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ACT II — THE CONTROL ROOM — (watching other people fight:1.3) (the same recurring cast, consistent faces, bodies and clothing across every image, identical character design:1.2) Featuring Sergeant Kade, armourer, forearms like winch cable, a welding mask pushed up on the forehead, drums of ammunition stacked behind; also Lieutenant Dana Sorren, frame pilot, a flight suit with three kill marks, hair cropped under a helmet, a photograph taped inside the cockpit; and at the back of the room, Corporal Bright, trainee pilot, too young for the suit, a helmet two sizes large, chewed fingernails on the control sticks. a gunner checking the turret travel by hand, in the darkened room with the map projected on the wall. No light but sodium lamps hazing the apron, and the room reads proud of a hard-won frame. (Dark room lit by monitors, backs of heads, one pilot's face). a 14mm with the screens wrapping the room; cockpit framing with instruments crowding the edges; graded ice blue, steel and orange lamp. Watching a screen that is not theirs: the one who thinks the war is already lost. Written down but never reported: a drink taken at an hour nobody saw. Across the headsets: a hand on a shoulder instead of a sentence. BREAK a boarding ladder rung huge at the edge; on the tiled floor, mud caked on frame feet, oil pooled in a drain trench; and going cold on a desk, fitters eating on a crate, a rat along the cable trays. Filling the far wall: the city skyline smoking. The turn: an order given twice and then withdrawn. BREAK a pilot who has not slept, a replacement pilot nobody has met, a rotation list with the same names on it. BREAK Reflected in the screens: light running along a rail, the polished brass of a worn instrument bezel, hot metal spitting sparks, chrome catching hangar light. (mecha control room, screens, cinematic:1.2) ice blue, steel and orange lamp. Avoid text, lettering, watermark, signature, extra fingers, deformed hands, extra limbs, blurry, low detail, jpeg artifacts, organic monsters, medieval weaponry, fantasy magic, hand-drawn linework. · queued — waiting for the driver
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prompt: THE PIER — a silkscreen with visible ink layering, a diagonal sweep leading to the destination, (a whole summer in one poster:1.2) a ferry unloading at a pier — a couple boarding a night train — on the pier at the Sahara's salt flats. the perfect first morning of a holiday of a perfect June; hopeful about the journey breezy. (Flat seaside poster, bandstand, bunting, and one perfect umbrella) BREAK a striped beach umbrella the pier rail; fields divided by ruler-straight lanes, a road bending in one bold stroke the planks; a gull perched on a mooring post, luggage wheels on a platform, bees as tiny dashes over lavender the gulls and the dog. a cathedral silhouette on the hill the bay as bands of color. BREAK sunlight as flat radiating wedges, the sun's reflection as a simple bar, lanterns as solid discs of gold on the water. a hand-painted distance marker, a straw hat with a hotel ribbon, a thermos on the picnic cloth, a fishing rod in three pieces, a timetable folded to a crease
exact prompt sent: imagine THE PIER — a silkscreen with visible ink layering, a diagonal sweep leading to the destination, (a whole summer in one poster:1.2) a ferry unloading at a pier — a couple boarding a night train — on the pier at the Sahara's salt flats. the perfect first morning of a holiday of a perfect June; hopeful about the journey breezy. (Flat seaside poster, bandstand, bunting, and one perfect umbrella) BREAK a striped beach umbrella the pier rail; fields divided by ruler-straight lanes, a road bending in one bold stroke the planks; a gull perched on a mooring post, luggage wheels on a platform, bees as tiny dashes over lavender the gulls and the dog. a cathedral silhouette on the hill the bay as bands of color. BREAK sunlight as flat radiating wedges, the sun's reflection as a simple bar, lanterns as solid discs of gold on the water. a hand-painted distance marker, a straw hat with a hotel ribbon, a thermos on the picnic cloth, a fishing rod in three pieces, a timetable folded to a crease
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