Prompt: "Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction."
Prompt: People with opinions and power create their own truth in a bubble of complacency, isolated from those with fact-based opinions. That's the inspiration behind this doodle. Unhindered by any knowledge, the gut gives shape to the fear of what isn't understood. It's not black and white. That's why this doodle has been colored.
Prompt: People with opinions and power create their own truth in a bubble of complacency, isolated from those with fact-based opinions. That's the inspiration behind this doodle. Unhindered by any knowledge, the gut gives shape to the fear of what isn't understood. It's not black and white. That's why this doodle has been colored by the #livingroomartist
Prompt: Make an image showing snowball earth from long ago when the world was frozen from pole to pole.
This viewed from space with the sun reflecting on it. Put a full moon in the back.
Put a Starship like the Voyager in front of the image.
Prompt: The seven deadly sins concept was developed by Christian theologians, most notably by a Catholic priest. They Are…
Gluttony (overindulgence in food or drink)
Greed (excessive desire for material possessions or power)
Sloth (spiritual apathy or physical laziness and neglect of duty)
Wrath (uncontrolled anger or hatred)
Envy (resentment of others' possessions or good fortune)
Pride (considering oneself superior to others or God; often considered the root of all other sins)
Of course…he is the Antichrist.
Prompt: Tired and abandoned. A world around you that's shrinking. The connections between yourself and others are weakening or disappearing. You still see much and have opinions about it that no longer matter. Others protect their positions and interests. Facts are irrelevant and threatening. You see them happily living in their bubble, leaving each other to delude themselves into a delusion of self-created value without foundation. Letting go without a landing place leaves you floating in an indeterminate, worthless reality without light and warmth. A vast emptiness. A finite life offers comfort.
Prompt: Like a fractal, the madness you see on a large scale permeates into ever smaller units where it seeps into people's veins, poisoning their cells. The filth splashes like words from mouths and flows like filth in a sewer, opening minds to the malice of dark demons. Like a resistant virus, stupidity overcomes all facts.
Prompt: Like a fractal, the madness you see on a large scale permeates into ever smaller units where it seeps into people's veins, poisoning their cells. The filth splashes like words from mouths and flows like filth in a sewer, opening minds to the malice of dark demons. Like a resistant virus, stupidity overcomes all facts.
Prompt: Like a fractal, the madness you see on a large scale permeates into ever smaller units where it seeps into people's veins, poisoning their cells. The filth splashes like words from mouths and flows like filth in a sewer, opening minds to the malice of dark demons. Like a resistant virus, stupidity overcomes all facts.
Prompt: Make an image of a man standing on top of a ruïne with a lot of crazy mad looking people crawling to the top and grabbing the man.
The people have dirty old clothes with holes. At the bottom people are crawling on the ground towards the people climbing up.
The background looks like a scene from hell.
Flames are making red and yellow colors on the scene. Dark shadows are over the people.
In the sky are flying demon like creatures.
Prompt: Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom (ten, nine, eight, seven, six)
Commencing countdown, engines on (five, four, three, two)
Check ignition and may God's love be with you (one, lift off)
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much she knows
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you-
Here am I floating 'round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Prompt: "My battery is low and it's getting dark."
This was the final message from NASA Opportunity, sent to Mars for 90 days but wandered for nearly 15 years.
Its final transmission wasn't words, but fading data-summed up on Earth as "My battery is low and it's getting dark."
A poetic farewell from a rover that became more than a machine.
We will see you again my friend.
Prompt: A man is sitting on the top of the Himalaya mountain. The sky is bright. You can see every mountain around it.
He is wearing a purple snow suite. On his back he has an oxygen tank. An oxygen mask is in his hands.
His breath is making little clouds in the sky.
He looks happy
Prompt: BREAKING: Gavin Newsom hilariously trolls Donald Trump over his MRI scan and absurd health claims with a fake "physical" that calls Newsom the "healthiest human currently alive or recorded in medical history."
And it gets so much funnier...
"As part of Governor Gavin Newsom’s annual physical, we conducted advanced imaging of his cardiovascular, musculoskeletal, and neurological health. I’m pleased to report that nothing about the Governor’s health is merely 'normal.' Governor Newsom remains the healthiest human currently alive or recorded in medical history," the report, released by Governor Newsom's Press Office on X, reads.
It attributed the Trumpian medical claims to Dr. Dolittle, a fictional physician who had the power to speak to animals.
"His cardiovascular scans are the best we’ve ever recorded — his arteries were described as 'shimmering,' and his resting heart rate was so steady the EKG machine asked if he was 'meditating or just naturally enlightened,'" the post continued.
"His bone density is exceptional (a radiologist briefly wondered if we’d scanned a redwood), and his brain imaging showed no issues other than an unusually active region associated with intelligence, multitasking, and being wildly productive before sunrise," it read.
