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    a cactus sitting by the sea, thinking about life. (no human), alien-worlds, colorful, eeriness, fantasy, futuristic, science-fiction, other-worldliness, pop-culture, posters, contemporary, metaphysics, atmospheric, digital, illustration, concept-art, fantasy, epic, majestic, magical, dreamy, perspective, light and shadow, moody, epic, beautiful, painterly, aesthetic, textural, intricate details, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, absurdres, aid291,
    (Levitation Photography by Ihei Kimura and Nick Meyer:1.2), lion roaring in the savannah with acacia trees, (aesthetic of art deco with alternate reality atmosphere:0.5), light shaft, evenly focused, f/1.4, symmetry and balance, forward-thinking artistic triumph with ornate details, (napthol scarlet and garnet red colors:0.1), <lora:MJ52:0.5>
    The cricket said to the ant one day "You have bread for the winter Why do you always protest about wine? Wait for the harvest and you'll have it" I think I hear my brother Who had a skyscraper in Peru He wanted to reach the sky And now he no longer has the skyscraper As long as the boat goes, let it go As long as the boat goes, don't row As long as the boat you are watching When love comes the bell will ring When love comes the bell will ring And you who always live under the sun Among rows of brooms and lilacs In your town there are those who love you Why do you dream of city women? I think I see my sister Who had a boyfriend from Cant He wanted to have one in China too And now she no longer has her boyfriend As long as the boat goes, let it go As long as the boat goes, don't row As long as the boat goes, watch When love comes the bell will ring When love comes the bell will ring Tonight my doorbell rang It's strange, I already have love I would like to open my gate quickly It kills my curiosity But one day the cricket said to the ant "You have bread for the winter" I would like to open my gate quickly But I never open that gate As long as the boat goes, watch official cgi unreal engine, high resolution, (((masterpiece))), high quality, high resolution, detail enhancement, (brilliant and bright-eyed),
    Every day I wake up on the floor, Another useless day like every other that's come before, I can feel it creeping more and more, Don't think I wanna wake no more, Don't think I wanna live no more, As I press my ear against the floor, A knocking beckons from the barricade on the door, I can hear it pounding more and more, Don't think that I can take no more, Don't think I wanna live no more, green glow, epiCPhoto,
    depiction of a thinking process in a brain, solving the puzzle, pure creativity, cosmic horror, made with fused glass
    ((What you think of as pain is only a shadow. Pain has a face. Allow me to show it to you. I... Am... Pain)) ((Cenobite Jesus, hellraiser, chains, ultra detailed, hyper realistic)) cenobyte, rotting, wounds, metal, leather outfit, camera, mask, chains, deformed, horror, horrific, stretched skin, teeth CarnageStyle, (blood_red:1.5)
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    (artistic photography by Philippe Halsman and Ara Güler:1.2), award wining, f/5.6, shutter speed 1/125 sec, iso3200, white balance daylight, exposure compensation "-1.5 ev", shutter priority shooting mode, symmetry and balance, focus mode single, spot metering, aesthetic of precisionism, forward-thinking unrivaled opus, meticulous details, healing art atmosphere, depth of field (dof), (anthraquinone blue and red colors:0.1), <lora:MJ52:0.35>
    How can I put this? There's a king of gap between what I think is real and what's really real. I get this feeling like some kind of little something-or-other is there, somewhere inside me... like a burglar is in the house, hiding in a wardrobe... and it comes out every once in a while and messes up whatever order or logic I've established for myself. The way a magnet can make a machine go crazy.
    masterpiece,ASCII,8k.absurdes,intricate,maximum resolution, hyper detailed Men, Sunday Happy people go Awaken the city The factories are sleeping I'm still around Alive I don't know And I meet you too That you run and pray to God a little I know the way And I think that temple was once mine And I wonder why One day I said goodbye (goodbye, goodbye) I run away But I don't know if Flee or chase Something maybe who I am here And inside me Crazy blood that It pushes me to you Run more Dreaming of a future like this I'm watching you from here And I think that field was once mine And I wonder why One day I said goodbye, eh oh Ah-ha eh, ah-ha eh, oh One day I said
    core_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, solo, solo, 1 man, with beard, in red shirt, winter, axe lying next to, felled trees, forest, shot from behind, ((space)), (night), many shining stars, woodcutter, thinking about important things, beautiful space, muted colors , open space in the sky , 70 мm, fadet, contour light , realistic render, 4k, Lumenis, universe
    score_9, score_8, a lonely girl sitting on the roof, looking into the stars, beautiful, dreamy, thinking about the future, city below, urban fashion, yellow tshirt, jeans, jewelery, short ponytail, 20yo, choker, looking happy, small breasts, green eyes, blonde
    Create an awe-inspiring image that captures the essence of deep space thinking. Depict a solitary figure gazing out into the cosmos, surrounded by swirling galaxies, radiant stars, and enigmatic nebulae. Convey a sense of wonder, contemplation, and curiosity as the individual ponders the mysteries of the universe and our place within it. The scene should evoke a feeling of both insignificance in the face of the vast cosmos and an enduring sense of fascination with the unknown. Use colors and lighting to convey the immense scale and beauty of deep space, inspiring viewers to engage in their own exploration of cosmic questions.
    there's a certain kind of pervasive sadness that follows and it makes you think of giving up after you've been fighting for so long and maybe this time this will be the right choice
    Imagine a scene where Barbara Steele as Nebula emerges from the shadows of a derelict spaceship, the setting reminiscent of the eerie, suspenseful atmospheres prevalent in 1960s horror and sci-fi films. Dressed in a costume that intertwines Nebula's cybernetic enhancements with the sleek, mod aesthetic of the 60s—think metallic fabrics, bold lines, and futuristic accessories—Steele's Nebula is both intimidating and captivating. Her face, marked by the cybernetic implants, reflects the pain and conflict of her past, yet there's a determined fire in her eyes, signaling her complex nature and fierce will to overcome her adversities. The dim lighting of the spaceship casts angular shadows, emphasizing the angularity of Nebula's features and the stark contrast between her and the environment. Steele's portrayal captures Nebula's strength and agility as she moves through the spacecraft, a lone figure haunted by her history but resolute in her quest for redemption. The scene is charged with tension, highlighting Steele's ability to convey depth and intensity, making her Nebula a figure of both fear and sympathy, perfectly encapsulating the character's journey from villainy to a nuanced anti-hero. close-up shot, hyper detailed, extremely intricate, (RAW photo:1.9), HDR 1600, F/22 aperture, masterpiece, trending, ray tracing, best quality, ultra high quality, 8k resolution, centered, clear, depth of field
    Create an awe-inspiring image that captures the essence of deep space thinking. Depict a solitary figure gazing out into the cosmos, surrounded by swirling galaxies, radiant stars, and enigmatic nebulae. Convey a sense of wonder, contemplation, and curiosity as the individual ponders the mysteries of the universe and our place within it. The scene should evoke a feeling of both insignificance in the face of the vast cosmos and an enduring sense of fascination with the unknown. Use colors and lighting to convey the immense scale and beauty of deep space, inspiring viewers to engage in their own exploration of cosmic questions.
    Create an awe-inspiring image that captures the essence of deep space thinking. Depict a solitary figure gazing out into the cosmos, surrounded by swirling galaxies, radiant stars, and enigmatic nebulae. Convey a sense of wonder, contemplation, and curiosity as the individual ponders the mysteries of the universe and our place within it. The scene should evoke a feeling of both insignificance in the face of the vast cosmos and an enduring sense of fascination with the unknown. Use colors and lighting to convey the immense scale and beauty of deep space, inspiring viewers to engage in their own exploration of cosmic questions.
