Prompt: A distant colonial world of a dark future in a state of war in which, in one of the underground shelters, wounded soldiers have returned from the assault on enemy positions and are catching their breath and patching up their wounds. Their shabby overcoats made of strong, once synthetic material are more like rags, which the soldiers carefully try to maintain in an acceptable condition. Their once brown color has long remained gray and is difficult to distinguish in the dim space of the shelter where only a few lamps hang on the ceiling. The soldiers sit closer to the walls of the shelter so that the most illuminated path remains in the middle. On it majestically exists, practically hovering slightly above the ground, His Highness the Mechanical Count of local possessions - a miracle of engineering and technology that gave birth to this mechanical man in all the glory of his protective, sophisticated high-tech armor appropriate to his status. His mechanical thin but very strong arms are spread apart with open palms, and his head is slightly tilted to the side and his fiery hot eyes on an exquisite face mask look at the soldiers with empathy and mercy. The soldiers turn their tired and exhausted faces towards him with surprise and awe, and some, despite their wounds, strive to stand at attention, adjusting their single-shot long-barreled rifles and shock sabers on their belts.
Prompt: A distant colonial world of a dark future in a state of war in which, in one of the underground shelters, wounded soldiers have returned from the assault on enemy positions and are catching their breath and patching up their wounds. Their shabby overcoats made of strong, once synthetic material are more like rags, which the soldiers carefully try to maintain in an acceptable condition. Their once brown color has long remained gray and is difficult to distinguish in the dim space of the shelter where only a few lamps hang on the ceiling. The soldiers sit closer to the walls of the shelter so that the most illuminated path remains in the middle. On it majestically exists, practically hovering slightly above the ground, His Highness the Mechanical Count of local possessions - a miracle of engineering and technology that gave birth to this mechanical man in all the glory of his protective, sophisticated high-tech armor appropriate to his status. His mechanical thin but very strong arms are spread apart with open palms, and his head is slightly tilted to the side and his fiery hot eyes on an exquisite face mask look at the soldiers with empathy and mercy. The soldiers turn their tired and exhausted faces towards him with surprise and awe, and some, despite their wounds, strive to stand at attention, adjusting their single-shot long-barreled rifles and shock sabers on their belts.
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Prompt:
A distant colonial world of a dark future in a state of war in which, in one of the underground shelters, wounded soldiers have returned from the assault on enemy positions and are catching their breath and patching up their wounds. Their shabby overcoats made of strong, once synthetic material are more like rags, which the soldiers carefully try to maintain in an acceptable condition. Their once brown color has long remained gray and is difficult to distinguish in the dim space of the shelter where only a few lamps hang on the ceiling. The soldiers sit closer to the walls of the shelter so that the most illuminated path remains in the middle. On it majestically exists, practically hovering slightly above the ground, His Highness the Mechanical Count of local possessions - a miracle of engineering and technology that gave birth to this mechanical man in all the glory of his protective, sophisticated high-tech armor appropriate to his status. His mechanical thin but very strong arms are spread apart with open palms, and his head is slightly tilted to the side and his fiery hot eyes on an exquisite face mask look at the soldiers with empathy and mercy. The soldiers turn their tired and exhausted faces towards him with surprise and awe, and some, despite their wounds, strive to stand at attention, adjusting their single-shot long-barreled rifles and shock sabers on their belts.
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