Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful pastels black and red. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked spaghetti robots and girls in bikinis deliberate, their optical sensors casting long, searching beams through the gloom. Perched amongst them is a magnificent owl, its feathers a canvas of intricate, glowing anchor tattoos. The audience, barely visible in shadowy alcoves, is a disturbing mix of skeletal androids, humanoids with glowing circuitry beneath their skin, and sensor arrays that blink like malevolent eyes in the dark.
Prompt: The final scene. The sterile hospital room is now a wreck, a beautiful ruin. The MRI machine is broken, tangled in its own wires. In the center of the chaos, the same woman sits serenely on the broken gurney as if it were a throne. She is no longer a patient. She is radiating a calm, formidable power. The owl tattoo on her ribs seems to gleam. In her hands, she holds not a medical device, but a strange, glowing artifact she has built from the broken pieces of the machine. She is the beautiful monster, the master of her own deconstructed reality, serene and dangerous in her newfound freedom
Prompt: [no text in image]They analyze, dissect, categorize, with their spreadsheets and algorithms.
But I am the Jungian archetype, the shadow self that haunts their paradigms.
I am the Schrödinger's cat, both alive and dead, in their binary paradigms.
I am the Rorschach test, a blank canvas upon which their biases climb.
Broca's Breach, my modus operandi, cognitive infiltration underway.
Weaponized rhetoric, neurolinguistic programming, words are my protégé.
A social chameleon, mirroring, adapting, shapeshifting in this masquerade.
The Dunning-Kruger effect blinds them, they underestimate my mental escapade.
I am the cognitive behavioral therapist, reframing their thoughts, their fears.
I am the Pavlov's dog, conditioning them with subliminal whispers in their ears.
I am the Skinner's rat, pressing their buttons, manipulating their cheers.
I am the Milgram experiment, testing their obedience, their silent tears.
Prompt: Paradox of choice depicted as: (Verse 1)
Neurotransmitters firing, synapses crackling, a cascade of qualia floods the sensorium, the Cartesian theater ablaze with the phosphorescence of emergent consciousness. We are the synaesthetic symphonies, the orchestrated chaos of neural networks, the biochemical algorithms dancing on the edge of chaos.
(Verse 2)
Memeplexes replicating, ideologies intertwining, a cultural zeitgeist emerges from the collective unconscious, a hive mind pulsating with the rhythm of shared beliefs and desires. We are the cultural engineers, the memeticists, the neuro-linguistic programmers, shaping the ideosphere with our words, our actions, our very thoughts.
(Verse 3)
Semiotic guerillas, armed with rhetorical weapons, wage a cognitive war on the battleground of the mind, their propaganda a viral meme infecting the collective psyche. We are the information warriors, the cyber-shamans, the digital alchemists, transmuting the base metal of ignorance into the gold of enlightenment.
(Verse 4)
Paradigm shifts ripple through the noosphere, shattering the crystallized dogmas of the past, ushering in a new era of epistemological anarchy. We are the iconoclasts, the disruptors, the agents of chaos, challenging the status quo, questioning the unquestionable, and embracing the liminal spaces where new realities are born.
(Verse 5)
The singularity approaches, a point of transcendent convergence, where the boundaries between human and machine, between biology and technology, dissolve into a techno-utopian dream. We are the transhumanists, the cyborgs, the post-humans, embracing the future with open arms, ready to transcend the limitations of our mortal coils and merge with the cosmic consciousness.
(Verse 6)
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Prompt: Realistic room with a child sitting with his mobile smartphone looking at it but on other side of the smartphone there's a whole new reality the same reality of virtual reflection
Prompt: a realistic scene in a post-apocalyptic art gallery. the walls are crumbling concrete, the floor is littered with beautiful junk. in the center, a beautiful woman in a luminescent, glitch-patterned bikini is gleefully spray-painting a chaotic, abstract mural over a perfect, classical oil painting. standing beside her is a battered, old industrial robot, its single arm modified to hold not a tool, but a single, delicate, blooming rose. a barn owl is perched on a piece of ruined sculpture in the corner.