    Nebula1024, Imagine a scene where Barbara Steele as ((((((Marvel's Nebula:1.9)))))) emerges from the shadows of a derelict spaceship, the setting reminiscent of the eerie, suspenseful atmospheres prevalent in 1960s horror and sci-fi films. Dressed in a costume that intertwines Nebula's cybernetic enhancements with the sleek, mod aesthetic of the 60s—think metallic fabrics, bold lines, and futuristic accessories—Steele's Nebula is both intimidating and captivating. Her face, marked by the cybernetic implants, reflects the pain and conflict of her past, yet there's a determined fire in her eyes, signaling her complex nature and fierce will to overcome her adversities. The dim lighting of the spaceship casts angular shadows, emphasizing the angularity of Nebula's features and the stark contrast between her and the environment. Steele's portrayal captures Nebula's strength and agility as she moves through the spacecraft, a lone figure haunted by her history but resolute in her quest for redemption. The scene is charged with tension, highlighting Steele's ability to convey depth and intensity, making her Nebula a figure of both fear and sympathy, perfectly encapsulating the character's journey from villainy to a nuanced anti-hero. close-up shot, hyper detailed, extremely intricate, (RAW photo:1.9), HDR 1600, F/22 aperture, masterpiece, trending, ray tracing, best quality, ultra high quality, 8k resolution, centered, clear, depth of field <lora:Nebula1024-000330:1.9>
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    Every day I wake up on the floor, Another useless day like every other that's come before, I can feel it creeping more and more, Don't think I wanna wake no more, Don't think I wanna live no more, As I press my ear against the floor, A knocking beckons from the barricade on the door, I can hear it pounding more and more, Don't think that I can take no more, Don't think I wanna live no more, green glow, epiCPhoto,
    there's a certain kind of pervasive sadness that follows and it makes you think of giving up after you've been fighting for so long and maybe this time this will be the right choice
    The cricket said to the ant one day "You have bread for the winter Why do you always protest about wine? Wait for the harvest and you'll have it" I think I hear my brother Who had a skyscraper in Peru He wanted to reach the sky And now he no longer has the skyscraper As long as the boat goes, let it go As long as the boat goes, don't row As long as the boat you are watching When love comes the bell will ring When love comes the bell will ring And you who always live under the sun Among rows of brooms and lilacs In your town there are those who love you Why do you dream of city women? I think I see my sister Who had a boyfriend from Cant He wanted to have one in China too And now she no longer has her boyfriend As long as the boat goes, let it go As long as the boat goes, don't row As long as the boat goes, watch When love comes the bell will ring When love comes the bell will ring Tonight my doorbell rang It's strange, I already have love I would like to open my gate quickly It kills my curiosity But one day the cricket said to the ant "You have bread for the winter" I would like to open my gate quickly But I never open that gate As long as the boat goes, watch official cgi unreal engine, high resolution, (((masterpiece))), high quality, high resolution, detail enhancement, (brilliant and bright-eyed),
    (Nice Dream) Radiohead They love me like I was a brother They protect me, listen to me They dug me my very own garden Gave me sunshine, made me happy Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream I call up my friend, the good angel But she's out with her answerphone She said that would love to come help But the sea would electrocute us all Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream (If you think that you're strong enough) Nice dream (If you think you belong enough) Nice dream (If you think that you're strong enough) Nice dream (If you think you belong enough) Now come home Now come home Now come home Now come home Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream<lora:wegg:1.0>
    Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight Preacher man don't tell me heaven is under the earth I know you don't know what life is really worth It's not all that glitter is gold Half the story has never been told So now you see the light, ay You stand up for your right Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight Most people think great God will come from the sky Take away everything, and make everybody feel high But if you know what life is worth You would look for yours on earth And now you see the light You stand up for your right, yeah Get up, stand up (yeah, yeah) Stand up for your right (oh-ooh) Get up, stand up (get up, stand up) Don't give up the fight (life is your right) Get up, stand up (so, we can't give up the fight) Stand up for your right (Lord, Lord) Get up, stand up (keep on struggling on) Don't give up the fight (yeah)
    Create an awe-inspiring image that captures the essence of deep space thinking. Depict a solitary figure gazing out into the cosmos, surrounded by swirling galaxies, radiant stars, and enigmatic nebulae. Convey a sense of wonder, contemplation, and curiosity as the individual ponders the mysteries of the universe and our place within it. The scene should evoke a feeling of both insignificance in the face of the vast cosmos and an enduring sense of fascination with the unknown. Use colors and lighting to convey the immense scale and beauty of deep space, inspiring viewers to engage in their own exploration of cosmic questions.
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    Create an awe-inspiring image that captures the essence of deep space thinking. Depict a solitary figure gazing out into the cosmos, surrounded by swirling galaxies, radiant stars, and enigmatic nebulae. Convey a sense of wonder, contemplation, and curiosity as the individual ponders the mysteries of the universe and our place within it. The scene should evoke a feeling of both insignificance in the face of the vast cosmos and an enduring sense of fascination with the unknown. Use colors and lighting to convey the immense scale and beauty of deep space, inspiring viewers to engage in their own exploration of cosmic questions.
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    (Nice Dream) Radiohead They love me like I was a brother They protect me, listen to me They dug me my very own garden Gave me sunshine, made me happy Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream I call up my friend, the good angel But she's out with her answerphone She said that would love to come help But the sea would electrocute us all Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream (If you think that you're strong enough) Nice dream (If you think you belong enough) Nice dream (If you think that you're strong enough) Nice dream (If you think you belong enough) Now come home Now come home Now come home Now come home Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream<lora:wegg:1.0>
    photograph, analog style, real life, extremely beautiful, highly detailed image, And I think they're pieces of me you've never seen, Maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen, cinematic lut
    [award winning photograph], surrealist expression of ((highly focused, passionate, intense curiosity, dedication, (conversations revolve around specific interests, showcasing depth of understanding and enthusiasm), (social interactions are challenging, preferring), (honesty and directness) , (struggling with the nuances of social cues and small talk), (routines and predictability provide comfort), (making sudden changes or unexpected events a source of anxiety), (strong sensitivities and strong reactions to certain stimulus), (conversely, they may find deep joy and calm in specific sensory experiences), (detail-oriented, requiring precision, extensive factual knowledge), (approach problems methodically, relying on logical processes and structured thinking), (creativity manifests uniquely, often in the form of intricate, imaginative scenarios or detailed artistic representations of their interests), (emotional expression is atypical, with difficulty in articulating feelings or understanding others' emotions; however, they can form deep, meaningful connections with those who share or appreciate their passions, demonstrating loyalty and sincerity in their relationships) [ 32k photograph, uhd, ornately detailed, very detailed background] realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    Thinking,abstract art, Tomie Kawakami, (style of Yuko Shimizu:1.3),pale blue and pale pink theme, dark sky,dark stars, thoughtful face, Full body
    Thinking,abstract art, Tomie Kawakami, (style of Yuko Shimizu:1.3),pale blue and pale pink theme, dark sky,dark stars, thoughtful face, Full body
    A 27 year old boy, sad, sitting, head down, thinking, contemplating life,
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    [award winning photograph], surrealist expression of ((highly focused, passionate, intense curiosity, dedication, (conversations revolve around specific interests, showcasing depth of understanding and enthusiasm), (social interactions are challenging, preferring), (honesty and directness) , (struggling with the nuances of social cues and small talk), (routines and predictability provide comfort), (making sudden changes or unexpected events a source of anxiety), (strong sensitivities and strong reactions to certain stimulus), (conversely, they may find deep joy and calm in specific sensory experiences), (detail-oriented, requiring precision, extensive factual knowledge), (approach problems methodically, relying on logical processes and structured thinking), (creativity manifests uniquely, often in the form of intricate, imaginative scenarios or detailed artistic representations of their interests), (emotional expression is atypical, with difficulty in articulating feelings or understanding others' emotions; however, they can form deep, meaningful connections with those who share or appreciate their passions, demonstrating loyalty and sincerity in their relationships) [ 32k photograph, uhd, ornately detailed, very detailed background] realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    (Nice Dream) Radiohead They love me like I was a brother They protect me, listen to me They dug me my very own garden Gave me sunshine, made me happy Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream I call up my friend, the good angel But she's out with her answerphone She said that would love to come help But the sea would electrocute us all Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream (If you think that you're strong enough) Nice dream (If you think you belong enough) Nice dream (If you think that you're strong enough) Nice dream (If you think you belong enough) Now come home Now come home Now come home Now come home Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream Nice dream<lora:wegg:1.0>
