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 The turn: an order given twice and then withdrawn.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 WALK — (eighteen metres of nerve:1.3) a tailor marking a hem on a live body — in a gown with a built-in train of tulle — adjusting a cuff in one motion the length of the runway at a tailoring atelier of pinned muslin. window light through a sheer curtain a single white key; dramatic and editorial haughty and precise. (Runway reportage, flash-lit, the audience a dark band, the walk decisive). a 105mm with a long throw to the backdrop, the garment given the whole frame. BREAK a curtain edge slicing the frame of press flashes; tape marks where a model must stand, water on the pavement reflecting flash of the polished runway; a pug carried in a tote, a guest taking a photo of a photo, a dresser sewing a hook at speed the front row's phones. a rack-lined corridor of forty looks the dark auditorium and its lit doorway. a stray feather from a look, a hem basted in white thread, a size tag still tucked inside, a shoe in the wrong size under a chair, a steamer's water bottle BREAK satin's long slippery highlight, sequins firing at random, chandeliers out of focus above, wet pavement shining back the strobe the press lights. (runway, fashion show, flash, editorial:1.2) butter yellow, dove grey and black.
exact prompt sent: imagine THE WALK — (eighteen metres of nerve:1.3) a tailor marking a hem on a live body — in a gown with a built-in train of tulle — adjusting a cuff in one motion the length of the runway at a tailoring atelier of pinned muslin. window light through a sheer curtain a single white key; dramatic and editorial haughty and precise. (Runway reportage, flash-lit, the audience a dark band, the walk decisive). a 105mm with a long throw to the backdrop, the garment given the whole frame. BREAK a curtain edge slicing the frame of press flashes; tape marks where a model must stand, water on the pavement reflecting flash of the polished runway; a pug carried in a tote, a guest taking a photo of a photo, a dresser sewing a hook at speed the front row's phones. a rack-lined corridor of forty looks the dark auditorium and its lit doorway. a stray feather from a look, a hem basted in white thread, a size tag still tucked inside, a shoe in the wrong size under a chair, a steamer's water bottle BREAK satin's long slippery highlight, sequins firing at random, chandeliers out of focus above, wet pavement shining back the strobe the press lights. (runway, fashion show, flash, editorial:1.2) butter yellow, dove grey and black.