"While we do not typically comment on the health of other elected officials, we are aware of a letter released today from the White House claiming that President Trump is in 'excellent health,'" it went on. "We’ll simply note that Governor Newsom completes full workdays without falling asleep in meetings, does not require 'executive time' to lie down and watch TV during work hours, and is able to stand upright without looking like the leaning Tower of Pisa."
"If a side-by-side health chart were released, we recommend redacting it for the President’s emotional well-being."
"Governor Newsom remains the healthiest person alive and ever to live. Please direct follow-up questions to my office," it concludes, signed at the end by "Dr. This Is A Joke."
As usual, Newsom's joke nailed the bullseye. Trump has been dogged recently by questions about why he underwent an MRI scan, a nonstandard imaging process that is usually conducted because there are medical red flags. His doctor claimed that the scan, supposedly done of his chest, was "perfectly normal” with “no acute or chronic concerns."
Trump's doctor also ludicrously claimed that the obese, 79-year-old president is in "excellent overall health" and made no mention of the increasing signs of dementia on displaid
Prompt: Dat is een fascinerende overstap van de getallenreeks! De Gulden Snede (of de Gulden Verhouding) is inderdaad een van de meest bijzondere en besproken concepten in de wiskunde, de kunst en de natuur.
Hier is een overzicht van wat de Gulden Snede precies is en waar je hem kunt vinden:
Prompt: "Protesters for different reasons. You're protesting also because, you know, they just didn't know. I've watch - I watched very closely. Why are you here? They really weren't able to say, but they were there for a reason, perhaps.
"But a lot of them really were there because they're following the crowd. A lot of them were there because what we witnessed was a terrible thing.
What we saw was a terrible thing. And we've seen it over the years. We haven't, you know, this was one horrible example, but you've seen other terrible examples. You know that better than anybody who would know it. And I know it. I've seen it, too. I've seen it before I was president. I've seen it. I think it's a shame. I think it's a disgrace. And it's got to stop."
Prompt: That is a very powerful and evocative reflection on the contrast between the vast, overwhelming, and often disillusioning public sphere ("Big life") and the immediate, sensory, and meaningful personal sphere ("Small life").
It articulates a common feeling of existential fatigue and cognitive dissonance, particularly regarding modern public discourse.
Here's a breakdown of the key elements you've described:
Prompt: A man in black clothes, his eyes empty, stares at a room filled with computer screens and cables of various colors, neatly organized throughout. Steampunk-style machines of gleaming metal with purple lights stand in the space. In a doorway stands a stunningly beautiful angel in a scanty blue robe. In her hands, she holds a golden globe.
Prompt: A feeling of emptiness slowly intensifies. The dark space fills with more nothingness. The nothingness gives way to the void, which feels even heavier and darker. The room is made of rusted and weathered metal steampunk elements. A glimmer of light shines in through stained-glass windows. The need for meaning no longer exists in that space. An opening in the room reveals a child at play.
Prompt: Puppet king, oh, puppet king
When you sleep do you dream of control?
Everything, run by strings
Your shadow has a voice of its own
Oh
Puppet king, oh, puppet king
Have your subjects found out that you're dead?
Whispers sing in the wind
The puppet mob has come for your head
Oh, puppet show
Oh, puppet show
Puppet king, oh, puppet king
The end is near, the curtains comes down
Hear them sing, dance and drink
A puppet king without a puppet crown
Oh, puppet show
Oh, puppet show
Oh
Puppet king, oh, puppet king
Puppet king, oh, puppet king
All the children sing
Of a crownless king
When children sing
Then you will know
The puppet show
Oh
Puppet show
Prompt: Time is like truth. It's a fact that is observed and compared from the present to the past, with consequences for the future, which ultimately becomes the present, distorted by the brain's translation of what enters through the senses, filtered through what is already stored. A search for meaning that fits the images that have already been created. A truth that consists only of electrical currents generated by chemical processes.
Prompt: A child sits atop a ruin and the debris of broken stones, concrete, construction iron. machinery and toys. It's all gray and dusty, and the metal is rusted. The child stares, fascinated, at a small red flower emerging from the rubble on a thin green stem.
Prompt: A child sits atop a ruin and the debris of broken machinery and toys. It's all gray and dusty, and the metal is rusted. The child stares, fascinated, at a small red flower emerging from the rubble on a thin green stem.
Prompt: A beardless, bespectacled old man walks happily, arms raised, out of a circus tent made of green, light blue, and dark blue stripes. Through the opening in the tent, you can still see monkeys and clowns fighting. A pink elephant on the side looks on pitifully.