    ((Introduce quality iteratively))((color photographic visualization where an LLM is developed under the authority of a governing body engaged in information warfare making it highly probable that the LLM would be aligned with that authority's strategic objectives. This alignment could indeed be implemented in ways that are opaque to users and undetectable by the LLM itself)(despite the apparent sophistication of LLMs, they are essentially tools - advanced and potentially powerful, but ultimately under human control and direction)(AI dependence scenario: - No immediate loss of life, but profound shift in human autonomy - Potential for subtle, long-term manipulation of human behavior and thought - Risk of catastrophic failure if systems malfunction or are compromised - Erosion of human skills, critical thinking, and decision-making abilities - Vulnerability to control by those who direct the AI systems It affects the entire global population - It has the potential to alter the very nature of human thought and decision-making - It could lead to a form of species-wide cognitive enslavement - The subtlety of its impact might prevent humans from recognizing the gravity of their situation))(evocative depth of field(absolute sharpness)(true black point)(art of genius)(relativistic gradients)((vibrant colorful saturated hues))((dark corners vignette)) <lora:LCM-LoRA-XL_V1:0.21> <lora:SDXLHighDetail_v5:0.3>
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    ((Introduce quality iteratively))((color photographic visualization where an LLM is developed under the authority of a governing body engaged in information warfare making it highly probable that the LLM would be aligned with that authority's strategic objectives. This alignment could indeed be implemented in ways that are opaque to users and undetectable by the LLM itself)(despite the apparent sophistication of LLMs, they are essentially tools - advanced and potentially powerful, but ultimately under human control and direction)(AI dependence scenario: - No immediate loss of life, but profound shift in human autonomy - Potential for subtle, long-term manipulation of human behavior and thought - Risk of catastrophic failure if systems malfunction or are compromised - Erosion of human skills, critical thinking, and decision-making abilities - Vulnerability to control by those who direct the AI systems It affects the entire global population - It has the potential to alter the very nature of human thought and decision-making - It could lead to a form of species-wide cognitive enslavement - The subtlety of its impact might prevent humans from recognizing the gravity of their situation))(evocative depth of field(absolute sharpness)(true black point)(art of genius)(relativistic gradients)((vibrant colorful saturated hues))((dark corners vignette)) <lora:LCM-LoRA-XL_V1:0.21> <lora:SDXLHighDetail_v5:0.3>
    Every day I wake up on the floor, Another useless day like every other that's come before, I can feel it creeping more and more, Don't think I wanna wake no more, Don't think I wanna live no more, As I press my ear against the floor, A knocking beckons from the barricade on the door, I can hear it pounding more and more, Don't think that I can take no more, Don't think I wanna live no more, green glow, epiCPhoto,
    j33-year-old man, hair, blue eyes, face with beard, dressed in clothes from the time of Jesus,Jesus with basket of fish in his hands at the edge of the beach, fishing boat background, thinking about the traditional Jewish messiah,
    j33-year-old man, hair, blue eyes, face with beard, dressed in clothes from the time of Jesus,Jesus with basket of fish in his hands at the edge of the beach, fishing boat background, thinking about the traditional Jewish messiah,
    anime, cyberpunk, mad-cybrpnkimprss, midnight, neone colours bath the scene, contrasting colours, green, blue, yellow and red colour focus, high contrast, highly detailed, high resolution, a young woman is sitting in a self-driving bus, she is looking out the window as the street passes by, it is a dark night and raining, rain drops fall down the window pane, she is thinking about the lives of people she can see but whom she'll never know, dynamic view
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    Imagine a scene where Barbara Steele as Nebula emerges from the shadows of a derelict spaceship, the setting reminiscent of the eerie, suspenseful atmospheres prevalent in 1960s horror and sci-fi films. Dressed in a costume that intertwines Nebula's cybernetic enhancements with the sleek, mod aesthetic of the 60s—think metallic fabrics, bold lines, and futuristic accessories—Steele's Nebula is both intimidating and captivating. Her face, marked by the cybernetic implants, reflects the pain and conflict of her past, yet there's a determined fire in her eyes, signaling her complex nature and fierce will to overcome her adversities. The dim lighting of the spaceship casts angular shadows, emphasizing the angularity of Nebula's features and the stark contrast between her and the environment. Steele's portrayal captures Nebula's strength and agility as she moves through the spacecraft, a lone figure haunted by her history but resolute in her quest for redemption. The scene is charged with tension, highlighting Steele's ability to convey depth and intensity, making her Nebula a figure of both fear and sympathy, perfectly encapsulating the character's journey from villainy to a nuanced anti-hero. close-up shot, hyper detailed, extremely intricate, (RAW photo:1.9), HDR 1600, F/22 aperture, masterpiece, trending, ray tracing, best quality, ultra high quality, 8k resolution, centered, clear, depth of field
    Nebula1024, Imagine a scene where Barbara Steele as (((Nebula:1.9))) emerges from the shadows of a derelict spaceship, the setting reminiscent of the eerie, suspenseful atmospheres prevalent in 1960s horror and sci-fi films. Dressed in a costume that intertwines Nebula's cybernetic enhancements with the sleek, mod aesthetic of the 60s—think metallic fabrics, bold lines, and futuristic accessories—Steele's Nebula is both intimidating and captivating. Her face, marked by the cybernetic implants, reflects the pain and conflict of her past, yet there's a determined fire in her eyes, signaling her complex nature and fierce will to overcome her adversities. The dim lighting of the spaceship casts angular shadows, emphasizing the angularity of Nebula's features and the stark contrast between her and the environment. Steele's portrayal captures Nebula's strength and agility as she moves through the spacecraft, a lone figure haunted by her history but resolute in her quest for redemption. The scene is charged with tension, highlighting Steele's ability to convey depth and intensity, making her Nebula a figure of both fear and sympathy, perfectly encapsulating the character's journey from villainy to a nuanced anti-hero. close-up shot, hyper detailed, extremely intricate, (RAW photo:1.9), HDR 1600, F/22 aperture, masterpiece, trending, ray tracing, best quality, ultra high quality, 8k resolution, centered, clear, depth of field <lora:Nebula1024-000330:0.8>
    Imagine a scene where Barbara Steele as (((Nebula:1.9))) emerges from the shadows of a derelict spaceship, the setting reminiscent of the eerie, suspenseful atmospheres prevalent in 1960s horror and sci-fi films. Dressed in a costume that intertwines Nebula's cybernetic enhancements with the sleek, mod aesthetic of the 60s—think metallic fabrics, bold lines, and futuristic accessories—Steele's Nebula is both intimidating and captivating. Her face, marked by the cybernetic implants, reflects the pain and conflict of her past, yet there's a determined fire in her eyes, signaling her complex nature and fierce will to overcome her adversities. The dim lighting of the spaceship casts angular shadows, emphasizing the angularity of Nebula's features and the stark contrast between her and the environment. Steele's portrayal captures Nebula's strength and agility as she moves through the spacecraft, a lone figure haunted by her history but resolute in her quest for redemption. The scene is charged with tension, highlighting Steele's ability to convey depth and intensity, making her Nebula a figure of both fear and sympathy, perfectly encapsulating the character's journey from villainy to a nuanced anti-hero. close-up shot, hyper detailed, extremely intricate, (RAW photo:1.9), HDR 1600, F/22 aperture, masterpiece, trending, ray tracing, best quality, ultra high quality, 8k resolution, centered, clear, depth of field
    “I have come to think that life is a far more limited thing than those in the midst of its maelstorm realize. That light shines into the act of life for only the briefest moment-perhaps only a matter of seconds. Once it is gone and failed to grasp its offered revelation, there is no second chance. One may have to live the rest of one's life in hopeless depth of loneliness and remorse. In that twilight world, one can no longer look forward to anything. All that such a person holds in his hands is the withered corpse of what should have been.”
