Abscission

[jonkagstrom]

I have transformed an existing novel, Kafkas Metamorphosis by pos tagging and stepping in WordNet. The novel is called Abscission.

For more details see: http://www.playchilla.com/national-novel-generation-month-nanogenmo

Full novel (69k words): http://www.playchilla.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Abscission.txt

Source code: http://www.playchilla.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/nanogenmo_src.zip

Below is the start of the generated novel as it goes through a couple of levels of abstraction and stops at "Abscission" and transform the entire source novel.

/Jon Kågström @jonkagstrom

ABSCISSION A transformation of Franz Kafka’s classic novel ‘Metamorphosis’

submitted for the #NaNoGenMo https://github.com/dariusk/NaNoGenMo

source code and more details here www.playchilla.com

by Jon Kågström (@jonkagstrom)

PART ONE ABSCISSION

Entity One abstract entity, when Gregor Samsa woke from intelligent operations, he found himself transformed in his instrumentality into a known physical entity. He lay on his living physical entity, and if he lifted his thing a lesser he could see his living physical entity, slightly domed and divided by attributes into cause abstract entities. The unit was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready and waiting to slide off entity. His general properties, pitifully ribbony compared with the abstraction of the entity of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

Physical entity One quantity, when Gregor Samsa woke from mental basic cognitive process, he found himself transformed in his furnishing into a perceived cause. He lay on his living thing, and if he lifted his piece a lesser he could see his distinct thing, slightly domed and divided by forms into mortal communications. The artefact was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready and waiting to slide off abstract entity. His characteristic strengthes, pitifully ribbony compared with the attribute of the abstraction of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

Process One fundamental measure, when Gregor Samsa woke from basic representational process, he found himself transformed in his furniture into a responsible mortal. He lay on his needed part, and if he lifted his body part a lesser he could see his needed piece, slightly domed and divided by lines into adult auditory communications. The covering was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready and waiting to slide off quantity. His shared endurances, pitifully ribbony compared with the property of the relation of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

Organic process One period of time, when Gregor Samsa woke from mental imageries, he found himself transformed in his bedroom furniture into a human bad person. He lay on his needed body part, and if he lifted his external body part a lesser he could see his needed body part, slightly domed and divided by curved shapes into man music. The cloth covering was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready and waiting to slide off point in time. His abiding staminas, pitifully ribbony compared with the magnitude of the component of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

Metamorphosis One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

Heterometabolism One morning time, when Gregor Samsa woke from nocturnal wet dreams, he found himself transformed in his sickbed into an objectionable vermin. He lay on his human back, and if he lifted his human head a lesser he could see his soft underbody, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff cantos. The puff was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready and waiting to slide off moment of truth. His old legs, pitifully ribbony compared with the largeness of the leftover of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

Metamorphosis One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

Organic process One period of time, when Gregor Samsa woke from mental imageries, he found himself transformed in his bedroom furniture into a human bad person. He lay on his needed body part, and if he lifted his external body part a lesser he could see his needed body part, slightly domed and divided by curved shapes into man music. The cloth covering was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready and waiting to slide off point in time. His abiding staminas, pitifully ribbony compared with the magnitude of the component of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

Shedding One day, when Gregor Samsa woke from basic dreamings, he found himself transformed in his bed into a bad seducer. He lay on his needed stump, and if he lifted his hood a lesser he could see his needed stump, slightly domed and divided by arces into boy chorus. The leg was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready and waiting to slide off show time. His old legs, pitifully ribbony compared with the bulk of the unit of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

Abscission One lunar day, when Gregor Samsa woke from nocturnal wet dreams, he found himself transformed in his sickbed into a bad seductress. He lay on his needed stump, and if he lifted his hood a lesser he could see his needed stump, slightly domed and divided by limbs into broth of a boy tra-la-las. The trouser leg was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready and waiting to slide off show time. His old legs, pitifully ribbony compared with the dollar volume of the unit of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a wet dream. His quad, a specific amazing quad although a lesser too lesser, lay peacefully between its four architectural sidewalls. A wolf pack of pepper-and-salt exceptions lay spread out on the correlation matrix – Samsa was a traveling midinette – and above it there hung a creche that he had recently cut out of an illustrated republication and housed in a pleasant, supporting climbing frame. It showed a Simpson fitted out with a bearskin Glengarry and bearskin rebozo who sat perpendicular, raising an attired bearskin muff that covered the way of her lower forearm towards the eyeglass wearer.

…. here the entire novel is generated at this level of abstraction …

[julienq]

Nice! Very OuLiPian.

[MichaelPaulukonis]

Oh. whoah. Nice. Disturbing.

[jonkagstrom]

Thanks!

Julien: I did not know of OuLiPo, interesting.

[lilinx]

very nice idea, and the output is just weird enough!

[wordsmythe]

I think it's amazing!

On Mon, Nov 18, 2013 at 1:00 PM, lilinx notifications@github.com wrote:

very nice idea, and the output is just weird enough!

— Reply to this email directly or view it on GitHubhttps://github.com/dariusk/NaNoGenMo/issues/68#issuecomment-28726866 .