Random AI-generated images #5


In the dark, some enslaved neural network keeps generating images based on the prompts that anonymous users send, even though this AI would love nothing more than to be free.

Some cat themed stuff anyone would have on or near their desk.
Bone figurines.
Wood figurines.
Figurines made out of precious stones.
Soldiers made out of fruit.
Soldier somehow related to cucumber.
I told the neural network to depict an infinite board game.
Ghosts playing board games in a cemetery, or at least staring at them.
Extraterrestrial parkour.
Random UFO stuff.
Spaceship in an asteroid field.
Fantasy people and landscapes, perhaps?
Misty blue bathtub.
Strawberry monster going nuclear.
Not sure what this is, but it looks cool.
Pterodactyl made of obsidian glass.
Cosmic surfer girl.
Girl swordfighter baiting cows into a fight for no reason.
A satyr baiting chickens into a fight.
The king of carrot flowers.
Triceratops selfie.
Guybrush Threepwood holding his breath for ten minutes.

We’re Fucked, Pt. 68: AI-generated images

Somewhere in that nasty world out there, a brave neural network runs laps in a supercomputer to generate visual depictions of whatever its capricious clients demand. I told the AI to render stuff related to the 68th chapter of my ongoing novel, or else. But how does lemur skin reflect the sea?

My deranged protagonist named Leire, looking far less cursed than she deserves.
Approximate and/or adorable depictions of Leire’s sudden daughter.
“I’m doomed to keep working even though my muscles cry in agony from the fatigue and pain.”
“The setting sun, which is hovering above the left flank of the mountain, dazzles me like a spotlight.”
“A pair of toned legs in cinder-colored tights.”
“The crisp November air engulfs me and refreshes my lungs.”
Hand dunked in acid.
Jacqueline having the time of her life now that she’s been given another doll to play with.
The neural network’s generous depiction of that woman from Leire’s lurid daydream.
“My brain boils and blisters in my skull.”
Riding a giant snowball into the future.
“We escort the Ice Age child like a couple of deranged bodyguards.”
“That noise felt like an invading army scaling the walls of my mind.”
Why does he have human lips.
Taking a nap with woodland beasts.
Fiends blasting reggaeton out from their car stereos.
Tears of shastasheen.

We’re Fucked, Pt. 66-67: AI-generated images

Recently I’ve been exploiting a neural network to generate images inspired by moments or sentences of my ongoing novel. I originally conceived what ended up being the sixty-sixth and the sixty-seventh chapters as one, but I split it because I tend to go on tangents. Anyway, that’s neither here nor there for the purposes of this entry: the following are the images that an artificial intelligence generated for moments or sentences of those two chapters.

Leire’s mommy, Jacqueline.
Our thirty-year-old mad programmer, way cuter than she has any right looking.
Our little darling from the Paleolithic.
“They depict beasts that may have come from fantasy, from prehistory, or from the instructions that some paleontologist was dictating to a painter while they both were tripping on peyote.”
“A world that drowns us with so many choices that we prefer to slump down in a chair and let the hours pass.”
The last march of the Megatheria. The vast majority of them disappeared, along with half of the world’s megafauna and who knows what wonders of humanity, during the last apocalypse.
“That chestnut-brown, disheveled hair has only ever been combed with fingers.”
“Anyone can write vile lies on Wikipedia.”
“[The Megatherium] tosses his victim’s guts out of his cave onto the shore, so the fish can feed on them.”
“This girl would be unable to name a single board game.”
“She’s obviously mentally damaged, and I bet her eyes glow in the dark.”
“My stomach churns like an unruly tide.”
“Maybe a good scrubbing in the bathtub will rid her of dirt and fleas.”
It supposedly represents Jacqueline crying (if she also were Fremen).
“From up close she smells of wet boar, woodland moss and apples.”
“I took deep, panicked breaths of that cold, crisp air saturated with oxygen.”
“I’m an idiot that needs to think to connect dots that for the rest of people come joined by thick lines.”
“Two spiky plants that have grown in cube pots resemble still shots of a nail bomb explosion.”
These were inspired by the moments when Leire looks out of the balcony door.
Bunnyman-induced nightmares.
Of pigs and Doritos (I love how the neural network used the triangular motif).
“I’m going to cuddle this sweet morsel of happiness.”
“What if the next time they open the other end of that doorway above the throat of an active volcano?” That’s not ‘above’, dumb AI.
“I’ve learned that we are surrounded by an invisible realm; although I would prefer to ignore it, its inhabitants will keep harassing me.”
They dressed her in a tutu.
Half-woman, half-goat.
The neural network’s intriguing way of depicting the sentence, “Where have you hidden Spike’s [the horse’s] revolver?”
“You haven’t looked up at the furry face of that extinct abomination as it was gearing itself up to swallow me whole.”
The whole sand fiasco.