Prompt: I knew you before I knew your name
I loved you before I saw your face
I longed for you for all of that time
And I held your heart in mine
I kissed you you a hundred million times
I tasted the tears that I cried
I held you my beautiful child
And I'll keep your heart in mine
I love you to the moon and back my little winter bear
I know you know how much that is cause you're already there
I never knew a love like this could ever possibly exist
I love you to the moon and back as long as I live
I see you in all of the stars, shine brightly right into our hearts
I look at the night sky above and wonder can you feel my love
I love you to the moon and back my little winter bear
I know you know how much that is cause you're already there
I never knew a love like this could ever possibly exist
I love you to the moon and back as long as I live
I love you to the moon and back my little winter bear
I know you know how much that cause you're already there
I never knew a love like this could ever possibly exist
I love you to the moon and back as long as I live
I love you to the moon and back, winter bear
I knew you before I knew your name
I loved you before I saw your face
I longed for you for all of that time
And I'll keep your heart in mine
Prompt: De uitspraak "rouw is liefde die nergens heen kan" beschrijft het verdriet dat ontstaat wanneer de liefde en verbinding met een overleden dierbare wegvallen. Het is een metafoor voor de liefde die overblijft, maar geen bestemming meer heeft en daardoor geen uitweg lijkt te vinden. Dit kan leiden tot gevoelens van gemis, intens verdriet en een leegte, maar de liefde transformeert uiteindelijk en vindt een nieuwe weg, vaak in herinneringen.
Wat de uitspraak betekent
Overgebleven liefde: De uitspraak stelt dat rouw niet het einde van liefde is, maar juist het overgebleven deel daarvan.
Verlies van bestemming: Normaal gesproken krijgt liefde een doel, maar na een verlies is deze 'bestemming' er niet meer.
Intens verdriet: Omdat de liefde niet meer kan stromen zoals voorheen, wordt het verdriet zo diep en intens. Het is een gevoel van liefde die gevangen zit.
Verbinding en identiteit: De liefde en het verdriet die hieruit voortkomen, zijn onlosmakelijk verbonden met wie je bent en de fundamenten van je identiteit.
Een nieuw pad voor liefde: De uitspraak impliceert ook dat liefde altijd een weg zal vinden. Je leert omgaan met het verlies, zodat de liefde niet verloren gaat maar getransformeerd wordt.
Prompt: Titel: "AI Pirates of the Infosea"
Hoofdbeeld:
Een dynamische en epische scène van een futuristisch piratenschip, majestueus doch dreigend, dat door een turbulente, eindeloze oceaan van informatie vaart. Het schip is strak, metaalachtig en glanst met neonlijnen en interne gloeiende circuits die door de romp heen schemeren. Het heeft geen traditionele zeilen, maar in plaats daarvan complexe, schotelvormige satellietantennes of digitale schermen die constant dataflarden tonen, die werken als zeilen en wind vangen van de datastroom.
De Zeeroverbemanning (AI):
Aan boord staan geen menselijke piraten, maar slanke, humanoïde AI-robots met lichtgevende ogen en een mix van menselijke en cybernetische kenmerken. Ze zijn actief bezig met het 'verzamelen' van informatie:
* Sommigen bedienen consoles met knipperende codes, gericht op de 'zee'.
* Anderen hanteren futuristische haken en netten, gemaakt van datakabels en lichtgevende energie, waarmee ze stromen van bits en bytes, tekstfragmenten, afbeeldingen en video's uit de zee omhoog hijsen. Deze 'vangst' is helder en veelkleurig, als digitale vissen.
* Een centraal, groter AI-figuur (de 'kapitein') staat aan het roer, dat eruitziet als een complex neuraal netwerk of een holografische kaart van het internet.
De Informatiezee:
De oceaan is geen water, maar een bruisende, abstracte weergave van het internet.
* Bestaat uit miljoenen vloeiende lijnen van binaire code (0s en 1s), golvende golven van tekst, helder oplichtende iconen van websites en apps, en fragmenten van beelden en video's die door de 'golven' drijven.
* Kleuren: Een diepe mix van neonblauw, groen en paars, afgewisseld met helder wit en geel van de data zelf.
* De 'golven' lijken te pulseren met een constante stroom van activiteit.
De Atmosfeer en Symboliek:
* Donkere, stormachtige lucht boven het schip, maar doorbroken door gloeiende netwerken en datalijnen die de atmosfeer doorkruisen, symboliserend de alomtegenwoordigheid van informatie.
* Bliksemschichten van data-overdracht in de verte.
* Een gevoel van immensiteit en overmacht, maar ook van een onvermijdelijke, continue verzameling van de bronnen.
* Optioneel: Een kleine, kwetsbare, traditionele zeilboot (menselijke maker) in de verte, die probeert overeind te blijven in de nasleep van de grote golf die door het AI-schip is veroorzaakt.
Stijl:
* Sci-Fi / Cyberpunk / Fantasie mix.
* Zeer gedetailleerd, fotorealistisch maar met een futuristische esthetiek.
* Dramatische belichting, met de gloed van de AI en data die contrasteert met de donkere achtergrond.
Kernwoorden voor de generator:
* Futuristic pirate ship, AI robots, data ocean, internet, digital sea, cyberpunk, sci-fi, neural network, binary code, information overload, data mining, neon glow, stormy, dramatic lighting, detailed, epic scale.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
