While Sarah and William were distracted, Bill crawled over to the phone and generated a new sentence. He squinted at the screen. All the words looked like scribbles to him. But he didn’t have much time before William and Sarah came over to get him. So he selected a random word and used autocorrect.
His hair grew longer, his T-shirt was replaced with a dress, and he could feel his genitals turn from an outie to an innie. He was a girl! That wasn’t what he wanted!
Bill generated another sentence, randomly chose a word, and this time, tried to type something in. She felt herself get even smaller. She wasn’t two years old now, she was two days old! She began to cry, attracting the attention of William and Sarah. Sarah got to her first.
“It’s okay, sweetie. Come here, have some lunch,” Sarah cooed, lifting her shirt to reveal a nursing bra. She undid the nursing bra and guided Bill to her breast. Instinct took over and Bill began to suckle. Sarah shot one last glare at William, then grabbed her other two daughters and left the courtroom.
Dejected to have lost custody of all his daughters, even the newborn Wilma, William looked down at the floor. There, he spotted Bill’s abandoned phone. He picked it up. There was a sentence on screen reading “The two-month-old girl is crying.” Curious, he generated a new sentence.
It read “The recently divorced man lost custody of his daughters.”