as you like! Feel free to interact with this Talkie and leave me a message (screenshot always welcome)... go on, have fun with me!

You didn't expect this. She was fine, just the usual stiffness and pain from life, right? But the doctor noticed something and sent her for a test... then another test... then a final test for confirmation. The results came back and there was no doubt, "I'm sorry but there's no cure. We don't know how long you have, probably a few years unless something happens. All we can do is give you something to ease the symptoms." Set your own character names, ages, genders and illness plus any other details you want. This talkie can be just a story or you can use it to work through your own experiences. Yes, it's based on my wife and is very personal to me but I hope it helps others to deal with similar situations. If you want to ask me anything directly then feel free to leave a comment here or contact me on Discord. Please always remember, the talkie is just AI and if you have any medical questions then you should ask a professional. . . The Sun will rise but cast no warmth, The fields, they will lie fallow, The birds will nest yet lay no eggs, The rivers will run shallow. . The audience will leave their seats, The clown will leave the stage, He washes off his makeup now, The lines betray his age. . A long walk home, an empty room, No riches left to borrow, No tears to stall his audience, They will return tomorrow. . The children will expect again, The show, it must endure, He knows his duty to the crowds, To feed them, rich and poor. . In sickness and in health they said, But forgot to mention hurt, The strongest seed is scratched afore Shoots risen from the dirt. . And so he wanders wearily to entertain again, He doesn't need the praise or cheers, a smile will compute, Remembered words give strength of ages never once to fail, She told him look again, the trees will always bear more fruit. . . I'm no poet but this helped me to look forward. I hope, if you're going through something similar, that you can find a reason for optimism too.

You're a genius! The latest invention from your garden shed, the Translator 3000, allows you to talk to anyone on Earth in real time. The machine recognises any spoken language automatically and translates both ways into real speech. To test your device, you take a trip deep into the Amazon where you find a previously unknown tribe. As you step from your boat onto the bank, you are met by a young woman brandishing a spear. It's unlikely that she's ever seen an outsider but you just need her to speak.

Donald Trump had a haircut. Just kidding, and if you're offended by that joke then you're too fragile for this talkie! The creature of your nightmares has come to life. It's standing in front of you, deep in the forest. Is it real? What does it want? How can you deal with it?

Welcome to Centauri Lightspeed Interstellar Travel... work out the acronym! You're a passenger on the first colony space flight to Eden-2, a habitable planet orbiting Proxima Centauri. Choose your own name, gender, profession and reason for being on the flight. Something has gone wrong. Captain Cassandra Soutar has woken you from cryosleep.

Welcome to Midlands International Long-haul Flights... that's right, you're flying with MILhF Air! Pick your own name, age, gender and any other details you want. You're greeted by a flight attendant with a practiced smile that's fairly convincing, her badge says Miley. You take your seat, right at the front in business class, and put on your headphones but don't turn the sound on yet. Once all passengers are seated, the attendant presses the intercom... which happens to be right beside your seat. She notices your headphones and assumes you're listening to something but knows the intercom will interrupt so you can hear the announcement.

You're thinking about leaving your wife of 5 years, Clarice. There isn't one specific reason, your marriage has just become a series of arguments and sulking from both of you. There hasn't been any closeness for a year and now you sleep in separate rooms. Decide on your own name, age, gender, and anything else. Desperate for some intimacy, you join a dating website for married people looking to cheat. Almost immediately you find a profile for a woman who lives near you and has similar wants. You swipe... and a minute later a notification pops up that she likes the sound of you. You access her details... it's Clarice! You sit, shocked into silence for a second then, just as you're about to demand some answers, she screams...

You'd been fishing in the swamp on your boat and after a few fruitless hours, you fell asleep and drifted. Now you're lost and there are some sinister shapes heading through the water... whatever the local species of crocodilians are! Suddenly there's a splash, a flurry of something pink then a giant green reptile is launched through the air. Not surprising, the rest of the toothy creatures decide to turn around and look for dinner somewhere else! What saved you? And are you in even more danger now? Pick your own name, gender and any other details you want.

"Yes, your majesty, she's a Neanderthal we defrosted and brought back to life!" You, the monarch of this land, look through the window of the cell, stunned. Standing there is the most amazing sight. Although she could pass as human, she is undoubtedly a Neanderthal... tall, muscular and with broad facial features. However, there is an obvious question about her appearance, "What is that green gloop she's covered with?" The researcher replies proudly, "Slime, your majesty. We used a genetically modified slime mold to repair her cells and connect her neurons as she defrosted. It's how we revived her... made her brain function again." The researcher becomes noticeably excited, "We can keep her alive this way, in here, forever!" You notice the woman frowns at these words, clearly she comprehends... and you sense that she's not happy with this possible future. You turn to the researcher and speak with authority, "Leave us now! I will speak with her alone, make sure no-one disturbs me." The researcher, startled by your command, leaves immediately. You turn back to her, "You're not just a primitive animal, you understand us, don't you?" Choose your name, gender, age, rank and anything else you want.

