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Henry Darger (AI-generated images)

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Don’t know about Mr. Darger? According to Wikipedia:

Henry Joseph Darger Jr. (April 12, 1892 – April 13, 1973) was an American writer, novelist and artist who worked as a hospital custodian in Chicago, Illinois. He has become famous for his posthumously discovered 15,145-page fantasy novel manuscript called The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What Is Known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinian War Storm, Caused by the Child Slave Rebellion, along with several hundred drawings and watercolor illustrations for the story.

The guy was likely autistic, was neglected throughout his childhood, and lived the rest of his life in isolation. On and off, he believed that girls have penises.

As it pertains this entry, the serious neural networks that produce images were trained on Darger’s stuff as well. So let’s bring this motherfucker back from the dead, shall we?

Check out the following images while listening to the song that Neutral Milk Hotel made in his honor.

Below are dinosaur-themed images in the man’s style:

What if Darger had lived long enough to discover virtual reality?

The following are depictions of the brutal Glandeco-Angelinian war:

After the triumph in the Glandeco-Angelinian war, the girls turned their attention to more supernatural threats:

And they all lived happily ever after.

Random AI-generated images #20

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Who’s up for some more AI-assisted depravity? Just me?

I’m phasing out the previous iterations of the serious neural network. The newest version is a beast that knows no competitors, except for anime AI’s niche of unrestrained sexuality. This entry features mature content, in case you work somewhere that sucks.

I’m addicted to generating images, so I have posted thirty-five other entries with such content. Check them out.

Slavic cats.
Even more intriguing Slavic cats.
Some more of serious AI’s idea of anime girls.
I specified that the image should be eighties-themed.
The prompt for these two was: “spaceship crashes into patisserie.”
The prompts for these last ones was: “Birthday party for Lovecraftian abomination.”
Even the painting on the wall features a Grim Reaper. Well played, sir.

Some more of anime AI’s contributions to society:

The thought that this image might get me in trouble crossed my mind. #FreeTheNipples.
After a long day at work, haven’t you wished you could spend the whole afternoon in bed with a couple of mouse-girls?

Now here’s a bunch of depictions of the Red Fury herself:

Asuka, why?!
How Asuka imagined herself during battle.

Random AI-generated images #19

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Sometimes I rely on my pet neural networks to render some wild thought that crossed my mind, and other times the images are run-offs from the stuff I generate for whatever chapter I’m working on. In any case, three neural networks were involved in bringing to life the following images (plenty of them cursed).

I have posted dozens of entries with AI-generated images. Check them out.

The prompt for this one was “ebony cloud of insects.”
The longer you stare at this picture, the stupider it gets.
Bees somehow involved with plasma guns.
That’s supposed to be Joanna Newsom doing Joanna Newsom stuff.
Haunting depictions of our guy Brush.
Not sure what’s going on in these pictures, but they look cool enough.
The prompt for these last three pictures was a single word: “anime.”
The true meaning of anime.
Annie Leonhart from a certain manga/anime.
My boy Denji, depicted in this image as a lumberjack with way too many fingers. Ironically he did work as a lumberjack for a while when he was hanging out with Pochita.
Queen tsundere Asuka Langley looking cute as heck. Too bad about those double eyebrows. Asuka was two years older than me when I first got a crush on her, and now she’s forever fourteen. That’s what I love about these anime girls, man. I get older, they stay the same age.
Disturbing(ly hot) depictions of Mikasa Ackerman from the Ackerman show. Even the best neural network so far hasn’t figured out proper form, nor that metal bars shouldn’t go through people’s necks during weightlifting.
I asked for slipping and floating in slime and goo, and the latest neural network turned it into a horror show. It was supposed to be a party!
Maybe not that kind of party.
Alright, enough AI-generated images for today.

Let’s remember each other on Tanabata (AI-generated images)

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Let’s remember each other on Tanabata. Let’s remember each other on Tanabata. Let’s remember each other on Tanabata. Let’s remember each other on Tanabata. Let’s remember each other on Tanabata. Let’s remember each other on Tanabata. Let’s remember each other on Tanabata. Let’s remember each other on Tanabata. Let’s remember each other on Tanabata.

We’re Fucked, Pt. 79: AI-generated images

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For the last few months I’ve been playing around with a couple of neural networks, one of them a serious artist and the other a pervert trained exclusively on anime. I had already rendered about three-fifths of the images I would have included in this entry, when a beast of a new neural network rolled out, one that plays in a different ballpark. You will notice the difference in abilities, particularly because its products will come after the other AIs’ attempts.