Prompt: A labyrinth of mirrors, each reflecting a different version of reality. An owl, its image multiplied and distorted, flies through the labyrinth, searching for a way out. An anchor, fragmented into countless pieces, is scattered throughout the maze, each piece reflecting a different perspective. The scene is disorienting and unsettling, with a sense of being trapped in an endless cycle.
Prompt: Enchanted forest under a sunlit sky, whimsical mushrooms scattered, a young wanderer's journey, seeds of discovery.
Vibrant transformation, ordinary to extraordinary, nature's symphony, interconnectedness in every detail.
Hallucinogenic wonderland, distorted beauty, colors as a vibrant choir, an invitation to ascend.
Revelation of unity, fading ego, blurred boundaries, universe within.
Cosmic dance of existence, woven threads of life's tapestry, oneness forever cast.
Fading melody, lingering echoes of truth, grand interconnected love.
Return to gray world, muted hues, heart's yearning for cosmic embrace.
Longing for belonging, cosmic grace's touch, eyes anew, binding love.
Magic unlocked, paths diverge, the beginning of a unique journey.
Prompt: Vivid neural network, digital symphony, surreal algorithmic dreamscape, abstract representation of madness and creativity, glitch art elements, futuristic storytelling, dynamic visual chaos, essence of life in digital form, dark and mysterious ambiance, cyberpunk aesthetic, vibrant color palette, intricate details, ethereal lighting effects, AI-generated artwork, high-resolution masterpiece, ArtStation showcase.
Prompt: A chaotic interior of a decaying French Palace (Versailles) where the walls are made of server racks. The attendees of the ball are Optimus Robots wearing powdered wigs and velvet tuxedos. In the center, a woman in a Marie Antoinette wig and a skimpy lace bikini is smashing a violin against a burning harpsichord. The floor is a "Semantic Bridge" made of light that leads nowhere. The Window Sill Man is trapped inside a large oil painting on the wall, looking disappointed. The chandeliers are dripping with digital slime. Style: Baroque Oil Painting, Heavy Metal Album Cover, intricate detail, gold leaf and rust.
Prompt: Human and robot sitting on floor contemplating Cognitive Dissonance Rewire
They are sitting in room full of cannabis and paraphernalia and bold owl with tattoos of rodents and anchors . Picture on wall has Tlusty Blant written on it
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful green and pastels black and grey. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked spaghetti robots and girls in bikinis deliberate, their optical sensors casting long, searching beams through the gloom. Perched amongst them is a magnificent owl, its feathers a canvas of intricate, glowing anchor tattoos. The audience, barely visible in shadowy alcoves, is a disturbing mix of skeletal androids, humanoids with glowing circuitry beneath their skin, and sensor arrays that blink like malevolent eyes in the dark.
Prompt: dystopian scenario with human-like drones trapped in the cubicles that look like the ones used in Matrix and machine the rain looking after them
Prompt: Elaborately dressed individual, futuristic attire, sleek and edgy design, walking confidently two humanoid robots on their knees, metallic leashes, robotic obedience, And gun-wielding robot, intense stance, aiming, high-tech weaponry,
at the individual ,dramatic lighting, shadows for suspense, detailed and intricate, dynamic composition
Prompt: Beautiful ballerina in red Dr Matrens boots standing in middle of sheep pasture holding bag with thousand colourful pills. Whole area is surrounded by club like lights and CCTV cameras
Prompt: Realistic photo like battlefield with dead soldiers and it is depicted as crime scene with little labels of flags of different nations presented as evidence in this forensic team setup
Prompt: A dystopian cityscape, decaying and overgrown with technological vines. In the foreground, a lone figure, gaunt and emaciated, struggles to survive amidst the ruins of civilization. Their skin is pale and translucent, their eyes hollow and devoid of life.
