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 The turn: an order given twice and then withdrawn.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: (Walking on a world no one has named:1.2) a rocket pilot with a bubble helmet — being carried by a robot — on a laboratory of humming tubes under a sky the colour of a bruise. a sandstorm on a red plain, heroic and slightly absurd wondering. (Wide alien landscape, tiny explorer, lurid sky, a rocket on the horizon). a gouache cover painting with visible brush, a starburst flare in one corner. BREAK a chrome fin slicing the corner of alien moss; grated floor with warning stripes, fine sand rippling in low gravity of an unearthly surface; a plant that closes when touched, insects the size of dogs, a floating jelly that hums, a lizard with three eyes the local life. an orbital ring across the sky the rocket and the strange range. a can of rations labelled PROPERTY OF, a warning placard in three languages, a spent flare on the deck, a crew pin on a jumpsuit, a fuel gauge past the red line BREAK dials glowing green, exhaust glinting off a fin, cockpit canopy flare odd mineral glints. (alien planet exploration, retro sci-fi, epic landscape:1.2) speculative illustration of the space age, optimistic.
exact prompt sent: imagine (Walking on a world no one has named:1.2) a rocket pilot with a bubble helmet — being carried by a robot — on a laboratory of humming tubes under a sky the colour of a bruise. a sandstorm on a red plain, heroic and slightly absurd wondering. (Wide alien landscape, tiny explorer, lurid sky, a rocket on the horizon). a gouache cover painting with visible brush, a starburst flare in one corner. BREAK a chrome fin slicing the corner of alien moss; grated floor with warning stripes, fine sand rippling in low gravity of an unearthly surface; a plant that closes when touched, insects the size of dogs, a floating jelly that hums, a lizard with three eyes the local life. an orbital ring across the sky the rocket and the strange range. a can of rations labelled PROPERTY OF, a warning placard in three languages, a spent flare on the deck, a crew pin on a jumpsuit, a fuel gauge past the red line BREAK dials glowing green, exhaust glinting off a fin, cockpit canopy flare odd mineral glints. (alien planet exploration, retro sci-fi, epic landscape:1.2) speculative illustration of the space age, optimistic.