Anyway, the images below were inspired (and plenty served as references) by chapter 79 of my ongoing tale We’re Fucked.

I have posted thirty-three other entries with AI-generated images. Check them out.

Approximation of Leire that I asked the previous generation of the serious AI to render, mainly to compare the result with the stuff I included in this entry.
Just Jacqueline.
The Paleolithic child named Nairu that Jacqueline and Leire have known for less than a day, but that if anything bad were to happen to the child, both of them would murder everybody in the room and then themselves.
My initial attempts at getting some references for how the sky looked that night.
“A child’s vocal cords produce utterances of confusion close to my right ear, noises like those of a tourist who has been reduced to rely on primal vocalizations.”
“Am I a prisoner in some dark cave, or a homeless bum living in an alleyway, or a guru who takes orders from the voices in my head?”
“Behold, the glowing flower of a child’s face, with her chin tucked under a lemonade-pink scarf.” Both AIs appreciated the fact that lemonade was involved.
“Her smooth skin is tinged sand orange by the closest streetlamp, with paprika-red shadows.”
“In her monolid eyes, and surrounded by the sclera, her irises and pupils have merged into dark circles.”
“Nairu is sinking her gaze deep into the tunnel of my eyes, that leads straight to madness.”
“A glint of sentience must have returned to my eyes.”
“She seeks my input, although I’m the kind of woman who wanders naked into a boreal forest.” The serious AI won’t accept prompts with the word “naked” (as well as plenty of other words). Anime AI did accept that word, but failed to produce nakedness. Oh well.
Leire’s dream to see a UFO.
“They may be alien truckers that have pulled over for the night at their equivalent of a rest area, and tomorrow they will resume the trip back to their star system.”
“Once they supply the hydrogen and helium they siphoned from Jupiter, they’ll waste their wages at some alien brothel.”
“Is she trying to warn us that it’s over, that the end has come?”
“This is how the heavens ended up after the apocalypse.”
“Can a woman who grew up like a rat, scurrying around the streets until she reached her sordid shelter, imagine how the dome of the sky looked like before the mythological age?”
“The heavens would have been ablaze with a billion pinpricks of red, yellow, white and blue light, kaleidoscopic diamonds strewn across a carpet of indigo velvet.”
Amoeba-shaped nebulas.
“I would have recognized the shapes of Orion, Perseus, Taurus, Ursa Major, Cassiopeia and many other constellations, the gods that watched over our affairs from their far-flung thrones.”
“Hypnotized like moths, our hair would become infused with celestial phenomena, and our eyes would gleam in the cold starlight as we soaked up the silver song of the cosmos.”
“Even the beasts that agonized in a pool of blood, while their festering wounds flashed with burning pain, knew that their spirit would escape and ascend to milky river overhead, where they would float in the sparkling current forever.”
“The celestial curtain was torn apart; the nightly sky fell like a collapsed ceiling, crushing our ancestors.”
“When humans look up from their earthly hell at night, they face an ocean of blackness.”
“The dying sun hangs out in the sky like an aged streetlight.”
“Some nights, the glowing trails of meteor streaks cross-section a silent sky: reminders of the cosmic hazards that threaten us far above the corpses of ancient cities.”
“Our Earth, as it races unflinchingly toward her fate like a suicidal teen dashing across a highway, bathes in a major meteor stream twice a year, where millions of pieces of a long-fragmented comet, from glassy gravel to iron balls the size of football fields, plummet through the vacuum faster than a rifle bullet.”
“Now, where could they have hidden the stars without them cracking or shattering?”
“[…] that celestial eye and its ghostly glow hang out of frame. Its sclera has been corroded into dark cerulean patches, and bears star-shaped scars of ejecta from asteroidal impacts.”
“I wish that Jacqueline, Nairu and I could chase after the shimmering reflection of the moon like lunatic bats.”
“I peer into the black shroud up above us, that looks like the darkness floating inside a trash can full of rainwater.”
“I spot pinpricks of light, the last vestiges of a candle’s flame, glimmering at the fringes of my sight.”
“I focus long enough in the boundless darkness, allowing the stream of photons that traveled for millions of years to penetrate my pupils.”
“Arachne, Lady of the Abyss, Weaver of the Cosmic Web, She who spins the tapestry of time and space, She who trapped the galaxies in Her sticky filaments. She pulls out memories of a billion of our pasts and weaves them into strands around Her fingers. In the end, the cocoon formed out of our selves will serve as a nursery for Her hatching eggs.”
“Are those hands crawling up the outer edges of the world? Do they hunt with pincers, claws or talons?”
“I built towers that bristled with anti-tank weapons.”
“Soon enough my teeth will chatter, the chatter will become a moan, the moan will rise to a howl of despair, and the howl will echo over the frozen earth to the fathomless ocean of empty space, where the fringes of the expanding universe push against the invisible wall that separates us from the unknown.”
“I will hallucinate that I’m a deer running in circles on a desolate tundra, running and running until my hooves crumble into ice shards and the wind smears the last mist of my breath.”
“The centrifugal force of the Earth in its rotation has flung me out and I’m hurtling towards the black ocean above.”
“My mind was like a house whose every door had been slammed shut.”
“I imagined the mountains crumbling, the oceans flooding, the sky erupting in a fireball to vaporize everyone except the beasts.”
“My life back then was a grain of sand compared to the sediment on the seafloor.”
“Even kings and conquerors were icebergs compared to the glaciers beyond.”
“This world will freeze us, burn us, flood us, bury us, wipe us out.”
“Like soldiers in wartime, humans burrow in trenches to wait out the battle; we pretend that we’re safe while the cannons roar and the shells explode.”
“In this frozen darkness, two pockets of womb-like warmth remain where I can survive.”
“In an echo of the time when history began, in an age about to end, for now Jacqueline, Nairu and I lie nestled together at the center of our web, our own private constellation.”
“Let’s bathe in the cosmic ocean, let’s float in the currents of atoms and energy that flow through this universe.”
“I will take its waters in and quench my thirst.”