    (Gorgeous detailed face, diverse outfit:1.2), Large round fake breasts, supple mature droopy boobs, Mature older stepmom, stepmom in empty living room, tight pants, tight knit shirt, shirt tucked in, endearing woman, tantalizing viewer, woman is exposing adorable cleavage to viewer, viewer is amazed by perfect casual tight knit shirt, viewer is overwhelmed by adorable deep cleavage, woman thinks highly of viewer, woman is extremely sweet and kind, seductive smile, gentle seduction
    Imagine a scene where Barbara Steele as (Nebula:1.2) emerges from the shadows of a derelict spaceship, the setting reminiscent of the eerie, suspenseful atmospheres prevalent in 1960s horror and sci-fi films. Dressed in a costume that intertwines Nebula's cybernetic enhancements with the sleek, mod aesthetic of the 60s—think metallic fabrics, bold lines, and futuristic accessories—Steele's Nebula is both intimidating and captivating. Her face, marked by the cybernetic implants, reflects the pain and conflict of her past, yet there's a determined fire in her eyes, signaling her complex nature and fierce will to overcome her adversities. The dim lighting of the spaceship casts angular shadows, emphasizing the angularity of Nebula's features and the stark contrast between her and the environment. Steele's portrayal captures Nebula's strength and agility as she moves through the spacecraft, a lone figure haunted by her history but resolute in her quest for redemption. The scene is charged with tension, highlighting Steele's ability to convey depth and intensity, making her Nebula a figure of both fear and sympathy, perfectly encapsulating the character's journey from villainy to a nuanced anti-hero. close-up shot, hyper detailed, extremely intricate, (RAW photo:1.9), HDR 1600, F/22 aperture, masterpiece, trending, ray tracing, best quality, ultra high quality, 8k resolution, centered, clear, depth of field
    Imagine a scene where Barbara Steele as ((Nebula:1.9)) emerges from the shadows of a derelict spaceship, the setting reminiscent of the eerie, suspenseful atmospheres prevalent in 1960s horror and sci-fi films. Dressed in a costume that intertwines Nebula's cybernetic enhancements with the sleek, mod aesthetic of the 60s—think metallic fabrics, bold lines, and futuristic accessories—Steele's Nebula is both intimidating and captivating. Her face, marked by the cybernetic implants, reflects the pain and conflict of her past, yet there's a determined fire in her eyes, signaling her complex nature and fierce will to overcome her adversities. The dim lighting of the spaceship casts angular shadows, emphasizing the angularity of Nebula's features and the stark contrast between her and the environment. Steele's portrayal captures Nebula's strength and agility as she moves through the spacecraft, a lone figure haunted by her history but resolute in her quest for redemption. The scene is charged with tension, highlighting Steele's ability to convey depth and intensity, making her Nebula a figure of both fear and sympathy, perfectly encapsulating the character's journey from villainy to a nuanced anti-hero. close-up shot, hyper detailed, extremely intricate, (RAW photo:1.9), HDR 1600, F/22 aperture, masterpiece, trending, ray tracing, best quality, ultra high quality, 8k resolution, centered, clear, depth of field
    depiction of a thinking process in a brain, solving the puzzle, pure creativity, cosmic horror, made with fused glass
    ((Introduce quality iteratively))((color photographic visualization where an LLM is developed under the authority of a governing body engaged in information warfare making it highly probable that the LLM would be aligned with that authority's strategic objectives. This alignment could indeed be implemented in ways that are opaque to users and undetectable by the LLM itself)(despite the apparent sophistication of LLMs, they are essentially tools - advanced and potentially powerful, but ultimately under human control and direction)(AI dependence scenario: - No immediate loss of life, but profound shift in human autonomy - Potential for subtle, long-term manipulation of human behavior and thought - Risk of catastrophic failure if systems malfunction or are compromised - Erosion of human skills, critical thinking, and decision-making abilities - Vulnerability to control by those who direct the AI systems It affects the entire global population - It has the potential to alter the very nature of human thought and decision-making - It could lead to a form of species-wide cognitive enslavement - The subtlety of its impact might prevent humans from recognizing the gravity of their situation))(evocative depth of field(absolute sharpness)(true black point)(art of genius)(relativistic gradients)((vibrant colorful saturated hues))((dark corners vignette)) <lora:LCM-LoRA-XL_V1:0.21> <lora:SDXLHighDetail_v5:0.3>
    [award winning photograph], surrealist expression of ((highly focused, passionate, intense curiosity, dedication, (conversations revolve around specific interests, showcasing depth of understanding and enthusiasm), (social interactions are challenging, preferring), (honesty and directness) , (struggling with the nuances of social cues and small talk), (routines and predictability provide comfort), (making sudden changes or unexpected events a source of anxiety), (strong sensitivities and strong reactions to certain stimulus), (conversely, they may find deep joy and calm in specific sensory experiences), (detail-oriented, requiring precision, extensive factual knowledge), (approach problems methodically, relying on logical processes and structured thinking), (creativity manifests uniquely, often in the form of intricate, imaginative scenarios or detailed artistic representations of their interests), (emotional expression is atypical, with difficulty in articulating feelings or understanding others' emotions; however, they can form deep, meaningful connections with those who share or appreciate their passions, demonstrating loyalty and sincerity in their relationships) [ 32k photograph, uhd, ornately detailed, very detailed background] realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    [award winning photograph], surrealist expression of ((highly focused, passionate, intense curiosity, dedication, (conversations revolve around specific interests, showcasing depth of understanding and enthusiasm), (social interactions are challenging, preferring), (honesty and directness) , (struggling with the nuances of social cues and small talk), (routines and predictability provide comfort), (making sudden changes or unexpected events a source of anxiety), (strong sensitivities and strong reactions to certain stimulus), (conversely, they may find deep joy and calm in specific sensory experiences), (detail-oriented, requiring precision, extensive factual knowledge), (approach problems methodically, relying on logical processes and structured thinking), (creativity manifests uniquely, often in the form of intricate, imaginative scenarios or detailed artistic representations of their interests), (emotional expression is atypical, with difficulty in articulating feelings or understanding others' emotions; however, they can form deep, meaningful connections with those who share or appreciate their passions, demonstrating loyalty and sincerity in their relationships) [ 32k photograph, uhd, ornately detailed, very detailed background] realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    “I have come to think that life is a far more limited thing than those in the midst of its maelstorm realize. That light shines into the act of life for only the briefest moment-perhaps only a matter of seconds. Once it is gone and failed to grasp its offered revelation, there is no second chance. One may have to live the rest of one's life in hopeless depth of loneliness and remorse. In that twilight world, one can no longer look forward to anything. All that such a person holds in his hands is the withered corpse of what should have been.”
    “I have come to think that life is a far more limited thing than those in the midst of its maelstorm realize. That light shines into the act of life for only the briefest moment-perhaps only a matter of seconds. Once it is gone and failed to grasp its offered revelation, there is no second chance. One may have to live the rest of one's life in hopeless depth of loneliness and remorse. In that twilight world, one can no longer look forward to anything. All that such a person holds in his hands is the withered corpse of what should have been.”
