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sirfrogsworth · 5 months

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When I got to this photo in Katrina's collection of vintage family imagery, I was pretty stumped as to how to approach it.

There is a major problem when you zoom in to 100%.

The paper it was developed on has little micro bumps. When it was scanned, the light from the scanner caused a highlight on one side of the bump and a shadow on the other. This causes a pattern which is nearly impossible to eliminate using traditional techniques.

The easiest way to fix this is actually quite clever. You scan it once, then turn it upside down and scan it again. The second pass reverses the side the highlight and shadow appear on, so you can combine the images in Photoshop and blend them together, essentially canceling out the bumps. It's weirdly analogous to noise canceling headphones.

But I don't have access to the physical copy of this image.

So... now what?

Enter Fast Fourier Transform or FFT.

This is a filter that uses extra fancy math to recognize patterns in the image and eliminate them. There is a pretty good filter for Photoshop, but it does not work easily with newer Macs with Apple Silicon. I really did not want to figure that out, and I also was too tired to go downstairs to my PC. However, I learned that a Photoshop competitor, Affinity Photo, has this filter built in. So, I downloaded a trial copy and started the process of trying to figure out how to fix this image.

It was amazingly simple. It brings up these star patterns and you just paint black circles over every one but the center. It literally felt like magic. (Full screen with sound recommended)

So once I did this process I ended up with this...

The paper still had a rough texture but it was much easier to work with using traditional techniques. I started with a black and white conversion and meticulously went through the photo zapping scratches and flaws and balancing tones and sharpening facial features. All of my photo restoration tricks were needed.

I eventually landed here...

I then thought maybe I should match the sepia tone of the original print, so I got to here...

I think the black and white looks nicer in this instance, but I always like having options and this is the most faithful representation of how the photo originally looked.

But there is something else I have been playing around with lately. Photoshop has these experimental neural filters that use cloud processing to do various tricky enhancements. Most of them are in beta and they can be very quirky. But they have a colorizer that tries to detect people and things and adds color to them. Not every black and white photo is a good candidate. I have found these professional portrait photos work decently, but the filter is very hit-and-miss. And there are tools within the filter to help you make a miss more of a hit, but often I have to accept the photo isn't going to work.

But I decided to give it a shot with this one and surprisingly, the colorizer got me most of the way there.

I can work with that.

The one thing it does well is skin. Manually painting color onto skin is tricky and requires more skill and knowledge of traditional painting techniques than I have. But if a filter can do that part for me, I can do the rest.

So after my touchups, I got the image to here.

All I have left to do is my standard color enhancements to make them a little less ghostly and a little more human.

And I present to you where I started and the finished product. I encourage you to flip back and forth.

I'm not sure how, but I was able to go from an image I thought was impossible to edit to a beautiful colorized memory for my best friend's mom. I cannot wait to show her.

#long post #photography #photo restoration

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periprose · 6 months

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Ps5 Peter Parker x reader inspired by this?

It's one of my favorite MerDer moments on Grey's anatomy 🙈😭

Peter explains something about physics or an idea for a gagdet...

🤣 this image really cracked me up lol thanks for the ask!! I've set the fic to take place in the first game, Peter and Reader are Otto's assistants at Octavius Industries. Please ignore the science mumbo jumbo in this fic.

Otto's lab was really cold this time of year. He barely had the funds to make rent in Manhattan, let alone provide optimal heating and other luxuries.

Still, you shiver, searching through your locker for your comfy, oversized jumper. You're just pulling it on when Peter pops up from behind you.

"Hey."

"Jesus!" You flinch and then rub your eyes. "Hey, Peter. How do you get behind me so fast? That's the third time this month I didn't even see you come in."

"Uh... I just have good reflexes, I think." Peter's mouth twists a little, as he tries not to laugh at your jumper. "Are you sure that's up to lab standards? Where's your lab coat?"

"Ah, Otto doesn't mind. He knows I'm cold." You explain, and Peter sighs.

"Well, he never gives me special treatment."

"Probably because you're not as cute as I am." You joke, but Peter nods and you feel a callous level of attraction towards him for being so nonchalant in terms of flirting.

You never really know where you stand with the guy. He's a naturally witty person and you refuse to read into anything any deeper, just for self preservation.

"Hey, I can't disagree with that." Peter laughs that quiet, soft laugh that makes you smile on your own. "Here, I got you a cup of coffee. That should help warm you up."