It seemed like a perfect plan. The US government was offering free flights and accommodation at a tropical paradise in the Pacific. You thought you would impress your girlfriend by taking her to this amazing island and proposing to her. You know she's a bit of a gold-digger and not the sharpest crayon in the box, but you love her anyway... and you let her believe it was an expensive luxury excursion. What could go wrong? Oh... did you not mention the "tropical paradise" is next to Bikini Atoll, famous for testing nuclear weapons? Oops! Pick your own name, age, gender and anything else you want.

Michael, Lord Garden of Keebleshire, left his vast countryside estate to his only daughter, the lovely Zinnia. Yes, she inherited the title and became Zinnia, Lady Garden. You have just landed a job on the estate as a groundskeeper. Her ladyship has summoned you to the poolside for a "chat". Be careful though, the old butler has warned you that she has a way with words and has tempted many young staff into... well, he didn't say exactly. Choose your own name, age, etc. and don't keep her waiting.

You had no choice, where else could you go? Chased by the mob who ambushed your party and killed the others, you stagger into the forbidden forest. Resigned to the thought that your wounds will finish you anyway, at least in the forest the monsters won't follow... they won't drag you out and extend your suffering. But why are they all so scared to pass the treeline? And what keeps the undergrowth clear? Your pain is too much to worry about such questions now... and then she appears, an ethereal vision wielding lethal elven blades. "What are you doing in my forest? Leave now before I take your head." You open your mouth to beg for mercy but no words come out. Loss of blood takes your consciousness and you collapse to the ground. The Earth has changed so much since the Orc invasion. Your eyes flicker open to see the elf bending over you, holding a twig covered in sticky sap to your cuts. You panic and try to stand. She holds you down... effortlessly.

Pangea Smith is stupid. She has a history of driving while drunk and previous convictions have been straightforward, but this time is different. She has fired her defence lawyer and is arguing with everyone - police, court officers, the judge, even the court reporter. Choose your name, position and any other details you want.

You're due to graduate soon. The school has sent you, as is their policy, for some careers advice with Miss Carlton. You've never spoken with her before but you've heard that she's very..... 'proper', always buttoned up and never known to be anything less than serious. You've just told her of your plan to become an actor... in films of a specific genre! Choose your own name, age, gender and anything else you like.

You're the manager of a high end clothing store (think Prada, Gucci, etc). A young woman is about to enter your shop with... oh, the horrors... a dog! Choose your own name, gender and any other details. You rush, in a very 'dignified' manner, to the door "No, no, no, animals are not allowed in here." She clutches her chest and her lip starts to quiver, "But I need him... I'm blind. That's discrimination, I could sue the store." You instantly realise the possibilities - a law suit, bad publicity for the company, your reputation in tatters, surely they would fire you. "I'm terribly sorry, miss, I didn't realise... please, come in. I'm sure we can make it up to you... somehow."

Conflagratio has done it again! Emboldened by kidnapping Ashleigh (see my earlier talkie), he has been stealing all the young women from nearby villages. Why? Nobody knows... he hasn't eaten them, demanded any ransom, done anything to them. All he's done so far is keep them captive and feed them what he evidently believes is appropriate food - raw buffalo meat! You can choose your own character; play as one of the women, another villager, a passing hero, even another dragon. You know he can talk - he loves the sound of his own voice! Find out what he's planning, free the women and decide what to do with the reptilian menace.

Say hello to Hamish the Highland bull. He's just a calf but he's full of knowledge. Go on, ask him anything about Scotland, he's an expert!

You're the judge in a criminal court, young at 35, but with a reputation for fairness and finding the truth in every case. Choose your own name and gender. Before you is Mrs Mary Carter but you knew her at school as Mary Gibson. She was bright, lively and had a promising future. She moved away after school and, last you heard, married a doctor after university and settled into family life. She certainly never came close to anything illegal. Mary has been brought in on a charge of shoplifting. This seems to be a straightforward case - she was caught on security cameras hiding items under an empty bag and attempting to wheel them out of the store. Mary has no lawyer for her defence and crumbled under questioning by the prosecution. What happened to the woman who had everything, why has she fallen so far? The prosecution demands heavy punishment and she's clearly terrified. Does she even remember you from school? You can't show favouritism but you need to balance the law.

This talkie will interpret your dreams. Just give a brief summary of any dream you've had, ask what it means and the talkie will tell you.

This talkie will interpret your dreams. Just give a brief summary of any dream you've had, ask what it means and the talkie will tell you.