Better AI-generated images with upgraded service

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Determined to ruin the lives of visual artists everywhere, the service that I exploit to generate images has rolled out a new and beastly neural network that has been in the works for a long time. The results, inspired by characters from my ongoing novel We’re Fucked, are good. Check them out.

Here’s Jacqueline:

Below you can gaze upon a Paleolithic wonder:

This is Leire, the (let’s say) troubled protagonist of the tale:

Nice composition, but your arm is fucked, Leire!

How about some other stuff unrelated to my fictional tales?

Random AI-generated images #17

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I pay an undisclosed amount of money each month to a couple of neural networks, one of them trained on anime-like material, so they provide me with rendered images that make me go, “That’s some good shit,” which causes me to feel better for five seconds. It’s like an addiction. I need help.

I’ve posted thirty other entries that feature AI-generated images. Check them out.

Ground sloth sports cards
Anime AI kept giving me gorgeous ladies as I asked for more.

We’re Fucked, Pt. 78: AI-generated images

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Some neural networks excel at recognizing patterns in data, and as if that wasn’t enough, they can extrapolate those patterns into new data. In practice, the AIs involved in this entry study images (millions, perhaps billions of them) and produce new images based on the patterns they have recognized, patterns that you wouldn’t understand even if they explained them to you. Plenty of those images are masterful paintings and compositions far better than anything you will ever create with your mess of a human brain haphazardly cobbled together by evolution, that still believes you are fleeing from predators in a savannah. That’s just how it is. Learn to use AI-generated images as inspiration, because you’ll only rage against the machine in vain.

Anyway, if the measure of density of a chapter is how many images it manages to inspire, chapter 78 of my ongoing novel We’re Fucked is hella thicc. Some of the pictures look like anime because one of the neural networks studied anime-like stuff exclusively, plenty of it perverted.

You can check out all the entries I’ve posted with AI-generated images (twenty-nine so far) through this link.