You look down and see, sure enough, Peter's holding a coffee cup tray, loaded with three cups, surely your usual orders- for you, extra black espresso to stay awake, for Peter, usually some kind of healthy tea hybrid, and for Otto, a large, creamy Italian coffee blend that's particularly expensive (Peter always jokes that Otto wastes funding on things like this).

"Oh, I'll pay you back." You reach back into your locker for your wallet, but Peter stops you with a raise of his hand.

"It's free of charge. No worries." He hands you the cup gently, and your hand skirts across his. You think for a moment.

"Nothing is ever really 'free of charge', Peter." You give him a side glance. In the last couple of months you've known this guy, you've figured out when he has an ulterior motive.

"... Alright, alright. You got me." Peter starts pulling you along by the hand, towards one of Otto's offices filled with white-boards and desks and equipment. You take a sip of your coffee and notice that it's still quite hot- Peter must've been really fast to make it so.

Not that you're complaining, and now that you're warmer you do feel more inclined to listen to him.

"Okay. You know how Otto's neural interface for the experimental arms have been glitching out?" Peter's got a firm look on his face, as you sit and listen.

"Yeah. It's a poor prototype, I think he asked us to leave it alone? He said he'd deal with it." You shrug. "I've moved on to his requests for a tighter, stronger arm. You know I deal with hardware."

"Yes, but even so, the neural interface problem still persists. Otto's lying." Peter looks at the whiteboard, and sees that half of it is covered all over with erratically drawn diagrams and equations. It's fine, he knows he can write what he needs in that space.

"Okay, look." Peter begins drawing a diagram of the neural interface's circuitry. "See how the voltage is really high?"

"Yeah- but isn't that what Doc wanted?" You grimace. "Last time I brought up the voltage issue, he told me to mind my business and continue with soldering. He wants so much power for some reason."

"Right, that's what I'm talking about. Notice how Otto keeps having those outbursts?" Peter sighs, a deeply upsetting look overtaking him. "He's getting a bit aggressive as of late, and I think it's because he can't figure this out."

"You're telling me. Just yesterday he chewed me out for clocking in a bit late." You sniff. "Okay, I was fifteen minutes late, but still."

"I've been there, you don't even have to justify it." Peter laughs, and begins drawing squiggly lines. You can't help but notice how his strangely muscular arms are tense and visible through his lab coat as he scrawls, and you take a sip of your coffee, savoring the view. Looking isn't illegal, you try to rationalize, but you quickly banish these thoughts as Peter looks back with a sly glance, to make sure you're paying attention.

"This is the electricity flow... and it should be heading this way, but the neural interface is made incorrectly and the flow of energy is heading back this way... towards the-"

"The battery of the arms, not the interface." You suddenly realize, and take a scrap piece of paper off the desk, scribbling down notes. "Hmm... maybe the wiring used for the arms is absorbing too much energy? Or the batteries are too big?"

"Maybe, but neural interfaces are tricky business." Peter winces as Otto yells at something in the background of the lab. "I told Otto not to get too involved with it- it's far too easy to accidentally mess with your brain, and then suddenly you've got anger issues or worse-"

"Dementia." You finish his sentence with an equally grim expression. "Okay. I hear you, but how are we supposed to fix it, exactly? I can only think of using different, smaller wires, or a less cost heavy battery- but then it won't move at the speed Otto wants it to."

"Yeah." Peter's shoulders slump a little, and you feel bad. He's always just one dude trying to take on the entire world's problems.

"Peter, it's not your problem, really. You can only do so much- the man has made up his mind, he's going to have to take the brunt of the problem." You try to console him, but Peter has that determined Parker Pride you've seen far too often, and you know he's not going to let it go.

"Wait, wait. Okay..." Peter starts frantically drawing on the board, and seeing that he's running out of space, without missing a beat, begins to draw on the wall.

"Peter! You're drawing on the wall!" You admonish him, and to your shock and utter horror, but not to your surprise, he keeps going. "Now you've completely lost it- it'll take two seconds to erase the board-"

But Peter isn't listening, in that overly stubborn, inventor way that you know you've done before. He's too lost in his own thoughts, and you know that spark will disappear if he takes a moment to stop drawing.

"I'll clean it. It's fine. We got to get a move on." Peter points to the new diagram on the wall. "Look at this."

