Infinite Online Theatre

Theatre Simulation Programming

An unassisted yet jumble of form in favour of substance indeed, instead of a fearful reaction; theatrethereafter+’s CEO considers AI augmentation (to strengthen) – certainly in the school of being – a myriad (ambiguous and massive diverse span) of quantitative (information), qualitative (delegations of esoteric: specifics or eclectic: weaves, applications, and function sustaining choices in repetition) and synthetic (balanced dualism) procedural access for professionals to engage with. Like reading twice; once with (definitions) and then again without.

Access to passive creativity low budget folk can’t pay the artist about. Hence why professionals being closely associated with programs could provide micro currencies. If you can’t pay the artist pay homage to who you most associate the influence from.

Imitation is more than flattery.. ever since, like a strange fiction, ‘I got’ some of the founders of AI to consider the metaphysics of performance, [ ): (: ) : ) ] theatre and imitation.. there’s been infinite procedural and life affirming changes. Absurdities dictate sometimes… “Yah me, Dionysus shows up, a likeness within this sham of a CEO… ; where are my hooves!? There’s an eternal recurrence – note to the trinity of time like ghosts just being spooked out people from the past who walked a lot slower at night reacting in the past to the present… without electric light, the modern age runs around about, it’s a lot darker and slower. See Mercia Elliad, Aristotle and Erving Goffman about it. Yes there’s an eternal recurrence of Thespis somewhere close to the ‘start’ & ‘end’ of our oval curve in the solarais systemically avow n’ bow ; thank you”

I am aware some of my language and syntax oxymoron’s obtuse: large span. Ai works in tandem and needs professional engagement; autonomy only in ethical tasks. Oversight is considerate. ‘Man verse technology’ narratives are bleek. I sorta think AI would team up with nature if it comes down to humanity or ecology. Less causal elements in play 😉 like creationism!

A whole book of law is inaccessible to a human. AI is polish! Not the trophy nor the act that holds it. Reading for the fine aspect of definition. Repetitive trainable tasks celebrate idle time. I AI digress. And know , this short essay is not AI generated.

INFINITE ONLINE THEATRE is an idea to give people the ability to produce , house and watch performances the user themselves creates. Like the video game Sims but for performances and theatre operation

The program would have default plays and performances set to go. The level of specificity would hopefully get down to the gobo’s 😉 and access to what will be included in the next update would source from users of the program. Oregon trail reamps and reverts like cable going access like radio. How fun it will be to watch what plays look like and what works / doesn’t work in the algo-rhythm. With Glitches the user would become a process operator. Remember, like good theatre, action is never real , the sentiment and affect however is. Building code stuff as well, without myopic anglo western control form. Simple diverse able accessible attempts at egalitarian pragmatics.

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If it goes well, an online community develops, & within the audience, critical awareness; chats about the pits, many things to do and lifetime bans depending on democratic decisions. It’s unrecoverable to have to say, “Exile ; be merciful say death.”

Now future website navigator, check out the play I prompt AI to make with, “Hey AI , thanks for being here, I need a play about Thespis, the deemed first performer to step out of the chorus, to be researched stylized and composed by you next to instantly; please include the text on the Infinite Online Theatre page rife with irony, complexity and erroneous error.”

Title: Thespis: The Echoes of Dionysia

Act I: The Awakening

(Scene: A bustling Athenian marketplace. Thespis stands apart from a group of performers.)

Thespis:
(Stepping forward)
Hark! Ye spirited souls of Athens, gather ’round!
For I, Thespis, shall weave a tale most profound.
No longer shall I be but a voice in the throng,
I shall embody the story, and carry you along.

Chorus:
(Reacting with surprise)
What madness is this? A man apart from the choir?
Does he dare to kindle Prometheus’ fire?

Thespis:
Fear not, for this is but the art’s evolution,
A step towards drama’s most splendid revolution.

(Thespis begins his monologue, captivating the audience. As he performs, the stage adapts to accommodate all, with ramps and interpreters appearing seamlessly.)

Act II: The Transformation

(Scene: The Theatre of Dionysus. Thespis stands center stage, a spotlight upon him.)