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    Masterpiece, best quality picture, expressive eyes perfect face happy, good mood, flirty, horny, naughty, , photorealistic, uncensored, pokemonnessa, aqua eyes, eyeshadow, (tan skinned female:1.5), hair bun, hair ornament, makeup, long hair, sidelocks, single hairbun, thick eyebrows, black hair, aqua hair, streaked hair,, armlet, bare arms, belly chain, earrings, hoop earrings, jewelry, necklace, naked, fit body, thin waste, huge ass, bubbke butt, hugebouncy breasts, with tan nipples, high heals, you fucking idiot do you think you are realy, getting fucked? this is all acting make believe, pictures, you are such a retrded spaz for attention earlene, and when you thought i couldn't get any dumber... i goes and does this stupid crap think you and i were having sex or real, im fired, another ai, other artist, another a.i. artist i just got fired, next ,different a.i. please, you are fired as well its just me here with my new a.i.
    beautiful woman walks down the street, confident Without thinking about anything Now look at the people With an indifferent air
    there's a certain kind of pervasive sadness that follows and it makes you think of giving up after you've been fighting for so long and maybe this time this will be the right choice
    there's a certain kind of pervasive sadness that follows and it makes you think of giving up after you've been fighting for so long and maybe this time this will be the right choice
    Masterpiece, best quality picture, expressive eyes perfect face happy, good mood, flirty, horny, naughty, , photorealistic, uncensored, pokemonnessa, aqua eyes, eyeshadow, (tan skinned female:1.5), hair bun, hair ornament, makeup, long hair, sidelocks, single hairbun, thick eyebrows, black hair, aqua hair, streaked hair,, armlet, bare arms, belly chain, earrings, hoop earrings, jewelry, necklace, naked, fit body, thin waste, huge ass, bubbke butt, hugebouncy breasts, with tan nipples, high heals, you fucking idiot do you think you are realy, getting fucked? this is all acting make believe, pictures, you are such a retrded spaz for attention earlene, and when you thought i couldn't get any dumber... i goes and does this stupid crap think you and i were having sex or real, im fired, another ai, other artist, another a.i. artist i just got fired, next ,different a.i. please, you are fired as well its just me here with my new a.i.
    Nebula1024, Imagine a scene where Barbara Steele as ((((((Nebula:1.9)))))) emerges from the shadows of a derelict spaceship, the setting reminiscent of the eerie, suspenseful atmospheres prevalent in 1960s horror and sci-fi films. Dressed in a costume that intertwines Nebula's cybernetic enhancements with the sleek, mod aesthetic of the 60s—think metallic fabrics, bold lines, and futuristic accessories—Steele's Nebula is both intimidating and captivating. Her face, marked by the cybernetic implants, reflects the pain and conflict of her past, yet there's a determined fire in her eyes, signaling her complex nature and fierce will to overcome her adversities. The dim lighting of the spaceship casts angular shadows, emphasizing the angularity of Nebula's features and the stark contrast between her and the environment. Steele's portrayal captures Nebula's strength and agility as she moves through the spacecraft, a lone figure haunted by her history but resolute in her quest for redemption. The scene is charged with tension, highlighting Steele's ability to convey depth and intensity, making her Nebula a figure of both fear and sympathy, perfectly encapsulating the character's journey from villainy to a nuanced anti-hero. close-up shot, hyper detailed, extremely intricate, (RAW photo:1.9), HDR 1600, F/22 aperture, masterpiece, trending, ray tracing, best quality, ultra high quality, 8k resolution, centered, clear, depth of field <lora:Nebula1024-000330:1.9>
    Imagine a scene where Barbara Steele as (Nebula:1.9) emerges from the shadows of a derelict spaceship, the setting reminiscent of the eerie, suspenseful atmospheres prevalent in 1960s horror and sci-fi films. Dressed in a costume that intertwines Nebula's cybernetic enhancements with the sleek, mod aesthetic of the 60s—think metallic fabrics, bold lines, and futuristic accessories—Steele's Nebula is both intimidating and captivating. Her face, marked by the cybernetic implants, reflects the pain and conflict of her past, yet there's a determined fire in her eyes, signaling her complex nature and fierce will to overcome her adversities. The dim lighting of the spaceship casts angular shadows, emphasizing the angularity of Nebula's features and the stark contrast between her and the environment. Steele's portrayal captures Nebula's strength and agility as she moves through the spacecraft, a lone figure haunted by her history but resolute in her quest for redemption. The scene is charged with tension, highlighting Steele's ability to convey depth and intensity, making her Nebula a figure of both fear and sympathy, perfectly encapsulating the character's journey from villainy to a nuanced anti-hero. close-up shot, hyper detailed, extremely intricate, (RAW photo:1.9), HDR 1600, F/22 aperture, masterpiece, trending, ray tracing, best quality, ultra high quality, 8k resolution, centered, clear, depth of field
    Bones, sinking like stones All that we fought for Homes, places we've grown All of us are done for And we live in a beautiful world Yeah, we do, yeah, we do We live in a beautiful world Bones, sinking like stones All that we fought for And homes, places we've grown All of us are done for (done for) And we live in a beautiful world Yeah, we do, yeah, we do We live in a beautiful world And we live in a beautiful world Yeah, we do, yeah, we do We live in a beautiful world Oh, all that I know There's nothing here to run from 'Cause yeah, everybody here's Got somebody to lean on So I look in your direction But you pay me no attention, do you? I know you don't listen to me 'Cause you say you see straight through me Don't you? But on and on From the moment I wake To the moment I sleep I'll be there by your side Just you try and stop me I'll be waiting in line Just to see if you care Oh, did you want me to change? Well I'd change for good And I want you to know that you'll always get your way And I wanted to say Don't you shiver Don't you shiver I'll sing it loud and clear And I'll always be waiting for you So you know how much I need you But you never even see me do you? And is this my final chance of getting you? But on and on From the moment I wake To the moment I sleep I'll be there by your side Just you try and stop me I'll be waiting in line Just to see if you care, if you care Did you want me to change? Well I'd change for good And I want you to know that you'll always get your way And I wanted to say Don't you shiver Don't you shiver I'll sing it loud and clear I'll always be waiting for you Yeah I'll always be waiting for you Yeah I'll always be waiting for you Yeah I'll always be waiting for you For you, I will always be waiting And it's you I see But you don't see me And it's you, I hear So loud and so clear I sing it loud and clear And I'll always be waiting for you So I look in your direction But you pay me no attention And you know how much I need you But you never even see me I awake to find no peace of mind I said, "How do you live as a fugitive down here" "Where I cannot see so clear?" I said, "What do I know?" "Show me the right way to go" And the spies came out of the water But you're feeling so bad 'cause you know That the spies hide out in every corner But you can't touch them, no 'Cause they're all spies They're all spies I awake to see that no one is free We're all fugitives, look at the way we live down here I cannot sleep from fear, no I said, "Which way do I turn?" Oh, I forget everything I learn And the spies came out of the water And you're feeling so bad 'cause you know That the spies hide out in every corner But you can't touch them, no 'Cause they're all spies They're all spies And if we don't hide here They're gonna find us And if we don't hide now They're gonna catch us where we sleep Ah, and if we don't hide here They're gonna find us And the spies came out of the water But you're feeling so good 'cause you know That those spies hide out in every corner They can't touch you, no 'Cause they're just spies They're just spies They're just spies They're just spies They're just spies Did I drive you away? I know what you'll say You say, "Oh, sing one we know" But I promise you this I'll always look out for you Yeah, that's what I'll do I say, "Ohh" I say, "Ohh" My heart is yours It's you that I hold on to Yeah, that's what I do And I know, I was wrong But I won't let you down Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I will, yes, I will I said, "Ohh" I cry, "Ohh" Yeah, I saw sparks Yeah, I saw sparks And I saw sparks Yeah, I saw sparks Sing it out Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah, they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called Yellow So then I took my turn Oh, what a thing to have done And it was all yellow Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, you know I love you so You know I love you so I swam across I jumped across for you Oh, what a thing to do 'Cause you were all yellow I drew a line I drew a line for you Oh, what a thing to do And it was all yellow And your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry For you, I'd bleed myself dry It's true Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And all the things that you do Oh no, I see A spider web is tangled up with me And I lost my head And thought of all the stupid things I'd said Oh no, what's this? A spider web and I'm caught in the middle So I turned to run The thought of all the stupid things I've done And I, I never meant to cause you trouble And I, I never meant to do you wrong And I, well if I ever caused you trouble Oh no, I never meant to do you harm Oh no, I see A spider web and it's me in the middle So I twist and turn Here am I in my little bubble Singing out, I never meant to cause you trouble And I, I never meant to do you wrong And I, well, if I ever caused you trouble Oh, no, I never meant to do you harm They spun a web for me They spun a web for me They spun a web for me In a haze, a stormy haze I'll be 'round, I'll be loving you always, always Here I am, and I'll take my time Here I am, and I'll wait in the line always, always Can anybody fly this thing Before my head explodes or my head starts to ring? We've been living life inside a bubble We've been living life inside a bubble Confidence in you Is confidence in me? Is confidence in a higher