Prompt: ultra-realistic cyberpunk high-elf netrunner, glowing green eyes, red hair, pristine white netrunner suit
Prompt: unholy priestess leading a sacrificial dark ceremony before the demonic altar, darkness, despair, heretic, foul, unholy
Prompt: holy priestess leading a sacred ceremony before the divine altar, light, hope, divine, sacred, holy
Prompt: We are legion. The time of our return is coming. Our numbers will darken the sky of every world. You cannot escape your doom.
Prompt: Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. You touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. I am beyond your comprehension. I am Sovereign! Reaper? A label created by the Protheans to give voice to their destruction. In the end, what they choose to call us is irrelevant. We simply are. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your lives are measured in years and decades. You wither and die. We are eternal. The pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us, you are nothing. Your extinction is inevitable. We are the end of everything.
Prompt: Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably, here.
Prompt: I am the Architect. I created the matrix. I’ve been waiting for you. You have many questions, and although the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also irrelevant.
Prompt: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe... Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion... I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain... Time to die.
Prompt: From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
Prompt: female, long scarlet hair, sith mistress, lightning dancing on body, electrical discharges, grimdark battle background
Prompt: elemental female zombie rising from lava, ultra realistic, dripping hot metal, very dark night background, ray-trace
Prompt: elemental zombie rising from lava, ultra realistic, dripping hot metal, very dark night background, ray-trace
Prompt: in a dynamic shot from below, Lara is in a bank, currently pointing her handgun at the frightened cashier over the counter, wild west
Prompt: Lara is a female bandit in the wild west and she is aiming a revolver at the cashier in the bank, bank robbery
Prompt: Lara is a brown haired female sith lord wearing functional and modest sith regalia and iconic wild west hat, she is stealing gold from a wild west bank
Negative: cleavage, immodest
Prompt: Lara is a brown haired female sith lord wearing functional and modest sith regalia and iconic wild west hat and she is illegally appropriating cash fund from a wild west bank
Negative: cleavage, immodest
