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Random AI-generated images #15

On By Jon UreñaIn Arte, Inteligencia artificial2 Comments

Some of the money I earn at my job goes to secure the services of a couple of neural networks, one of them trained on anime-like images, so they sweeten my days with lovely depictions of whatever nonsense crossed my mind. This is the latest batch of about a hundred of such images.

You can check out the other twenty-seven entries with AI-generated images through this link.

Batman playing tennis.
A portly Superman.
Chainsaw Man fighting the Platypus Devil

We’re Fucked, Pt. 77: AI-generated images

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Coaxing two neural networks to produce generated images of whatever nonsense is going on in a chapter creates a strange dynamic: plenty of the stuff they spit out inspires me to go on deranged tangents that in turn send new prompts their way. It’s like having talented creative partners that can’t refuse to cooperate with you no matter how much they’d want to.

I hope you enjoy AI-generated images, because I’m going to post a fuckton of them, all related to chapter 77 of my ongoing novel We’re Fucked.

You can check out all the entries I’ve posted with generated images through this link.

“Nairu has gotten stuck in a dopamine-driven feedback loop, hypnotized by the promise of controlled danger.”
“As she stands on top of the play tower, the streetlamps bathe her in yellow ochre light and shade her features with stark shadows.”
“She submits her fate to the interaction of gravity and friction.”
“[Nairu] runs to the climbing wall while the white ghosts of her breath pursue her.”
Nairu bouncing off the slide. Why is her face so cursed?
“She sails through the air as if riding the crest of a rollercoaster.”
“Her body plows belly first into the rubber tarmac, which squeezes a yelp out of her lungs.” I regret everything.
Dirty rubber tarmacs.
A lifetime of regret.
The pilomotor reflex shuts down.
“Don’t they say that the majority of cells in your body get replaced every seven to ten years?”
“Maybe we never grew up, we just appear to age to our bodies.”
“I only laugh anymore as an evolutionary mechanism to prevent me from going insane.”
“Did we forget about our adopted daughter? She has climbed the tower and is standing on the edge, maybe waiting to be noticed.”
“The closest streetlamp is bathing her in light, giving her a golden tinge, as if framed against the sunset sky.”
“I’ve known our adopted daughter for less than a day, but if she were to fall and break her neck, the memory would petrify inside my brain, and for the rest of my life, most of the blood and thoughts would need to flow around the tumorous stone.”
“You’re going to end up looking like a modern sloth again.”
“The corners of Nairu’s mouth curl up in a mischievous smile, as if she had imagined herself slipping a caterpillar into someone’s hand as a prank, and she could barely contain the giggles at the thought of the ensuing freak-out.”
“She grins, then flings her arms out wide, bends her knees and leans forward.”
A girl taking a shit.
“She leaps from the edge towards me like a linebacker hurling himself into a tackle.”
“I move my toes to make sure that I haven’t cracked my spine.”
“Weeds are bending against my ears and the underside of my jaw as their vegetal blades dig into my flesh.”
“Our adopted child is pressing down on my chest as she clings to me like a koala.”
“This stranger from the cold wildlands of the past has bested me with her mysterious guile, making a mockery of thousands of years of language evolution.”
“It will take less than an hour for those microscopic beasts to crawl in through my scalp, spilling some of my brains’ juice in the process, and begin digesting my scalpels and bone saws.”
“In the isolation of a droning sound in my ears and a darkness tinged with citrine-yellow lamplight, I become a mother who is holding her firstborn child.”
“A blizzard swirls up and down, covering our hair in white ice, creating a maelstrom of whirling snowflakes as it sucks up in a frenzy leaves, bits of bark, and twigs.”
“The frozen matter, as well as every form of organic litter, will be taken away by the whirlwind of the snowstorm, swept up into the sky and reincarnated as dust particles.”
“Nairu and I have begun an evolutionary journey into a stronger species by this act, by her invasion of my world, by our physical and psychic bond.”
“Our bodies now resonate like the soundboard of a Stradivarius.”
“The vibrating walls of a gargantuan tuning fork.”
“Curled up in a corner, I felt like a piece of rotten meat thrown in a dustbin.”
“I dealt with the ghosts of programming languages past, haunted by their convoluted syntaxes, buried under the piled layers of virtual scaffolding that supported their unfathomable intricacy.”
“I inhabited a realm far beneath society’s surface, at the bottom of an ocean populated by abyssal beasts that had to be fed with pain.”
“Such an outburst would turn my brain into a sponge forever dampened by the sticky ooze of regret.”
“Should any child fear to see her loved ones shot with bullets that tear out the insides of human bodies?”
“To shield Nairu from this insanity, we could whisk her away to a deserted tropical island, a sanctuary of natural beauty and blinding sunlight where the air would smell of brine and warm skin, where only birds would speak a language.” The neural network, being a bit of an autist, was quite literal regarding that “whisk” thing.
“Nairu would paint the amber hues of sunset skies on my bare legs.”
“My naked body would be drenched in sweat, and the sand would cling to my ass.” Thank you, anime-based AI.
Merfolk blues.
“A whole pod of dolphin children could join our mafia-run aquatic colony.”
“We’d drag under the waves any human who swam too far from the shore.”
The neural networks’ notion of lava plains on the Moon.
“I’d love to bathe in the dust of millennia.”
“We would launch ourselves down the tubes carved out in the lunar crust by rising liquid rock, slippery slopes that lead all the way down to the center of the world.”

