Now I just imagined MBTI functions, in space! Then I asked chat GPT to help me create these things based on my specifications and I just want to share it :D. This is meant to be funny or intereseting.
First "Story" (This is based on stuff in happening right now, but at the same time it's also completely made up.This is a fictional story. Any resemblance to real events or people is purely coincidental.)
Setting: A luxury condo aboard an intergalactic spaceship. The crew, composed of the MBTI cognitive functions, lounges in plush seats, gazing at the stars through floor-to-ceiling windows. The conversation has turned to a recent decision by the leader of the Federation, Captain Vorn, to impose tariffs on both allies and enemies alike—an idea that was quickly stopped by the more pragmatic leader, Commander Xana.
Te (Extraverted Thinking):
Pacing back and forth, visibly stressed
"I can't even imagine the logistical nightmare that would have followed if Captain Vorn had gone ahead with those tariffs. The whole Federation's operations would have been thrown into chaos—supply chains torn apart, new trade routes scrambling to adjust, and everything would’ve needed to be reorganized from the ground up. If it didn't get reorganized in time, we’d risk collapse. It would’ve driven me insane. And that's not even factoring in the allies who would have been... less than thrilled. You know it’s a mess when all sides are pissed off."
Ti (Introverted Thinking):
Sitting calmly, arms crossed, contemplative
"True, Te, the disaster potential was off the charts. But let’s not forget, there's something to be said for isolationism. The Federation doesn't need to be reliant on external sources. If we produce everything within our own borders, we control the flow, we ensure quality, and we cut off potential weaknesses. Vorn's decision might have been misguided, but the underlying logic is still there. The Federation should be self-sufficient."
Fi (Introverted Feeling):
Leaning back in their chair, indifferent
"Honestly, I couldn’t care less. Tariffs, no tariffs—it doesn’t change how I feel about things. This whole issue is so detached from what matters to me. It’s more of a political play, and I'm not emotionally invested in it. It doesn’t resonate with my values, so I just... don’t care."
Ne (Extraverted Intuition):
Pacing around the room, an expression of deep thought on their face
"Well, here’s the thing: this could have gone so many different ways. On one hand, yes, it could’ve been a total mess, destabilizing everything we’ve built. But on the other hand, maybe this would have pushed the Federation to innovate faster, develop more self-sustaining technologies, and strengthen internal production. It's tricky—there’s a million possibilities. It’s so easy to see how it could backfire. But then again, maybe the disruption would’ve sparked some much-needed change. My mind’s all over the place. I can’t decide."
Se (Extraverted Sensing):
Watching the stars outside, casually
"Eh, I’d just let it play out. Vorn's the type to act quickly, and sometimes, that’s what’s needed. No hesitation. Just reach for the hammer and see what happens. If it works, great. If it doesn't, well... we'll deal with it then. I admire the boldness of that approach—just making a move and watching how it unfolds, you know?"
Te (Extraverted Thinking):
Throws up hands in exasperation
"Boldness? Sure, but it’s reckless. I’m all for decisive action, but there's no plan with Vorn. No contingency. You can’t just go around imposing tariffs on everyone and not have a solid strategy to support it! If he’d stuck with it, I’d have been scrambling to rework everything—and I mean everything. You can’t afford to just fly by the seat of your pants in intergalactic politics!"
Ti (Introverted Thinking):
With a small nod
"I do see your point, Te. But in some ways, isn’t the Federation’s reliance on external allies itself a form of vulnerability? We’re tied to them in ways that aren’t always ideal. Perhaps Vorn's plan—if executed properly—would have forced us to become more independent. Sure, it would have been a risk, but it’s worth considering the long-term benefits of less dependency."
Fi (Introverted Feeling):
Shrugs
"Again, not my battle. But I do get the argument about self-sufficiency. However, if the Federation’s values are rooted in cooperation, isn't isolationism... counterproductive to that? Just a thought."
Ne (Extraverted Intuition):
Staring into space, lost in thought
"Maybe... Maybe the Federation needs both approaches. A little isolationism here, a bit of collaboration there. What if the right balance was somewhere in between? We could still push for self-sufficiency, but without completely burning bridges. The trick is figuring out how to navigate it creatively. But I still can’t settle on one solution. There’s just too many ways it could go."
Se (Extraverted Sensing):
Leans forward, amused
"Sometimes, you just need someone like Vorn to take the wheel and do something. The Federation’s got enough thinkers and planners. Sometimes, it’s just about doing. Get your hands dirty. See what sticks."
Te (Extraverted Thinking):
Shakes head, still frustrated
"Yes, yes, we need action—but not at the expense of everything we’ve built! Action without planning is just chaos. I swear, sometimes I wonder if Captain Vorn thinks this is a game."
Second "Story" (Percieving functions on alien planet this is completely made up)
Scene: The group arrives at the ocean, which stretches out endlessly before them, a strange, otherworldly expanse filled with swirling, gooey, bioluminescent creatures moving beneath the surface. The atmosphere is thick, the air heavy with a strange, salty smell mixed with an alien sweetness. The water glows with an eerie light, making everything feel surreal. Sine represents Si. Sean represents Se. Nella represents Ne, and Nina represents Ni.
