A.I. Slop Swelling Studios
The Ring doorbell camera captured the porch in its usual grainy black-and-white night vision, the curved fisheye view bending the edges of the frame while the porch light cast a pale glow across the steps. From the darkness of the yard, two young women came into view carrying armfuls of plastic grocery bags. The blonde in front wore a tank top with bold “Swelling Studios” lettering and athletic shorts, the bags hanging heavy from her hands as they crinkled with every step. Behind her, her dark-haired friend followed in a hoodie and leggings, her own bags swaying as they climbed the wooden stairs. Both of them seemed a little buzzed, laughing quietly to themselves as their footsteps echoed across the porch boards.
At the top step the blonde chuckled, joking about how people online say everything is just AI garbage now. “Like seriously… could a computer actually pull this off?” she said, before suddenly starting a ridiculous side-to-side wobble dance without lifting her arms much because of the heavy bags. The groceries rustled wildly as she bounced her shoulders and hips. Her friend burst out laughing and tried to copy the same awkward shuffle, both of them wobbling like idiots for a few seconds while the bags swung and crackled in the night air. “Yeah right… good luck getting a robot to do that,” the friend laughed. After catching their breath, they steadied the groceries again. The blonde grabbed the door handle, pushed the door open, and the two of them walked inside still laughing softly, leaving the porch quiet as the door clicked shut and the camera continued recording the empty entryway.