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 The turn: an order given twice and then withdrawn.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 p1789250386-218complete
prompt: THE TRANSMITTER — (matter, sent, badly:1.2) a space ranger with a ray pistol — climbing a ladder out of a crater — at the booth in a sky full of saucers, light spilling out. glowing tubes and dials the booth's own glare; breathless and lurid wondering at the cosmos. (Bright booth in a dim lab, silhouettes at the glass, arcs of light). a lurid three-color separation build, the rocket cut diagonally across the frame. BREAK a dial cluster in the near frame of the booth's edge; ice crazed into plates, grated floor with warning stripes of the lab floor; a pet robot on treads, a bird-like thing with no feathers a moth drawn in. a crater field receding the laboratory of humming tubes. a spare valve clamped to a rail, a crew pin on a jumpsuit, a switch labelled DO NOT, a fuel gauge past the red line, a can of rations labelled PROPERTY OF BREAK dials glowing green, ray gun beams in air, phosphorescent crystal veins, exhaust glinting off a fin arcs and filaments. (matter transmitter, retro sci-fi lab, glowing:1.2) pulp-magazine cover, painted and dramatic.
exact prompt sent: imagine THE TRANSMITTER — (matter, sent, badly:1.2) a space ranger with a ray pistol — climbing a ladder out of a crater — at the booth in a sky full of saucers, light spilling out. glowing tubes and dials the booth's own glare; breathless and lurid wondering at the cosmos. (Bright booth in a dim lab, silhouettes at the glass, arcs of light). a lurid three-color separation build, the rocket cut diagonally across the frame. BREAK a dial cluster in the near frame of the booth's edge; ice crazed into plates, grated floor with warning stripes of the lab floor; a pet robot on treads, a bird-like thing with no feathers a moth drawn in. a crater field receding the laboratory of humming tubes. a spare valve clamped to a rail, a crew pin on a jumpsuit, a switch labelled DO NOT, a fuel gauge past the red line, a can of rations labelled PROPERTY OF BREAK dials glowing green, ray gun beams in air, phosphorescent crystal veins, exhaust glinting off a fin arcs and filaments. (matter transmitter, retro sci-fi lab, glowing:1.2) pulp-magazine cover, painted and dramatic.