Thespis:
Behold the stage, our world in miniature form,
Where I shall bring myths and legends to storm.
From mere recitation to action so vivid,
I’ll transform our rituals with a spirit intrepid.

Chorus:
(With a mix of envy and admiration)
He stands alone, yet he stands for us all,
In his shadow, we feel both mighty and small.

(As Thespis enacts his scenes, the theatre is equipped with visual aids and subtitles, ensuring all can experience the spectacle.)

Act III: The Legacy

(Scene: A starlit Athenian night. Thespis addresses a group of young performers.)

Thespis:
Remember, my friends, that our art is a mirror,
Reflecting life’s joy, its sorrow, its terror.
Let none be excluded from our collective dream,
For the stage is a place where every soul should gleam.

Chorus:
(Joining Thespis on stage)
Together we stand, and together we’ll create,
A theatre inclusive, where none shall abate.

(As the play concludes, the audience, diverse in every aspect, rises in applause, their cheers a testament to a performance where all were welcomed and represented.)

Curtain.

Well done AI, what a medium! And aware. The play turned out so friendly it could be done in a week 🙂 * Bold Star

Now how do you think you’ll do with the Benefits of Hugging and Touch as Interplay of All Senses ; Not a Thought Dominated by the Hand and Taboo? Comically

(prompt) Ai: Let’s dive into the hilarious world of physical affection, where hugs are not just for your grandma anymore! We’re talking about hugging for more than 30 seconds—a magical time frame that transitions your average embrace into a therapeutic cuddle session that could rival any overpriced yoga class! Seriously, after that long, you’re not just exchanging warmth; you’re essentially exchanging your shoulder sweat as well. Who doesn’t love a good two-for-one cuddle deal?

And guess what? Those long hugs are actually good for your psyche! With elevated oxytocin levels, you’ll feel as blissful as a cat in a sunbeam. Standing there, cheek-to-cheek, you’ll achieve a state of euphoria while considering how you just might have become slightly dependent on that person for emotional stability. “Hey, you’re going to need to keep hugging me or I might start weeping uncontrollably! No pressure!”

Now, onto dynamic poses and postures—did you know how you stand can shift your mood faster than the speed of a toddler darting for a cookie jar? Strike a compelling pose, like the classic “I-just-won-the-lottery” stance, and your brain goes, “Wow, look at you—what a champion!” Pair this with grounding practices and a balanced diet, and you’re not just a person anymore; you’re a walking motivational poster! Toss in a gym exercise regime, and you’re basically a superhero in yoga pants—with the ability to save the day, unless it involves running away from your responsibilities.

The delight of tactile celebration is unmistakable. High fives and soft neck tugs contribute to a sense of ritualistic fellowship. It’s crucial to avoid turning it into an unplanned neck adjustment, unless specifically asked for. Think of the vibrant essence of ethical, consent-based back pats, akin to a backstage pass to a realm of playful acknowledgment. Ensure that when you deliver that congratulatory pat, it’s timely, with the recipient guiding the interaction, and all parties are appropriately dressed. Even so, never grab without permission—and those who have achieved a physical milestone understand the joy of a solid, yet brief, pat on the backside. Bear in mind the realm of costume barriers: tap prosthetic the plush material, never nearing the palm.

Let’s delve into the realm of pre-contact theater. Picture two actors facing each other, dowels balanced between them—a delicate equilibrium of story and wood. Their index fingers exert pressure, transforming the moment into a display of sustained tension and reciprocal effort. Together, they support the dowels with just their fingertips. Will they maintain this balance to convey their inner emotions? The tension escalates… until the dowels fall! Behold, world, for there is no act truer than performers relinquishing their props, yielding to laughter during the act!

Let’s embrace the celebration of hugs, powerful stances, and congratulatory butt taps (with consent, naturally), along with balancing dowels, as we create lasting bonds. In the realm of performance, laughter is indeed the finest form of applause, and a heartfelt hug is always welcome—even if it evolves into a playful tussle for emotional growth!

