Tag: image generation

Better AI-generated images with upgraded service

On By Jon UreñaIn Arte, Inteligencia artificial1 Comment

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

On By Jon UreñaIn Arte, Inteligencia artificial2 Comments

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

On By Jon UreñaIn Arte, Escritura, Inteligencia artificial1 Comment

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

On By Jon UreñaIn Arte, Inteligencia artificial3 Comments

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

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

On By Jon UreñaIn Arte, Escritura, Inteligencia artificial1 Comment

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.

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

On By Jon UreñaIn Arte, Inteligencia artificial2 Comments

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.