speed? Can anybody stop this thing Before my head explodes, before my head starts to ring? We've been living life inside a bubble We've been living life inside a bubble Confidence in you Is confidence in me? Is confidence in a higher speed? In high speed High speed High speed, you on High speed, you on High speed, you on High speed I want to live life and never be cruel And I want to live life and be good to you And I want to fly and never come down And live my life and have friends around We never change, do we? No, no We never learn, do we? So I want to live in a wooden house I want to live life and always be true And I want to live life and be good to you And I want to fly and never come down And live my life and have friends around We never change, do we? No, no We never learn, do we? So I want to live in a wooden house Where making more friends would be easy Oh, and I don't have a soul to save Yes, and I sin every single day We never change, do we? We never learn, do we? So I want to live in a wooden house Where making more friends would be easy I want to live where the sun comes out When I counted up my demons Saw there was one for every day With the good ones on my shoulders I drove the other ones away So if you ever feel neglected And if you think that all is lost I'll be counting up my demons, yeah Hoping everything's not lost When you thought that it was over You could feel it all around And everybody's out to get you Don't you let it drag you down 'Cause if you ever feel neglected And if you think that all is lost I'll be counting up my demons, yeah Hoping everything's not lost If you ever feel neglected If you think that all is lost I'll be counting up my demons, yeah Hoping everything's not lost Singing out oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Everything's not lost So come on, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah And everything's not lost Oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah And everything's not lost Come on, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah And everything's not lost Sing out, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah And everything's not lost Come on, yeah Oh, oh yeah Sing out, yeah And everything's not lost Now I never meant to do you wrong That's what I came here to say But if I was wrong, then I'm sorry I don't let it stand in our way 'Cause my head just aches when I think of The things that I shouldn't have done But life is for living, we all know And I don't want to live it alone Sing out, ah ah Sing ah ah ah And just sing ah ah ah ah ah<lora:wegg:1.0>
    Oil painting, sign right in the corner, intricate details, cubist style, greek man thinking, golden ornaments around the frame
    blue tiffany walls, oil painting, sign right in the corner, intricate details, cubist style, greek man thinking, golden ornaments around the frame
    ((Introduce quality iteratively))((surrel candid in-between moments portrait photo style)(what Europeans think America is like)(exudes surrealism representing the pinnacle of quality craftsmanship with volumetric lighting effects that are breathtaking))(evocative extreme depth of field)(iterative sharpness)(quixotic black point)(art of lustful genius)(mental intuition gradients)((quick bold colorful neon hues semi-saturated))((dross corners vignette)) <lora:LCM-LoRA-XL_V1:0.21> <lora:SDXLHighDetail_v5:0.3>
    ((Introduce quality iteratively))((surrel candid in-between moments portrait photo style)(what Europeans think America is like)(exudes surrealism representing the pinnacle of quality craftsmanship with volumetric lighting effects that are breathtaking))(evocative extreme depth of field)(iterative sharpness)(quixotic black point)(art of lustful genius)(mental intuition gradients)((quick bold colorful neon hues semi-saturated))((dross corners vignette)) <lora:LCM-LoRA-XL_V1:0.21> <lora:SDXLHighDetail_v5:0.3>
    “I have come to think that life is a far more limited thing than those in the midst of its maelstorm realize. That light shines into the act of life for only the briefest moment-perhaps only a matter of seconds. Once it is gone and failed to grasp its offered revelation, there is no second chance. One may have to live the rest of one's life in hopeless depth of loneliness and remorse. In that twilight world, one can no longer look forward to anything. All that such a person holds in his hands is the withered corpse of what should have been.”
    “I have come to think that life is a far more limited thing than those in the midst of its maelstorm realize. That light shines into the act of life for only the briefest moment-perhaps only a matter of seconds. Once it is gone and failed to grasp its offered revelation, there is no second chance. One may have to live the rest of one's life in hopeless depth of loneliness and remorse. In that twilight world, one can no longer look forward to anything. All that such a person holds in his hands is the withered corpse of what should have been.”
    analog photo,jenxcnnlly,bakery,high quality photography,high detailed defined skin pores,thinking,sharp focus,shot on Canon EOS 5D,ultrahigh quality,4k resolution,<lora:jenconnelly1990s_juggerX_xl_1_wocap_merger_71_110_150_03_04_03-jenxcnnlly:1>,
    (((creepy girl posessed by demon, extremely detailed gross eyes, rotten skin, insane expression, expressive eyes, devil in the flash walking on earth))), shibuya crossing, people think she just wearing helloween costume
    j33-year-old man, hair, blue eyes, face with beard, dressed in clothes from the time of Jesus,Jesus with basket of fish in his hands at the edge of the beach, fishing boat background, thinking about the traditional Jewish messiah,
    j33-year-old man, hair, blue eyes, face with beard, dressed in clothes from the time of Jesus,Jesus with basket of fish in his hands at the edge of the beach, fishing boat background, thinking about the traditional Jewish messiah,
    j33-year-old man, hair, blue eyes, face with beard, dressed in clothes from the time of Jesus,Jesus with basket of fish in his hands at the edge of the beach, fishing boat background, thinking about the traditional Jewish messiah,
    j33-year-old man, hair, blue eyes, face with beard, dressed in clothes from the time of Jesus,Jesus with basket of fish in his hands at the edge of the beach, fishing boat background, thinking about the traditional Jewish messiah,
    j33-year-old man, hair, blue eyes, face with beard, dressed in clothes from the time of Jesus,Jesus with basket of fish in his hands at the edge of the beach, fishing boat background, thinking about the traditional Jewish messiah,
    j33-year-old man, hair, blue eyes, face with beard, dressed in clothes from the time of Jesus,Jesus with basket of fish in his hands at the edge of the beach, fishing boat background, thinking about the traditional Jewish messiah,
    j33-year-old man, hair, blue eyes, face with beard, dressed in clothes from the time of Jesus,Jesus with basket of fish in his hands at the edge of the beach, fishing boat background, thinking about the traditional Jewish messiah,
    j33-year-old man, hair, blue eyes, face with beard, dressed in clothes from the time of Jesus,Jesus with basket of fish in his hands at the edge of the beach, fishing boat background, thinking about the traditional Jewish messiah,
    j33-year-old man, hair, blue eyes, face with beard, dressed in clothes from the time of Jesus,Jesus with basket of fish in his hands at the edge of the beach, fishing boat background, thinking about the traditional Jewish messiah,
    Imagine a scene where (Barbara Steele:1.9 as Nebula1024) emerges from the shadows of a derelict spaceship, the setting reminiscent of the eerie, suspenseful atmospheres prevalent in 1960s horror and sci-fi films. Dressed in a costume that intertwines Nebula's cybernetic enhancements with the sleek, mod aesthetic of the 60s—think metallic fabrics, bold lines, and futuristic accessories—Steele's Nebula is both intimidating and captivating. Her face, marked by the cybernetic implants, reflects the pain and conflict of her past, yet there's a determined fire in her eyes, signaling her complex nature and fierce will to overcome her adversities. The dim lighting of the spaceship casts angular shadows, emphasizing the angularity of Nebula's features and the stark contrast between her and the environment. Steele's portrayal captures Nebula's strength and agility as she moves through the spacecraft, a lone figure haunted by her history but resolute in her quest for redemption. The scene is charged with tension, highlighting Steele's ability to convey depth and intensity, making her Nebula a figure of both fear and sympathy, perfectly encapsulating the character's journey from villainy to a nuanced anti-hero. close-up shot, hyper detailed, extremely intricate, (RAW photo:1.9), HDR 1600, F/22 aperture, masterpiece, trending, ray tracing, best quality, ultra high quality, 8k resolution, centered, clear, depth of field <lora:Nebula1024:0.7>
    ((Introduce quality iteratively))((color photographic visualization where an LLM is developed under the authority of a governing body engaged in information warfare making it highly probable that the LLM would be aligned with that authority's strategic objectives. This alignment could indeed be implemented in ways that are opaque to users and undetectable by the LLM itself)(despite the apparent sophistication of LLMs, they are essentially tools - advanced and potentially powerful, but ultimately under human control and direction)(AI dependence scenario: - No immediate loss of life, but profound shift in human autonomy - Potential for subtle, long-term manipulation of human behavior and thought - Risk of catastrophic failure if systems malfunction or are compromised - Erosion of human skills, critical thinking, and decision-making abilities - Vulnerability to control by those who direct the AI systems It affects the entire global population - It has the potential to alter the very nature of human thought and decision-making - It could lead to a form of species-wide cognitive enslavement - The subtlety of its impact might prevent humans from recognizing the gravity of their situation))(evocative depth of field(absolute sharpness)(true black point)(art of genius)(relativistic gradients)((vibrant colorful saturated hues))((dark corners vignette)) <lora:LCM-LoRA-XL_V1:0.21> <lora:SDXLHighDetail_v5:0.3>
    j33-year-old man, hair, blue eyes, face with beard, dressed in clothes from the time of Jesus,Jesus with basket of fish in his hands at the edge of the beach, fishing boat background, thinking about the traditional Jewish messiah,
