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 The turn: an order given twice and then withdrawn.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
Job p1789224097-103complete
prompt: THE SHOWDOWN — (four steps and eleven seconds:1.3) an outlaw on a blown horse in wool long johns under everything — bending over a map in the dirt — in the middle of a rail camp strung along the grade, hands away from the iron. frost hardening the mud ruts still and hot; grimly patient quietly violent. (Symmetrical framing, two figures at either edge, dust hanging in the middle). a 50mm at f/4 in the dust, symmetry down the street's length. BREAK sand blowing across the near ground of the dust between them; sand ridges combed by wind, straw scattered across the street bright and cracked; a rattlesnake in the woodpile, a buzzard turning high, sparrows in the barn rafters a dog leaving. the herd strung out for a mile the street stretching away, empties everywhere. a coffee pot scorched black, a water barrel with a lid, a handbill for a show already left, a dead man's boots by the door, a horse hobbled well away BREAK water in the trough catching sun, lamplight on a clean glass, sun flashing on a creek's ripples, the shine of a well-oiled lever the sun on steel. (western showdown, tense, cinematic:1.2) terracotta, ash and sky.
exact prompt sent: imagine THE SHOWDOWN — (four steps and eleven seconds:1.3) an outlaw on a blown horse in wool long johns under everything — bending over a map in the dirt — in the middle of a rail camp strung along the grade, hands away from the iron. frost hardening the mud ruts still and hot; grimly patient quietly violent. (Symmetrical framing, two figures at either edge, dust hanging in the middle). a 50mm at f/4 in the dust, symmetry down the street's length. BREAK sand blowing across the near ground of the dust between them; sand ridges combed by wind, straw scattered across the street bright and cracked; a rattlesnake in the woodpile, a buzzard turning high, sparrows in the barn rafters a dog leaving. the herd strung out for a mile the street stretching away, empties everywhere. a coffee pot scorched black, a water barrel with a lid, a handbill for a show already left, a dead man's boots by the door, a horse hobbled well away BREAK water in the trough catching sun, lamplight on a clean glass, sun flashing on a creek's ripples, the shine of a well-oiled lever the sun on steel. (western showdown, tense, cinematic:1.2) terracotta, ash and sky.