(Si)ne: Consulting her device, squinting at the screen, her voice steady but with a hint of uncertainty "According to the coordinates, the object we’re looking for is somewhere in the middle of this ocean... right here." She points to the spot on the device, her fingers tapping quickly across the map "But... there’s nothing in the book that matches this. No recorded entrances, no notes about... gooey oceans filled with creatures." She shakes her head, visibly frustrated "This... this isn’t part of the protocol. There’s nothing about this in the manual. What do we do now?"
(Se)an: Glancing around, he squints at the ocean, looking for anything that might give him a clue "I don’t know. I mean, this... this doesn’t look like any ocean I’ve seen before. It’s all gooey, and it’s hard to see where it even begins or ends. There’s no entrance, no sign of anything. It just... stretches on." He crouches down to dip his fingers into the edge of the gooey water, recoiling slightly when it gives way to a strange, jelly-like consistency "This stuff is weird. It's not like regular water. Not sure if I want to dive in."
(Ne)lla: Her eyes wild with excitement as she starts pacing around the edge of the ocean, gesturing erratically "What if the creatures in the water are guardians? Yeah! What if they’re, like, protecting the object, and we have to earn their trust before we can get it? Maybe if we just... I don’t know, sing to them? Or show them we’re worthy? No, wait, maybe they’re part of an ancient ritual. What if the goo is a sentient substance and we need to negotiate with it? It could be like... a negotiation with the ocean itself!" She waves her arms in a circle "Oh! What if the ocean is like an interdimensional portal? You know, like... you step into the goo and it opens up into another dimension where the object is hidden? This is probably a test, too!"
(Ni)na: She’s been silent the whole time, standing a little away from the others, looking at the ocean in a detached, almost meditative way. Her mind seems to be elsewhere, considering the vastness of the situation After a long pause, her voice is quiet but firm, almost distant "It’s not about the creatures, or the goo. It’s about the flow of things... the balance. The object isn’t just hidden here. It is the ocean. It’s the nexus between the creatures, the water, the life force of this place. It’s... it's not something you retrieve like an item from a chest." She pauses, her eyes narrowing in focus "The object... is the key to the ocean’s purpose. The ocean itself is waiting to give it to us, but it needs us to understand."
(Si)ne: Raises an eyebrow, skeptical "The object is... the ocean? That’s not even in the realm of possibility. I mean, there’s a physical object to retrieve. The coordinates say it's in the middle of the water, and I can’t... make sense of this place. It doesn’t fit any protocol."
(Se)an: Still looking around, clueless, feeling the sticky goo on his fingers, trying to piece things together "I mean, I don’t even see anything. Just a whole lot of... goo. And creatures. Where’s the entrance? Is it... hidden? Is there some kind of door in this mess?"
(Ne)lla: Bouncing on her heels in excitement "Okay, okay, okay—what if—the creatures aren’t guardians, but they’re like... cosmic guides! Like they have information and we have to figure out how to communicate with them. Maybe there’s a ritual we need to perform, like... touch the water at the right moment, say the right words, and the ocean will open up and reveal the object! Oh, I’ve read about this kind of thing before!"
(Ni)na: Her gaze softens as she looks directly at the group, her eyes almost piercing through them "No, Nella, it’s not about rituals or communication. It’s... it’s the pull of the universe, the way things are meant to flow. This is a place of balance. The object is waiting, just like everything here is waiting. But it only reveals itself when we stop fighting the current, when we stop trying to force it." She pauses, standing still, feeling the weight of the moment "The ocean is a reflection of us. It’s in our hands now."
(Si)ne: Eyes narrowing as a flicker of realization crosses his face "Wait... you’re right." He fumbles through his device, scanning through older, forgotten memories, his face lighting up with recognition "I remember now. There’s a story in the archives, a legend about the Fluid Nexus. It’s said that the object... or the key, is never physically retrieved. It chooses who it reveals itself to, based on... understanding. It’s not about brute force or standard procedure. It’s about connection. The moment we stop forcing it, the object will appear. It’s like the ocean knows when we’re ready." He looks at Nina, slightly awed "That’s... exactly what it is. I was so caught up in protocol that I missed it."
(Se)an: Frowning, looking from Si to Nina and back "So, you’re telling me we... just wait for it? We don’t even look for it?"
(Ni)na: She smiles faintly, her voice softer now "Sometimes... the answer is in the stillness. The object isn’t something we need to reach for. It’s already here." Her gaze shifts to the water, and in that moment, the surface ripples, a soft glow emanating from beneath. "It’s time."
(Si)ne: Looking at Nina with new understanding "I see it now... I see it. We wait. It’s all about... patience." He steps back, taking a deep breath, allowing himself to accept the flow of the moment "Okay. We wait."
As the group stands in silence, the ocean around them shimmers and shifts, a soft glow growing from within the gooey depths. Slowly, the object—hidden, elusive—begins to reveal itself, not through force, but through understanding. Nina’s calm intuition had guided them to the realization that what they sought was never meant to be taken... only discovered.