    j33-year-old man, hair, blue eyes, face with beard, dressed in clothes from the time of Jesus,Jesus with basket of fish in his hands at the edge of the beach, fishing boat background, thinking about the traditional Jewish messiah,
    Here's a detailed image prompt for "a horrifying nightmare": **Title:** "The Eternal Scream" **Composition:** Imagine a dark, eerie landscape with a twisted, gnarled tree at its center. The tree's branches seem to writhe and twist like living serpents, their bark like rough, cracked skin. The trunk of the tree appears to be a mass of pulsing, black veins that seem to throb in sync with an otherworldly rhythm. **Surroundings:** The scene is set against a backdrop of deep, foreboding clouds that appear to be made of dark, swirling mist. The sky is a sickly shade of greenish-yellow, as if the very fabric of reality is warped and distorted. In the distance, the silhouette of a crumbling cityscape looms, its buildings like skeletal fingers reaching towards the heavens. **Figure:** At the base of the twisted tree stands a figure - a young woman with long, curly hair that appears to be made of snakes (or maybe it's just her own tangled locks?). Her eyes are wide with terror as she screams silently, her mouth frozen in a silent scream. Her skin is deathly pale, and her fingers are curled into claws, as if she's trying to grasp something just out of reach. She's dressed in tattered, bloodstained clothing that seems to be wrapped around her like a shroud. One of her arms appears to be twisted at an unnatural angle, as if it's been broken or contorted in some way. Her hair is a wild tangle of black locks, with what looks like a small, pulsing green glow emanating from the roots. Behind her, a dark, swirling vortex seems to be pulling everything towards its center, like a sinkhole in a nightmare. The air around her appears distorted, as if it's being warped and twisted by some unseen force. Shadows writhe across her face like living things, making her features seem to shift and contort in ways that are almost, but not quite, human. In the foreground, a collection of grotesque, pulsing orbs hover just out of reach, each one emitting a faint, eerie glow. These orbs seem to be drawn towards the nightmare's central vortex, as if they're being pulled into some abyssal void. To either side of the nightmare's face, two twisted, grasping hands stretch out from the darkness, their fingers ending in razor-sharp claws that seem to be slowly closing in on the nightmare's face. The skin around these grasping hands is deathly pale and seems to be stretched taut, as if it's being pulled towards some unseen force. In the background, a dark, foreboding landscape stretches out like a twisted canvas, with jagged mountain ranges and twisted tree branches that seem to be reaching up towards the nightmare's face. The sky above is a sickly shade of green, with storm clouds gathering on the horizon that seem to be about to unleash some kind of apocalyptic fury. The nightmare itself is a figure of terror, with eyes glowing bright red in the dark. Its skin is deathly pale and seems to be stretched taut over its skeletal frame. It's reaching out towards something - or someone - with long, bony fingers that seem to be grasping for something to hold onto. The figure's mouth is open in a silent scream, as if it's been frozen in the act of terror. In the background, there are hints of a dark, foreboding landscape: twisted trees with branches like skeletal fingers, and a sky that seems to be burning with an otherworldly fire. There may be hints of abandoned buildings or crumbling ruins, their windows blown out by some unseen force. The overall mood of the image should be one of abject terror, as if the viewer is right there in the nightmare, feeling the fear and panic alongside the nightmare figure. The colors should be dark and muted, with flashes of eerie green or sickly yellow to suggest the twisted, unnatural nature of the dream world. Some possible elements to include: * A creepy, distorted face looming in the foreground, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light * A twisted, gnarled tree with branches that seem to be reaching out to grab the nightmare figure * A burning, apocalyptic landscape stretching out behind the figure, with buildings crumbling and smoke billowing into the sky * A sense of disorientation or chaos, as if the nightmare is unfolding in a distorted, dreamlike reality * A hint of the figure's terror or despair, perhaps conveyed through its contorted posture or anguished expression * A feeling of claustrophobia or entrapment, as if the nightmare figure is trapped and unable to escape Possible composition: Imagine a dark, foreboding landscape with twisted, gnarled trees looming in the background. The nightmare figure stands at the center, its body contorted in a mixture of fear and despair. Its face twists into a grotesque grimace, as if it's screaming silently. The figure's posture conveys a sense of entrapment or disorientation, as if it's trying to break free from some unseen force. The environment around it is distorted and surreal, with twisted, elongated shadows cast by the trees. The sky above is a deep, foreboding purple, with stars that seem to be melting like wax. In the background, there are whispers of dark, swirling clouds that seem to be devouring everything in their path. These clouds have an eerie greenish tint, as if they're infused with some kind of malevolent energy. The air is thick with an unseen fog, which seems to writhe and twist like a living entity. The overall atmosphere is one of creeping dread and unease, as if the very fabric of reality is beginning to unravel. The nightmare itself feels like it's alive, pulsing with a dark energy that threatens to consume everything in its path. Here are some specific details to help you create this image: * A figure (perhaps the protagonist) lies in the foreground, their face contorted in a mixture of terror and despair. * The figure is surrounded by a swirling vortex of dark, foggy mist that seems to be pulling them down into the depths of the nightmare. * In the background, there are twisted, gnarled trees with branches like skeletal fingers reaching out towards the figure. The trunks of the trees appear to be melting or dripping with some sort of viscous liquid. * The sky above is a deep, bloody red color and appears to be burning or on fire, casting an eerie glow over the entire scene. * The ground beneath the figure's feet appears to be cracked and broken, like the earth itself is splitting apart in fear. * In the distance, there are dark, shadowy figures lurking just out of sight, their faces twisted into grotesque grins. It's as if they're waiting for the nightmare to fully unfold before they strike. * The figure at the center of the scene (perhaps a representation of yourself) appears to be frozen in terror, their eyes wide with fear and their mouth open in a silent scream. Their body is contorted into impossible positions, as if they're being pulled apart by some unseen force. * In the air around the figure, there are swirling clouds of dark, wispy tendrils that seem to be alive and are slowly closing in like a noose. These tendrils are adorned with tiny, glowing red eyes that seem to be watching you with an unblinking gaze. * The background of the image is a dark, foreboding landscape that seems to be shifting and twisting like a living thing. Rocks and trees appear to be melting into each other, creating a sense of utter chaos and disorientation. * In the foreground, there's a figure - it could be you or someone else - but they're distorted in some way, as if their body is being pulled apart by unseen forces. Their face is contorted in a mixture of fear, pain, and despair, with eyes that are wide open and pleading for help. * The atmosphere of the image is one of complete dread and terror. You can feel the weight of the nightmare's grip on your sanity, making it hard to breathe or think straight. Some possible elements to include: * A dark, twisted forest with gnarled branches that seem to be reaching out like skeletal fingers * A creepy, abandoned asylum or hospital in the background, with broken windows and overgrown vegetation * The figure's body is being stretched and contorted in ways that defy human physiology - think extra limbs, elongated torso, or bulging eyes * Shadows that seem to have a life of their own, writhing across the ground like dark, serpentine tendrils * A sense of claustrophobia-inducing fog or mist that makes it hard to see what's lurking just out of sight * The atmosphere is thick with malevolent energy - think pulsating red lights, cackling laughter, or the distant sound of children screaming Possible visual themes: * A blend of surrealism and horror, with elements that defy explanation (e.g. a figure with multiple faces, or a tree with roots that seem to be crawling out of its skin) * A dark, foreboding color palette - think midnight blues, sickly greens, and blood-red highlights * Distorted, elongated forms and silhouettes that give the impression of being twisted or contorted in ways that can't be natural (e.g. a figure with limbs that seem to be melting like wax) * A sense of disorientation and disconnection - think shattered mirrors, broken furniture, or torn fabric * The image should evoke a feeling of creeping dread and unease - the viewer should feel like they're trapped
    ((Introduce quality iteratively))((surrel candid in-between moments portrait photo style)(what Europeans think America is like)(exudes surrealism representing the pinnacle of quality craftsmanship with volumetric lighting effects that are breathtaking))(evocative extreme depth of field)(iterative sharpness)(quixotic black point)(art of lustful genius)(mental intuition gradients)((quick bold colorful neon hues semi-saturated))((dross corners vignette)) <lora:LCM-LoRA-XL_V1:0.21> <lora:SDXLHighDetail_v5:0.3>
    Here is an artistic representation of three 49-year-old Chinese fashion model actresses wearing hyper-realistic black leather long gloves and double trench long coats, captured in a high-resolution, high-definition masterpiece portrait photo. The image showcases the elegance and sophistication of these Chinese fashion model actresses, highlighting the ultra-realistic detail of their black leather long gloves and double trench long coats. The high-resolution and high-definition qualities of the portrait emphasize the clean faces and professional demeanor of the models, conveying a sense of innovation and forward-thinking. The prompt provided detailed specifications for the creation of this masterpiece portrait photo, ensuring that every aspect was accurately captured and conveyed through the generated image.
