Tag: neural networks

We’re Fucked, Pt. 93: AI-generated images

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I’m over AI-generated images that don’t involve erotica, but I forgot to cancel my Midjourney subscription, so I may as well use it. Further down below, I’ve included plenty of fresh, NSFW depictions of Leire’s regal mommy for those of us who love such sights.

Anyway, the following images are related to chapter 93 of my ongoing, and seemingly endless novel We’re Fucked.

I have posted many other entries with generated images. Check them out.

“You have the emotional capacity of an iguana.” I don’t know, that looks to me like a very emotionally capable iguana.
“Some accident of birth, in combination with growing up among aliens who lacked an understanding of love, has crippled my ability to connect with human beings.”
“One morning, as I was sobbing in the bathroom, Jacqueline came in and wrapped me in her arms, breaking down the megalithic wall of anger and frustration around my heart, sheltering me from my icy despair.”
“Those gaudy colors that we love are all too soon reduced to dust.”
“This gelatinous mound of blackness, that must be rotting from within, examines me through dozens of eyeballs.” Thank you upgraded Midjourney for making these depictions exceedingly horrifying.
“I may sense my regal girlfriend distancing herself from me as if my babbling were a contagious disease.”
“It’s way too late to stop the rot, buddy.” Bot boy?
“You only became an unholy abomination.” JOLY UTIOIMOIAMOLINMY.

Now, let’s get to what you all came for (certainly what I came for): unfortunately censored depictions of Jacqueline naked!

That is one healthy woman.

As we know, AI can get confused regarding human anatomy. The following images involve such errors, but they were otherwise good enough to include.

Sweet dreams.

We’re Fucked, Pt. 93: AI-generated audiochapter

On By Jon UreñaIn Arte, Escritura, Inteligencia artificial1 Comment

One of the few things that manage to cheer me up these days is listening to professional-tier AI-generated voices acting out one of my little scenes. Thank you Eleven Labs for your unholy magic. Check out the audiochapter I produced for chapter 93 of my ongoing novel We’re Fucked:

Cast

  • Leire: Vex, some sassy thief who offers you jobs down at the Ragged Flagon in Riften
  • Blob: a bunch of scaly dudes from back in Oblivion

I have produced audiochapters for this entire sequence so far. A total of an hour, six minutes and seventeen seconds so far of delightful audio. Check it out.

AI depictions of Jacqueline from We’re Fucked

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Writing chapter 92 of my ongoing novel We’re Fucked made me horny, so I exploited a few AI models that are trained on NSFW stuff to generate images of Leire’s glorious mommy. Unfortunately I doubt I can depict nipples on this platform, let alone vaginas; normies get retarded with such stuff. And although I’ve grown a bit tired of AI images (I’ve moved on to AI audio), there’s always room for erotica.

Lovely women, but Jacqueline isn’t Asian nor Asian-ish.

Some lovely hentai ones:

Back to supposedly real women.

Yum yum.

We’re Fucked, Pt. 92: AI-generated audiochapter

On By Jon UreñaIn Arte, Escritura, Inteligencia artificial1 Comment

Are you into AI-generated voices, as well as into my ongoing novel We’re Fucked? That’s one niche demographic! In that case, you may be interested in the following audio file, because Eleven Labs voices act out chapter 92 of my story.

Cast

  • Leire: Vex, hard-ass infiltrator from the Thieves’ Guild in Riften
  • Blob: best Argonians, those from Oblivion times
  • Jacqueline: Triss Merigold from The Witcher 3

I browsed around the voice lines of a few games, but I couldn’t find any female voice that sounded a bit more mature, let alone with a slight French accent. But I think that the lovely voice of Triss works well for her.

I have produced audiochapters for this entire sequence so far. A total of fifty-nine minutes and nine seconds of delightful audio. Check it out.

We’re Fucked, Pt. 91: AI-generated audiochapter

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Thanks to the revolutionary new AI from Eleven Labs, fake voice actors acted out convincingly chapter 91 of my ongoing novel We’re Fucked. Check it out:

Cast

  • Leire: Vex, some blonde thief who gives you tasks for the Thieves’ Guild
  • Blob: legendary Argonians from Oblivion

I have produced audiochapters for this entire sequence so far. A total of forty-seven minutes and one second of delightful audio. Check it out.

New page to track audiochapters

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Hey, whoever you are! Do you enjoy AI-generated voices as much as I do? I doubt it, because only one of my readers has told me that she’s into this crap. In any case, I’ll continue to produce audiochapters for the foreseeable future, so I needed a dedicated page to track them. You can find that page as “AI audio” in the menu, or through this link.

So far I have produced a total of thirty-eight minutes and ten seconds of voiced text from my ongoing novel We’re Fucked, which I love but keeps hemorrhaging readers. If you have listened to any of these audiochapters before and you have enjoyed them, you may want to listen to them again, as I have polished most of them, and exchanged a few clips.