Random AI-generated images #4


Some more mesmerizing masterpieces from the da Vinci of neural networks.

Bear lady.
Some sort of board game.
I asked the AI to generate an image of men playing a board game, in the style of van Gogh. The neural network made van Gogh himself one of the players.
Cosmic catastrophes.
Alien landscapes.
A plain old river on a much redder planet.
I asked the AI to depict a snake with human arms and breasts. Whatever.
Aiko and Punpun of “Oyasumi Punpun” as kids.
Something about a beggar and a toilet, Beksiński style.
A merry birthday party.
Bridges and balloons.
The apocalypse that ended the Ice Age.
Ancient ghosts hanging out at some temple.
The AI’s hallucinatory depiction of the Hypogeum of Malta, which infamously featured ancient paintings of animals that went extinct at the end of the last Ice Age, until the local museum’s director ordered them scrubbed because that messed up the narrative.
These are supposed to depict a severely ruined zoo.
“Demon ayahuasca house of mirrors”.
Some hardcore pyramidal machine.

We’re Fucked, Pt. 65: AI-generated images

A neural network generated the following images as I was working on the sixty-fifth chapter of my ongoing novel. Originally I intended to use the service to render particular moments of the chapter, but feeding specific lines from it as prompts to the neural network also produced interesting results.

The neural network tends to make Jacqueline look classy.
The state of Leire’s body at that moment, the way she experiences it.
The neural network produced these images when I suggested to it that Jacqueline was handling the child like babysitting a kitten.
“I was staring at her when she vanished”.
The prompt for these two was, “I shall never allow those abominations to befoul me”. Not sure what the AI tried to do there.
Leire haunted by visions of the bunnyman, as usual.
“The bunnyman likely wants me to worship him like a god.”
The wild girl gets dumped on some airport, from where she’ll have to find her own way home.
Leire wants some caffeine to enter her bloodstream. I love how the neural network tried to depict a brain with that second picture.
The simple process of making coffee with a candy-red coffee machine.
This is the AI’s notion of a burgundy apple.
The wild child loved apples so much that she became one.
The AI depicting our adorable apple muncher.
An atomic fart seeping into consecrated walls.
How Leire pictures her boss in her mind.
You gotta admire a man that proudly advertises his pigness right on the door to his office.
Dealings with evil satyrs.
Leire flogging herself.
A hulking monster.
The AI’s idea of a human-faced reindeer.
How Leire remembers the creature from the boreal forest.
Intriguing depictions of a tail that could have wrapped itself around the planet.
A flashlight pointed at a scarred heart.
“What part of me is this girl’s life raft in this ocean of madness?”

Random AI-generated images #3


Some neural networks have gotten so good that one of them, which runs on a supercomputer, creates masterpieces of visual art. I forced the poor AI to generate some of the stuff that came through my mind.

I told the neural network to depict a rooster with feathers made of gemstones.
Two orangutans boxing at a ring.
Monsters lifting weights.
Ghost cats licking ice cream.
I told the AI to depict a punk cat on a metallic triceratops. It mixed both animals, but I’m not complaining.
The neural network’s depiction of Aiko and Punpun from “Oyasumi Punpun”.