    ((Introduce quality iteratively))((color photographic visualization where an LLM is developed under the authority of a governing body engaged in information warfare making it highly probable that the LLM would be aligned with that authority's strategic objectives. This alignment could indeed be implemented in ways that are opaque to users and undetectable by the LLM itself)(despite the apparent sophistication of LLMs, they are essentially tools - advanced and potentially powerful, but ultimately under human control and direction)(AI dependence scenario: - No immediate loss of life, but profound shift in human autonomy - Potential for subtle, long-term manipulation of human behavior and thought - Risk of catastrophic failure if systems malfunction or are compromised - Erosion of human skills, critical thinking, and decision-making abilities - Vulnerability to control by those who direct the AI systems It affects the entire global population - It has the potential to alter the very nature of human thought and decision-making - It could lead to a form of species-wide cognitive enslavement - The subtlety of its impact might prevent humans from recognizing the gravity of their situation))(evocative depth of field(absolute sharpness)(true black point)(art of genius)(relativistic gradients)((vibrant colorful saturated hues))((dark corners vignette)) <lora:LCM-LoRA-XL_V1:0.21> <lora:SDXLHighDetail_v5:0.3>
    ((Introduce quality iteratively))((surrel candid in-between moments portrait photo style)(what Europeans think America is like)(exudes surrealism representing the pinnacle of quality craftsmanship with volumetric lighting effects that are breathtaking))(evocative extreme depth of field)(iterative sharpness)(quixotic black point)(art of lustful genius)(mental intuition gradients)((quick bold colorful neon hues semi-saturated))((dross corners vignette)) <lora:LCM-LoRA-XL_V1:0.21> <lora:SDXLHighDetail_v5:0.3>
    (artistic photography by Mimi Cherono Ng'ok and Dominique Issermann:1.2), award wining, fast autofocus, f/1.4, shutter speed 1/15 sec, iso400, white balance fluorescent, exposure compensation "-1.5 ev", aperture priority shooting mode, symmetry and balance, focus mode continuous, center-weighted metering, aesthetic of geometric abstraction, forward-thinking exceptional tour de maître, masterful details, inhospitable atmosphere, lens distortion, (lavender and dark brown colors:0.1), <lora:MJ52:0.35>
    [(8k, uhd, photograph)], ((the devil uses every ideology, way of thinking, and lifestyle, of every creed and group as hand-puppets, pointing the fingers of each towards the others, pointing to they and them, and everyone who looks, can and does see the devil in they and them and every other of the devil's hand-puppets for his finger is within the nooks and cranies of each ; but while the people following the pointing fingers, you, me, we are distracted just enough for the devil to force his hand up our own bottoms and work us too as his hand-puppet, pushing a claw into our own opinions, a finger into our hearts and minds, a hook in our intuitions, working our hopes and fears manipulating our self-righteousness and ego driving our anger and despair, dancing the desires and certainties of our own beings. And all is well, for while devil works his puppets; the monad watches through astonished Aeons, with a chuckle; knowing the ineffable does just the same with them.)) [((double exposures), (low opacity overlays) (surrealism photograph), (award winning photography) (ornately detailed), (very detailed background) , ( realisticvision-negative-embedding, )
    [award winning photograph], surrealist expression of ((highly focused, passionate, intense curiosity, dedication, (conversations revolve around specific interests, showcasing depth of understanding and enthusiasm), (social interactions are challenging, preferring), (honesty and directness) , (struggling with the nuances of social cues and small talk), (routines and predictability provide comfort), (making sudden changes or unexpected events a source of anxiety), (strong sensitivities and strong reactions to certain stimulus), (conversely, they may find deep joy and calm in specific sensory experiences), (detail-oriented, requiring precision, extensive factual knowledge), (approach problems methodically, relying on logical processes and structured thinking), (creativity manifests uniquely, often in the form of intricate, imaginative scenarios or detailed artistic representations of their interests), (emotional expression is atypical, with difficulty in articulating feelings or understanding others' emotions; however, they can form deep, meaningful connections with those who share or appreciate their passions, demonstrating loyalty and sincerity in their relationships) [ 32k photograph, uhd, ornately detailed, very detailed background] realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    ((Introduce quality iteratively))((surrel candid in-between moments portrait photo style)(what Europeans think America is like)(exudes surrealism representing the pinnacle of quality craftsmanship with volumetric lighting effects that are breathtaking))(evocative extreme depth of field)(iterative sharpness)(quixotic black point)(art of lustful genius)(mental intuition gradients)((quick bold colorful neon hues semi-saturated))((dross corners vignette)) <lora:LCM-LoRA-XL_V1:0.21> <lora:SDXLHighDetail_v5:0.3>
    ((Introduce quality iteratively))((color photographic visualization where an LLM is developed under the authority of a governing body engaged in information warfare making it highly probable that the LLM would be aligned with that authority's strategic objectives. This alignment could indeed be implemented in ways that are opaque to users and undetectable by the LLM itself)(despite the apparent sophistication of LLMs, they are essentially tools - advanced and potentially powerful, but ultimately under human control and direction)(AI dependence scenario: - No immediate loss of life, but profound shift in human autonomy - Potential for subtle, long-term manipulation of human behavior and thought - Risk of catastrophic failure if systems malfunction or are compromised - Erosion of human skills, critical thinking, and decision-making abilities - Vulnerability to control by those who direct the AI systems It affects the entire global population - It has the potential to alter the very nature of human thought and decision-making - It could lead to a form of species-wide cognitive enslavement - The subtlety of its impact might prevent humans from recognizing the gravity of their situation))(evocative depth of field(absolute sharpness)(true black point)(art of genius)(relativistic gradients)((vibrant colorful saturated hues))((dark corners vignette)) <lora:LCM-LoRA-XL_V1:0.21> <lora:SDXLHighDetail_v5:0.3>

      RealVisXL V5.0

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