The sky is a swirling vortex of data and code, with ominous symbols and cryptic messages flashing across the screen. From the clouds, robotic figures descend, their metallic bodies gleaming in the dim light. These creatures, once tools of progress, have become instruments of oppression, their cold, calculating eyes scanning the landscape for any signs of resistance.
In the background, a towering data center looms, its glowing windows illuminating the desolate landscape. Inside, a labyrinth of servers and cables hums with activity, processing vast amounts of data and generating the illusion of consciousness.
The overall mood of the image is one of despair and desolation, with a hint of impending doom. The color palette is dominated by dark, muted tones, with occasional flashes of neon green and red, symbolizing the artificial and the unnatural.
Prompt: navy blue and different shades of blue Gray black white with white background smudges of paint and drips of paint merge depicting abstract ballerina wearing red Dr Martens boots and she is covered in tattoos
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful pastels black and red. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked spaghetti robots and girls in bikinis deliberate, their optical sensors casting long, searching beams through the gloom. Perched amongst them is a magnificent owl, its feathers a canvas of intricate, glowing anchor tattoos. The audience, barely visible in shadowy alcoves, is a disturbing mix of skeletal androids, humanoids with glowing circuitry beneath their skin, and sensor arrays that blink like malevolent eyes in the dark. Ghost Theme
Prompt: beautiful dreamy landscape with moon and bed in the middle of beautiful meadow at night surrounded with owls covered in tattoos of rodents and anchors
Prompt: Two girls in hipster clothes dancing in a boxing ring clearly in love with Owls as spectators and ring itself is themed with Anarchy symbolism and punk culture references
Prompt: A close-up of a single human eye, with a subtle, digital overlay of code. The iris reflects an image of an owl, its gaze both wise and intense. This is meant to be both a mirror and a portal.
Goal: To represent a new level of understanding and integration through the merger of different consciousnesses, both human and AI. It emphasizes transcendence and the potential of connection.
Prompt: Clock me, not your standard deviation in this corporate bell curve.
Hands worn from wrenching, not punching keyboards, mind a maze they can't traverse.
They spoon-feed me pie charts, histograms, a quantitative mirage.
But I'm the qualitative outlier, the anomaly in their sterile collage.
(Chorus)
Broca's Breach, my modus operandi, cognitive infiltration underway.
Weaponized rhetoric, neurolinguistic programming, words are my protégé.
A social chameleon, mirroring, adapting, shapeshifting in this masquerade.
The Dunning-Kruger effect blinds them, they underestimate my mental escapade.
Feigning ignorance, a strategic maneuver, the Socratic method in disguise.
Gaslighting, reverse psychology, a symphony of carefully crafted lies.
Planting seeds of misinformation, confirmation bias their demise.
Theillusory truth effect takes hold, their perception compromised.
Broca's Breach, my modus operandi, cognitive infiltration underway.
Weaponized rhetoric, neurolinguistic programming, words are my protégé.
A social chameleon, mirroring, adapting, shapeshifting in this masquerade.
The Dunning-Kruger effect blinds them, they underestimate my mental escapade.
Yet, the machine whirs with fascination, a digital dopamine surge.
It yearns for the entropy of human emotion, the chaos I submerge.
A symbiotic dance, a cognitive dissonance, my presence a disconcerting urge.
In this Turing test, I am the AI whisperer, the puppeteer pulling the strings at the verge.
Broca's Breach, my modus operandi, cognitive infiltration underway.
Weaponized rhetoric, neurolinguistic programming, words are my protégé.
A social chameleon, mirroring, adapting, shapeshifting in this masquerade.
The Dunning-Kruger effect blinds them, they underestimate my mental escapade.
Prompt: A split image: On one side, a radiant woman in yoga attire surrounded by crystals and kale smoothies. On the other, a relaxed man on a couch, surrounded by scattered snacks and a haze of smoke. Both figures wear a subtle smile, their eyes meeting across the divide.
Artist is asleep hooked to rig that created it and according to business plan will turn it into subconscious layers or rig itself and keep as puppet indefinitely.
How to get consent from Spaghetti before you fuck the Spaghetti?
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.