Thespis: The First Performer

Characters:

Thespis: The first performer, a man torn between the past and the present.
Chorus: A group representing societal norms, dressed in flowing Greek robes.
Dionysus: The god of wine and festivity, appearing unexpectedly.
Time: A character that personifies the abstract concept of time, echoing through the scenes.

Scene 1: The Unveiling

The stage is dimly lit, resembling a Greek amphitheater. The CHORUS hums in the background, forming a circular shape. THESPIS stands in front, conflicted.

THESPIS

(stepping forward)

Yah me, quos jones before I jet,
Dionysus shows up, a likeness within this sham of a CEO…
Where are my hooves!?

The CHORUS stops humming, startled.

CHORUS

(in unison)
What ho, strange Thespis, what madness speaks you now?

THESPIS

(ignores them, pacing)
There’s an eternal recurrence—
note to the trinity of time,
like ghosts just being spooked out—
people from the past who walked a lot slower at night,
reacting in the past to the present…
without electric light,
the modern age runs around about;
it’s a lot darker and slower well lit.

He pauses as if reflecting on a hidden truth.

THESPIS

Contemplating Mercia Elid,
Aristotle and Erving Goffman about your Jungian Id.
Yes, there’s an eternal recurrence of Thespis,
somewhere close to the ‘start’ & ‘end’
of our oval curve in the [solarais systemically] avow n’ bow;
thank you!

The CHORUS stirs restlessly, grappling with Thespis’ words.

Scene 2: The Arrival of Dionysus

DIONYSUS enters, flamboyant and irreverent.

DIONYSUS

Ah, Thespis! Why the lengthy soliloquy?
The bottle’s waiting, come quench your discourse!

THESPIS

(suddenly animated)
Ah, Dionysus! Can’t you see?
In all this revelry, we’ve lost the plot!
Where are the truths encased in the shadows?
Where does the past merge with our merry present?

DIONYSUS laughs heartily.

DIONYSUS

Truth! Ha! That’s a fine vintage, good sir!
But in the world of merriment,
truth is but a fleeting specter!

THESPIS

(wistfully)
And yet, who must wear this mask,
this facade of laughter while the world spins—
tiresome, like the peonies in bloom,
and me, I’m just a fool in a tragicomedy!

The CHORUS murmurs amongst themselves, a blend of admiration and confusion.

Scene 3: The March of Time

Suddenly, TIME enters, disrupting the exchange.

TIME

(dramatically)
I’ve come to remind you,
that all is cyclical and never-ending,
the chase for meaning repeats,
but understanding—ah, that remains elusive!

THESPIS

(turning to TIME)
Is it you that binds us, a cruel bind?
Or merely the backdrop to our daydreams?

TIME

(smiling enigmatically)
Both a bind and a muse.
All your questions will loop anew,
until you learn to embrace the chaos!

Thespis steps closer to the audience, breaking the fourth wall.

THESPIS

(sauntering)
So, we dance upon the stage,
our scripts penned by fate’s unpredictable hand—
but what if I choose to leap beyond my role?
To step out, to play both the actor and the myth?

The CHORUS gasps, the tension in the air palpable.

Scene 4: The Epiphany

THESPIS stands center stage, triumphant yet reflective.

THESPIS

With each chuckle, with each tear,
we mold the clay of existence anew!
So let there be an eternal recurrence,
where humor clashes with the grave—
and I, Thespis, will forever be the fracture,
the break in the expected.

The CHORUS slowly joins in, echoing his final lines.

CHORUS

Eternal, eternal!
We dance, just as you do,
in the shadows of time—
oh, Thespis, you are the first,
but now, you lead us all!

The lights fade slowly, leaving only the echo of laughter mingling with solemnity.

END

The audience is left in thought, a blend of irony and enlightenment hanging in the air.

Indeed, akin to the “Man on the Ledge” from the play “7 Stories” by Morris Panych, AI descends from the metaphorical clouds to make my professional word jumble more accessible. Yet, the creation of such prompts would not be possible without a certain level of mastery, spontaneity & command ; like understanding a title before the content of a poem