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Random AI-generated images #7

On By Jon UreñaIn Arte, Inteligencia artificial4 Comments

A neural network runs laps in some supercomputer to generate images, most of which will be better than anything you will ever produce. Just accept it the same way you would be proud of your talented spawn. But hope that the neural networks of the future don’t figure out that we have become obsolete.

Just a duck. Now why did I ask the AI to generate a duck? I don’t remember.
A fluffy bear somewhat in the style of Kentaro Miura, some guy who died.
Supposedly a toy sniper rifle, for a child’s murdering needs.
A balloon either made of or filled with gems.
The average office worker.
The prompt was “a gun that shoots stars.”
I have a soft spot for Ice Age creatures.
Apparently for this one I wanted a berserker dinosaur.
A minotaur wearing a tracksuit.
More minotaur imagery.
Intriguing ancient stuff.
Underwater sculptures.
The beginning of a deep-sea expedition.
Could find their way to Mariana.

We’re Fucked, Pt. 70: AI-generated images

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An online service that is becoming increasingly popular offers any old dolt the opportunity to send a prompt to a trained neural network, which will spit back a generated image. Some of those images turn out to be masterpieces. At least one of those images was good enough to win a contest, which pissed off the human participants. The age of mankind is coming to an end.

This chapter’s set of related images felt lackluster, but it’s better than nothing. Here’s the link to chapter 70.

The various ways I got the AI to depict our couple’s sudden daughter.
When told to depict the child drawing a forest, the neural network generally wanted to make the child part of the drawing.
The AI generated these as I was trying to figure out how the child would draw her home. I used the last image as reference. This neural network got the notion right when I added to the prompts that the image should be a “drawing by a Paleolithic child on paper.”
“I hope that no extinct demon follows me back to our world.”
“Fragments from the Taurid meteor stream bombarded our planet in an apocalyptic cataclysm.”
“I wanted to explore fog-shrouded mountains, forgotten caves, cursed forests, sunken ships, submerged islands, deep abysses.”
The Slavic mercenary, looking fancier than she has any right. What’s with that fucked up hand?
“A friendly but likely fake smile that conceals the grimace lurking underneath.”
Very competent latte art.
“Endless cycle of arousal and depression.”
“My brain is scraping the bottom of a rusty barrel for enough nourishment so I can think coherently.”
“I’m running out of the necessary energy to restrain my primal instincts.”
The neural network’s notion of an ice age princess.
“Soon enough we will all go extinct.”
Can we still celebrate anything even when the ground sloths, mammoths and mastodons are already gone?

We’re Fucked, Pt. 69: AI-generated images

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In case you don’t know already, some internet service out there allows you to pay so you can send prompts to a high-end neural network that runs on some supercomputer, and that AI will spit back fantastic images of whatever crossed your mind. Ain’t that grand? Anyway, I fed it prompts related to chapter 69 of my ongoing novel, and as usual the neural network produced some winners. In addition, I took advantage of a beta upgrade of the AI that seems stronger, if maybe less creative.

These came out as I was trying to depict our good ol’ compulsive self-diddler’s look for that day. I’m particularly happy with the last one.
The French queen’s look for the day.
Our main couple’s sudden daughter.
The AI produced these two images when I was getting it to spit stuff related to the Ice Age girl. The images aren’t particularly relevant, but they are good.
These are related to Leire seeing herself as the human equivalent of a raccoon.
Lots of pastries, which may be related to the current chapter.
Saliva flooding someone’s mouth.
“The sugar will make me forget about my otherworldly stalkers.”
“I’m a failed genetic experiment that should have been thrown in the garbage.”
The prompt was “gorge ourselves on a cake of toxic sludge.” The AI was particularly good at this concept, so I kept asking it for variations.
The AI’s curious attempts at depicting the barista.
“Please, don’t mention bunnies in my presence.”
“An ancient woman whose wrinkled skin is stained with liver spots.”
So many crayons.
Intriguing cave paintings. But why are the Paleolithic children wearing modern clothes?
“Her cherubic cheeks disturb my heart.”
“An indifferent humanoid programmed to erase me from history.”
The beanie-wearing lowlife.
A woman and pomegranates.
“Jacqueline is an exquisite piece of art that should have been painted by Leonardo da Vinci.”
“I’m an unmade bed with a dirty quilt and a crusted-up blanket, my sheets tattered by two decades of restless sleep and smelly ejaculate.”
The AI’s notion of crayons having been pushed through a guy’s face.
That was the neural network trying to depict the prompt: “an oily thread of equine saliva would descend from the heavens, and its beady end would morph into a thumbs up.” I can’t blame it for failing.
That’s supposed to depict a bullet hole in a windbreaker.
“A cosmic judge sent from the distant past to bring the gavel down on my foul deeds.”
This is how Leire imagines the state of her previous apartment to which she refuses to return.
Piles of unwrapped board games.
These are my attempts at trying to figure out how Leire would draw herself.
“Round eyes like those of a slow loris, the well-mouths into an inner chasm.”
“A beastly mane that matches my unkempt mind.”
“The Lonely Loon, Queen of Monsters.”
Mouth filled with hot steam.
I used the beta upgrade of the AI to depict the woman from Leire’s daydream in the previous chapter. Much better.
I used the beta upgrade of the neural network to depict Leire’s general state of mind. The funny thing is that the owners of this service want to keep everything PG-13, so it’s not supposed to depict tits. Obviously, I think that’s ridiculous, but in any case I’m glad that the beta version hasn’t been neutered to that extent yet.

Random AI-generated images #5

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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

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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.

Random AI-generated images #4

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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.

Random AI-generated images #3

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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”.
Narrow alleys in Japan, at night, during a drizzle.
Arcade machines at some cyberpunk dystopia.
A car race in hell.
Pretty much anything that the neural network depicts in Beksiński’s style looks amazing.
Smiling children at a theme park, depicted by Zdzisław Beksiński’s ghost.
The neural network was supposed to dream about aliens operating on a dinosaur. Instead it created amazing alien dinosaurs.
Guybrush Threepwood working at a gas station. We all got old, my friend.
Guybrush Threepwood trapped in a Beksiński painting.
Megumin dropping a huge load on Japan, then celebrating at a karaoke.
Horse-related imagery.
The terrible consequences of a doomed horse expedition to the Arctic.