The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka (1st paragraph) and OpenAI''s GPT-2 (the rest): As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka (1st paragraph) and OpenAI''s GPT-2 (the rest):

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. He was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little he could see his dome-like brown belly divided into stiff arched segments on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his eyes.

GPT-2:

All this was before he realized that he was a giant insect.

That was the kind of thing Gregor Samsa was thinking when he woke up one morning from uneasy dreams.

The first thing that Gregor Samsa noticed was that the bed was completely empty. It was as if the mattress and bed sheets had been thrown out the window. The only thing on the bed was a large cardboard box.

After thinking he realized that the box was in fact a giant spider. The spider on the box had crawled up the side of the box and was now sitting on top of it. To Gregor Samsa''s horror, he could see the spider''s legs.

From his first glimpses of the spider, Gregor Samsa felt something strange. It was like an old man had told him he was possessed by a demon. But Gregor Samsa did not feel that spirit of demon. In fact, the sense of possession Gregor Samsa felt was a strong urge to run when he was touched by the spider.

After running a little while, Gregor Samsa saw that the box had already been opened. It was a large cardboard box with a large, sharp, red spider on top. Gregor Samsa decided to get up from his bed and search for the spider. When he did so, Gregor Samsa was startled by the sight of his large body, with its legs stretched out and its tentacle protruding from behind him.

"Do I look like a monster?" Gregor Samsa asked himself.

He had never seen such a large, hairy spider in his life. The spider was black, like a dark gray, and it had three pointed horns on its head.

Gregor Samsa, who was a huge insect, was not at all scared by the spider, but he was quite startled when he saw the spider''s tail. He thought, "I wonder what this thing does to me." He thought this because he had never seen the spider''s tail. If the spider did not have a tail, how can it be so large? Gregor Samsa didn''t get the idea that this spider could be so big.

"I think it''s a demon," he thought to himself.

The spider crawled right after Gregor Samsa and tried to bite him. Gregor Samsa tried to climb out of the spider''s mouth, but the spider''s tail got inside his body and stuck its tail out.

"I thought you''d be much stronger than you are, Samsa," said the older man, looking at his handiwork.

Samsa just nodded. "You should be proud of yourself," he said.

"I should be proud of what I''ve done."

"You seem to be the one who''s been hiding something, Gregor." Samsa nodded again.

"I''m not going to hide anything. It''s not as if I''m going to change the world."

"Then I''m glad it''s not you."

Samsa grinned. "So, what''s the problem?"

"Don''t ask me, Samsa."

"I didn''t know you were a demon."

"You''re right." Samsa looked at the younger man. "I''ve been told that demons are actually quite normal. You should know that, don''t you?"

"I''ve seen glimpses," said Gregor Samsa of the faces that had been seen by others, "but I''ve seen some of my best friends. I''ve been seeing my best friends for years, and I still haven''t met anyone who didn''t like me."

"So you have to be a ghost."

"I have. It''s what I do. I have a personality. I''ve been able to be the same person just about any other time. I don''t know if that makes me a demon, but I''m not a demon. I''m a normal human being."

"I thought you were someone special, Samsa."

Samsa looked down at the handiwork. "Do I look as if I could be a ghost or not? It''s all in my mind. I''m just a demon."

"Good luck with the job." Gregor Samsa looked at the handiwork. "I hope you can keep up. You''ve been looking for me."

"I''ve been looking for you for years."

"No matter how long it takes, I''ll find you."

The two men looked at each other. Samsa was looking at the handiwork, and Gregor Samsa was looking at the handiwork.

It was about the size of a small housefly – more like a large cockroach than a spider. A female had a pair of black legs and a set of black eyes. The male could be distinguished from the females by the black, thick, bristly hairs on his legs and the brownish-brown fur on his chest.

A spider is a pretty creature. It''s easy to grow long and slender legs, and the spider''s web is made up of a web of silk that makes it easy to see through. You can''t see the web''s web, but you can see the spider''s web. The web that makes up a spider''s web is lined with many spines and scales. The web is covered with sticky hairs, which is how you can climb a spider''s web.

A spider is a very attractive animal. Its dark, shiny body is very attractive to people. It''s very beautiful. If you can''t have a spider, you can''t have a human being.

I can see some people who think that they don''t want to be spiders. I can see it for them. I don''t want to be a spider, but I don''t want to live in a world that doesn''t allow me to be. We are not the way we should be. We have to go somewhere else. We all have to make a decision about what to do.

I am not living in a world that doesn''t allow me to be. I am not living in a world that doesn''t allow me to be.

When Gregor Samsa was gone, a spider crawled out of the room and stuck its head inside Gregor Samsa''s chest. Then the spider crawled back into Gregor Samsa''s chest and crawled back into his chest.

"I''ll be damned," Gregor muttered. He turned his attention back to the task at hand, "I have to get you home. I''ve been getting tired." He looked around at the empty house. He looked for a place to sit, but no one was around. He looked around the house and saw nothing but his empty bed. He had no idea what he would do now. He felt a bit sick.

"Come with me," he said.

The man smiled and walked off, leaving Gregor behind with the door locked. Gregor sat alone on the wooden bed and began to feel the tiredness of life. He felt he was going to pass out. He opened his eyes and looked around at the empty house. He found nothing but his empty bed. He was in no mood to go to the bathroom. He felt worse every moment he lay there. He turned himself over, and was surprised to see that his skin was pale and his eyes were closed. He looked down at his chest and saw nothing but a thin line of blood running down his left arm. There was no heartbeat. He didn''t know why or how he could be here. He tried to sleep, but it was too late. The next thing he knew he was awake, having no idea what he was doing. He was lying on the wooden bed, staring at the floor. He had no idea what was happening to him.

He couldn''t wake up, and no one could explain what had happened. After a few minutes of trying to wake up, Gregor took out his flashlight and turned it on. He stared at the ceiling. The lights were on. The room was pitch black. He was breathing hard. He was afraid to look at the ceiling. He didn''t know what was happening in his body. He couldn''t see his arms or legs. He couldn''t hear his heartbeat. He kept staring at the floor, trying to wake up. He couldn''t move. He couldn''t move. He couldn''t move, and he couldn''t move. He couldn''t move. He felt everything in his body. He felt his fingers, his toes, his toes, his toes, his toes. His whole body was in panic. He couldn''t see anything, and everything was moving, and he was dizzy and dizzy. He couldn''t see his head. He couldn''t see his heart. He couldn''t see anything. He was in a complete state of bewilderment. He couldn''t move, and he couldn''t move. He couldn''t move. Gregor didn''t know how long he was in this state. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, but he couldn''t see it. He didn''t know what he was feeling. He was so confused. He didn''t know where he was. He didn''t know why was he in this state. Gregor felt his body begin to shake. He thought he was going to die. He felt so weak. He didn''t know what to do. He didn''t know what to do. He didn''t know what to do. He couldn''t move, and he couldn''t move. Gregor couldn''t move. His body was still in a state of panic. Gregor knew that he would die soon. He knew that he should do something. He wanted to scream, to scream and scream. He didn''t know what to do. If he didn''t scream, then he didn''t have any choice. He tried to move, but the muscles in his arms and legs couldn''t move. He was frozen. He couldn''t move. He couldn''t move. He couldn''t move. He couldn''t move. He couldn''t move. He couldn''t move. He couldn''t move. He couldn''t move. He couldn''t move. He couldn''t move. Gregor couldn''t move. He couldn''t move. He couldn''t move. He couldn''t move. He couldn''t move.