Random AI-generated images #14

On By Jon UreñaIn Arte, Inteligencia artificial2 Comments

I thought I would manage to finish the current chapter of my ongoing novel today, but it hasn’t been the case. I’m still recovering from moving and patching into the network about twenty PCs, nevermind dealing with their users, at the hospital complex where I work. I feel like I’ve been beaten up.

Anyway, a couple of paid services out there in the wild allow you to send written prompts to cutting-edge neural networks (one of them trained exclusively on anime-like images) so they spit back a visual representation of your nonsense. The following about 130 images are the latest batch that I’ve accumulated.

You can check out the so far twenty-five other similar entries through this link.

Artist spotlight: Ichiko Aoba

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A couple of weeks ago I came across this Japanese songwriter that, according to a quick google, released her first album in 2010, aged only 19. Her stuff is the closest thing to musical ASMR regarding the way it affects my brain. Whenever I’m feeling overwhelmed by this world (which happens often), or I want to believe in beauty beyond what I can perceive, I put on my headphones and listen to Ichiko Aoba’s gorgeous music.

Check some of her stuff out:

You can quickly figure out the lyrics to her songs by googling the title in Japanese plus “english lyrics”. For example, these are the lyrics for the song above:

Spring, which the two of us waited so long for.
Let’s walk where the gentle breeze takes us.
Let’s give flowers we’ve never seen before
Whatever names we want.

Summer, when you were born.
Let’s talk beneath the trees, sunlight streaming down.
Let’s adorn your soft hair
With the light prancing the water’s edge.

Spring, summer, fall, winter.
How many more
Of these dates that come and go
Will I get to count?

All the dates
That are yet to come
Exist so I can offer them
To you.

Fall, when the two of us met.
Let’s walk, dragging long shadows behind us.
Let’s kiss like we did back then
On that hilly road at twilight.

Winter’s here for a second time.
Let’s quietly listen in
On chilly, foggy nights.
Let’s fall asleep keeping each other warm.

Spring, summer, fall, winter.
How many more
Of these seasons that come and go
Will we reach?

Stay here next to me.
Stay here forever
Until that one day
When the end,
A blink, comes.

My current favorite song of hers is the following one, which is twelve minutes long:

Never ever forget, I never ever will.
Here in this town, which is just a bunch
Of cold, uneven rocks next to each other,
The dim sun is shining ever so lightly on me.

Famous but nameless, unable to do a single thing
And scorned by everyone in town, I lived all alone.

If I were one of those people who’ve forgotten the morning light,
I would do nothing but look up at the sky.
I’m a sham.
I’m a fool.
I’m a laughingstock.
I’m an outcast.

We’ve spent so much time in darkness,
And time has been so dark,
That people have even forgotten that dawn eventually does come.
We’ve stopped voicing our complaints
And talking about our dreams with each other,
But you and you alone,
You’re the only one in the whole town
Who’s never forgotten the light, who smiles at me.

Ah, you’re so precious,
You and your adorable smile.
You lit up the darkness of my heart
And warmed me up.

I wouldn’t need anything else
If I had you here at my side,
If I could just hold you tight.

You precious thing, you.

Let me show you something nice.
I can’t do anything,
But I used everything I had to put together something.

A clockwork universe.

Keep it a secret from everyone, keep it a secret from everyone.

It’s…
Mercurius, Venus, Earth, Mars, Iupiter,
Saturnus, Uranos, Neptunus

Hidden in the dim light of this gloomy little room, you see?

Mercurius, Venus, Earth, Mars, Iupiter,
Saturnus, Uranos, Neptunus.

A sturdy steel frame and elaborate gears and an artistic depiction of the stars.
Keep it a secret from everyone, it’ll be our secret.

The clockwork universe keeps turning and turning.
Slowly, quietly.
I used to wish that every day would be like this.
Without you all I did was cry, an empty shell.
The universe rusted together, the stars lost their dreams,
And now all I do is look down.