We’re Fucked, Pt. 87: AI-generated audiochapter

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Thanks to the revolutionary new AI from Eleven Labs, fake voice actors acted out convincingly chapter 87 of my ongoing novel We’re Fucked. Check it out:

Cast

  • Leire: Vex, hardass thief that hangs out in the sewers of Riften
  • Blob: Oblivion Argonians

I posted this chapter on the 8th of February, but it was the one that remained to cover, as I intended to produce audiochapters for this entire sequence.

We’re Fucked, Pt. 86: AI-generated audiochapter

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Thanks to the revolutionary new AI from Eleven Labs, fake voice actors acted out convincingly chapter 86 of my ongoing novel We’re Fucked. Check it out:

Cast

  • Leire: Vex, blonde thief woman who hangs out at the Ragged Flagon
  • Blob: a mix of Argonians from Oblivion

I posted this chapter on the 3rd of February, but that was the one that kicked off the current sequence, titled “A Monstrous Ignoramus,” and now that I’ve become somewhat obsessed with these AI voices, I figured that I may as well create the audiobook for every chapter in this sequence, and onwards until the law likely shuts the service down.

I had forgotten how unhinged, even psychotic, Leire sounded at the beginning of this sequence, but then again she’s going through a nightmare. I tried to make her sound extra anxious, to the extent that I created a new voice type just from clips where Vex sounded stressed. As usual, though, I can’t make this AI pronounce Leire’s name properly.

Tomorrow I’ll try to produce and post the audiochapter for the 87th, and also create some small page to track these audiochapters better.

We’re Fucked, Pt. 90: AI-generated audiochapter

On By Jon UreñaIn Arte, Escritura, Inteligencia artificial1 Comment

Thanks to the revolutionary new AI from Eleven Labs, fake voice actors acted out convincingly chapter 90 of my ongoing novel We’re Fucked. Check it out:

Cast

  • Leire: Vex, veteran infiltrator from the Thieves’ Guild in Riften
  • Blob: some Argonian

Doesn’t that sound nuts? I can’t train the neural network to properly pronounce Leire’s name, so just pretend that they did.

We’re Fucked, Pt. 89: AI-generated images

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Who would have thought that the idiotic interactions between a deranged human and a cranky interdimensional blob would become the inspiration for such AI-generated beauty?

The following images are related to chapter 89 of my ongoing novel We’re Fucked.

I have posted many other entries with generated images. Check them out.

“Why are you making me waste precious time with your toxic oratory?”
“Am I facing the squid-god Proteus?”
“I picture myself taking a shortcut at midnight through a grimy alley, that stinks of dog shit, urine, cigarette smoke, stale booze, and dime-store perfume.”
“A rat scampers along a clogged storm drain.”
“Some vermin is scrabbling in a trash can.”
“Shards of broken glass glitter like slivers of moonstone.”
“An orange-sized, black glob of snot drops in front of me and splatters on the piss-glazed cobblestones.”
“Dozens of bulging eyeballs are observing me, glued to a gargantuan garland of slimy tar suspended between the graffitied brick walls, like a forgotten ornament for some holiday that honors a god of putrefaction and deformity.” No garland, and mostly just graffiti.
“Look, if you had checked the yearbooks in your high school’s library, you would have realized that I was in middle school when blob-people made their debut.”
“The blob gurgles like a busted-up washing machine.”
“I want to gouge that eye out, then unhinge my jaw wide enough to cram the orb in my mouth.”
“The eye would slime my lips and ooze onto my tongue.”
“I would sink my teeth into its fibrous sclera as if into a jawbreaker, and the released vitreous humor would shoot through my nose.”
“What an unhygienic lot!”
“To whatever extent a name becomes the verbal attempt at manifesting one’s destiny, weren’t my parents setting me up for mediocrity by giving me a commonplace moniker instead of, say, Flower-Duster, or Unsliced Saliva’s Fondness for Fishbones?” Beautiful depictions of an idiotic sentence.
“A creative forest fae came up with it, maybe because she understood I had a penchant for being an untamed bohemian.”
“Who would want to associate with a cacodemon who came all over the pancakes they cooked for breakfast?”
“Interdimensional tapioca pudding.”
“I’m a helium balloon soaring above the mountains.”
“Any gal nearby would come crawling across the woods with her hair matted in clumps and her tongue out like a begging puppy.”
“What a life of luxury they were blessed with by mommy Earth!”
“The blob rolls his dozens of eyeballs so far back that they sink into the squirming goo, spin, then spring to the surface again.”
“Is the mere existence of logic and evidence so unbearable to your warped little soul?”
“As the ghastly racket resounds, the mound of sludge shakes and ripples like the belly of an obese man who has gorged himself on a vatful of lard.”
“With each gargle and snort, the squelchy mass threatens to eject several gallons of its rotten innards into space.”