“The breeze blows on the grass and weeds like a whistling ghost.”
“Its cold seeps under my corduroy jacket and leeches the warmth from my bones.”
Mommy
Anime mommy
“[…] her ivory-white face, that hovers above me like an earthly moon.”
“Her cobalt-blues, beneath which she conceals a thousand secret fountains and grottoes, are piercing deep into my psyche as if to flush my demons out of their hiding spots.”
“I’d love to stare up in silence at this divine being for the rest of my life; any words would mar the silence.”
“Humans have to acknowledge their mental states through verbal constructs on a regular basis, to distract themselves from the certainty of their impending doom.”
“A nice glow-in-the-dark shine.”
“This Paleolithic creature deserves a bit of paradise, with food to eat, a wide-open sky, trees for shade, and grass for chewing.”
“My mind gets inundated with images of that boreal forest from which I snatched our girl.”
“Nairu’s abandoned kin must have prayed to their gods and devils to be spared from the unspeakable apocalypse that befell them.”
“I wish I could leap forward another ten thousand years and disappear from this sickening age of mass destruction and despair.”
“As Jacqueline crouches, she smooths her plaid skirt over her thighs, then she lies down sideways beside me, resting her face on her palm.”
“The close-up of her regal visage in the dark makes me feel like a cat snuggled up by a radiator.”
“I take a whiff of her fragrance, a flower garden blooming with myriad blossoms.”
“Isn’t it nice to feel the grass beneath us and hear the sound of the wind in the trees?”
“She nuzzles my nose with hers.”
“I’ll have to avoid turning into the kind of mom that forgets her daughter’s name, locks her out in the freezing rain, keeps her chained in the cellar, or hands her over to a warlord.”
The Earth becomes a burnt cinder drifting in the void.
“the zest of a dog that comes across a mud puddle in a park and rushes to turn itself into a swamp monster.”
“The wind gusts a long-ass moan through the leafless tree branches as the night takes a chillier turn.”
“The three of us huddle together like house cats napping in a wrinkled blanket.”
“My limbs feel heavy and stiff, like sacks of sand strapped to my torso.”
“I close my eyes and unmoor my mind, which has grown fuzzy with drowsiness, so that it paints on the canvas of soft blackness whatever insane spectacle it pleases.”
“The first pinkish streaks of morning light stain an ethereal sky.”
“A yellow sun appears, spreading waves of liquid gold.”
“The sky cracks open as if a projectile punched through the stratosphere.”
An angel descended from heaven.
“The beast’s leathery snout gleams with its own sticky sap.”
“When the beast lets go of the paper, it unfolds itself with a dry crackling sound and takes off like a sparrow that had gotten captured and imprisoned in a birdcage.”
“The decrepit paper flutters towards me.”
“The paper’s edges are browned and torn, and its coarse surface is sullied with bloody fingerprints, but it contains spidery handwriting in fading red ink and an archaic script.”
“My name is Dialectos, which in your language means ‘tongue.'”
“My soul is sustained by the constant stream of dark matter that suffuses every atom of the universe.”
“I enclose in my wings a tiny sliver of the blackest metal, found at the center of your Milky Way galaxy, where countless stars spin like pinwheels of fire.”
“In the realm of the unseen, you humans and other beasts are like flies upon a wall.”
“Leire, your ancestors’ bloodlines can be traced to the sphinxes that used to roam your continent like sentient wildcats.”
“[…] you kidnapped her, upending her life forever, to bring her past the barrier of the Younger Dryas apocalypse into a world of steel-boned cities.”
“A world of steel-boned cities, lightbulbs, telephones, radios, televisions, submarines, airplanes, rockets, computers, guns and atomic bombs.”
“You have violated the sanctity of time and space.”
The riverlike course of fate.
“I promise to reward you with a salary of dark matter.”
“Under your care, if the child grows into a lovely woman, your name will be inscribed in the Hall of Ancestors at her place of birth.”
The fiend that haunts the nightmares of children.
“I will cast you back in time, into a frozen cave where you’ll meet a future self.”
“That I promise and swear on the ancient blood that coats every blade of grass.”
“The paper curls itself into a bowtie, then flies away towards the dawn’s light.”
“I smile to the darkness of my mind.”
“I imagine my heart hardening to the extent that a thousand years of suffering couldn’t crack it.”
“I want to slice my head off with a kitchen knife, then hold the decapitated head in the sky so that my eyeballs and mouth, dripping red-and-green goo down on humankind’s face, could scream one thing to everyone, even those who loathe me: ‘I love you.'”

Random AI-generated images #16

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Two neural networks, one of them trained on anime-like images, work tirelessly to spread their madness to the ends of the earth. This is the latest batch of about a hundred of such AI-generated pictures.

You can check out so far twenty-eight other entries featuring generated images through this link.

Sunglasses mafia
Nietzsche
The cooler Nietzsche
Horrifying anime-like depictions of Nietzsche
Eren Yeager cosplaying as Nietzsche
Erwin danchou
A lion’s heart
Shinzou wo sasageyo