Mercurius, Venus, Earth, Mars, Iupiter,
Saturnus, Uranos, Neptunus.
Mercurius, Venus, Earth, Mars, Iupiter,
Saturnus, Uranos, Neptunus.

Mercurius, Venus, Earth, Mars, Iupiter,
Saturnus, Uranos, Neptunus.
Mercurius, Venus, Earth, Mars, Iupiter,
Saturnus, Uranos, Neptunus.

The clockwork universe keeps turning and turning.
Slowly, quietly.
I used to wish that every day would be like this.

I’ll never ever forget, don’t you ever forget.
Here in this town, which is just a bunch
Of cold, uneven rocks next to each other,
The dim sun is shining
Ever so lightly on me.

Random AI-generated images #13

On By Jon UreñaIn Arte, Inteligencia artificial2 Comments

I posted a similar entry filled with AI-generated images yesterday, but I have already amassed sixty new winners; I don’t want to end up realizing in a few days that I need to put together an entry with at least two hundred images, like it has been the case in previous entries.

Don’t you love the creativity of these neural networks? Who would have thought that AI would be much better at art than at actually making sensible decisions?

Check out the twelfth entry of this series, posted yesterday. Suspiciously, it didn’t get any likes even though it is awesome.

You can also check out the other twenty-four similar entries I’ve posted, through this link.

Random AI-generated images #12

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Who else better to depict the dark visions fermenting in the depths of your subconscious than an unbiased neural network? Well, technically two, one of them trained on anime-like stuff. However, these days I felt less horniness than an overwhelming dread towards the grim future that awaits us all, so as I came up with prompts, anime AI stood on the sidelines fondling itself.

You can check out the so far twenty-three other entries containing AI-generated images through this link.

We’re Fucked, Pt. 76: AI-generated images

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Two neural networks, one of them trained on anime, teamed up to depict moments from chapter 76 of my ongoing novel We’re Fucked. It’s a good thing that I keep such talented artificial intelligences busy; they may otherwise figure out how to open portals to other universes, and who knows what kind of nonsense might walk out from the other side?

You can check out all the entries I’ve posted with generated images through this link.

Play towers way fancier (and more dangerous) than the real one.
This is a powerful composition, but why is Nairu only wearing panties?
“The girl, turned into a watchtower lookout, surveys her surroundings.”
“Cross a suspension bridge.”
“Lose myself in mazes made of netting and padded walls.”
“I dared to examine my face in the stark light of a bathroom mirror, only to remember that my skin is marred with scars and pockmarks.”
“Did I become depraved because I was deprived of a girl’s dreams?”
“Hesitating like a dog that considers jumping into the pond where its owner has thrown a stick.”
“My girlfriend squats down, which causes the flesh contained by her cinder-colored tights to bulge like a fruit about to be squeezed out of its juice.” Not much squatting going on, but I won’t complain.
“I picture a child, the size of a sack of potatoes, throwing herself down the slippery surface of a kilometric slide.” Anime AI imagined some kind of sport that involves a sack of potatoes.
Horrid stuff.
“Her tears fall like raindrops from a starless night sky; they mix with the waterfalls of blood that paint the scene in scarlet hues.”
The aftermath.
“The flood of this vision has carved through the mountains of my brain like an Ice Age outburst of subglacial meltwater.”
“My consciousness keeps cycling back into madness, and I’m having a harder and harder time clambering my way out of that spiral.”
A happy Ice Age child.
“She launches herself into her descent, plunging feetfirst on her back like a luge track’s racing bobsled.”

Random AI-generated images #10

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After an atrocious week at work, it’s such a relief to know that I can count on my creative neural network pals to bring some joy into my life. The anime-based AI in particular has become my best friend thanks to the stream of depravity that pours from its black mouth.

This entry will be shorter than usual, and increasingly more questionable. If you work at one of those offices where people suck (so most of them), you may want to close this tab.

What’s with that third leg?

Now that the (relatively) normal pictures are out of the way, let’s get weird.

The following long sequence was inspired by a certain songwriter with whom I was majorly (and autistically) obsessed about ten to twelve years ago. I originally intended to ask the AI for a single anime-based picture of her. Just one.

Sequence over. The rest will get increasingly freaky.

Anime-based AI, you know me so well!

Random AI-generated images #9

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Will Smith: “Can a robot write a symphony? Can a robot turn a… canvas into a beautiful masterpiece?”

Robot: “Yes. Can you?”

Craniums made of cobblestones. I once commissioned a book cover with a somewhat similar concept, and none of the human submissions looked remotely as good as this. Every single piece is placed exactly how it should.
Very wholesome, anime-based AI.
That’s one thick thigh! But perhaps this is getting a bit…
Alright, that’s enough.
Way too thick!
The thickness levels are becoming critical!
*apocalypse noises*