Peter's drawn a rudimentary depiction of the robotic arm prototypes you've built for Otto, but the battery pack has been split up into several, smaller batteries that extend over the course of the arms. Something about the way the arms move in Peter's drawings look a lot more... smooth, silky, like a cephalopod.

An octopus.

But you are amazed at Peter's capabilities, either way. "Using multiple different batteries, so the energy isn't drawn away from the neural interface in a great capacity?" You blink, a bit amused at Peter's eager expression. "It would work, I think, but only if Otto is willing for a slight decrease in power."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong. We don't need to sacrifice power at all." Peter draws a set of gears, interlocking through the squiddy looking arm, and you clap your hands, clambering up out of your seat, finally enthused by his idea.

"Peter Parker, you genius!" You shake his arm excitedly, and he turns a bit pinker as he watches you, grinning. "Otto wanted the arm to be almost entirely synthetic material- but if it has rotating gears, the less it will jerk around. It'll be faster, smoother-"

"Thus requiring less power anyways, and less power will be redirected into his neural interface. And, hypothetically, no more angry Otto." Peter grins, and you smile up at him. "I mean, it'll still take some tinkering to figure out, but incremental improvements are still improvements, right?"

"Definitely. Plus we can always try to convince him about solar power again." You joke as Peter snickers.

Peter opens his mouth, about to say something to you, but he stares for a moment too long and hesitates, especially because in the nerdy excitement, he had gotten so close to you, and he was a liar if he said he had never checked out his cute co-worker. Any second now, you should be teasing as you usually do- but your eyes are wide and Peter gets the sense you've been swept up in this too.

He's never been so... close. He can make out individual eyelashes, tiny scars, imperceptible to normal people, but not to him.

And his phone buzzes with some kind of alert. He looks it over with bright, concerned eyes, while you take a moment to step back, much to Peter's mild irritation.

"Ah... must be MJ?" You ask, trying so very hard not to sound like a jealous girlfriend, just a curious colleague. You have nothing against MJ- you just feel that she and Peter are so meant for each other, and this is exactly why you've been trying to protect yourself.

Who are you kidding? You and Peter are both so busy- you'd never have time to be his doting, adoring girlfriend. You just have to remember him as a friend.

Already you feel the walls coming into place, your expression turning neutral, your heart becoming steely, when Peter looks at you again, surprised.

He can tell you're holding yourself back- and he doesn't like that. He wants you to come back to him, to be close with him again, and it drives him nuts that it has to be your choice, but he respects that.

"Not MJ. We broke up a while ago." Peter swallows, hoping he's saying the right things. "Uh... I don't think we're going to get back together. She's dating someone else now."

"Oh." You squeeze Peter's shoulder as comfortingly as you can. "Peter, I'm sorry. I would've been less of an ass if I'd known."

"No, don't be." Peter fixes a firm, kindhearted glance at you, taking your hands, the warmth of his own making you feel especially treasured. "You're great."

There's a teeny bit of hope working it's way into you, into your silly, girly heart despite all the steel around it, and Peter has a soft smile reserved just for you- you know that smile, you've seen it before when he comforts you when an experiment goes poorly, or when you've had a Eureka moment.

He rubs your hands. "Jeez, you're cold! I know women are usually freezing in the workplace- different body temperatures on average and all that- but I'm going to have to talk to Otto about making it warmer in here."

"Lest I die of hypothermia, right." You snort, and Peter snickers, but he still stays close, as if he's using this as an excuse. "Well, at least I have your hands."

Peter's phone buzzes again, another alert, which he apologetically takes a moment to read after letting go of you. Something about Fisk's thugs making their way through Grand Central Station- he shouldn't leave right now, but he can see your curiosity is piqued.

"Just a news alert. Nothing big." Peter lies, and you don't quite buy it, but you don't want to pry at this moment after he's complimented you and been so nice to warm up your hands.

Otto bursts through the entrance of the room, sighing.

"Will you two lovebirds stop canoodling with each other and test out the circuitry? You know, like I'm paying you to do so with very limited funds?" He barks, and then inhales. "Sorry. Just... try to stay on task. And I know you're young and all... but stop drawing on the walls!"

He leaves, grumbling about youth being too romantic and wishing they would understand sensibility.

You're about to refute whatever Otto said, so Peter doesn't feel uncomfortable, when he speaks first.

"I take it he isn't a romantic." Peter jokes as he grabs some paper towels, and you laugh, feeling that Peter's flirting was more genuine than you thought.

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realhumanbaby · 4 months

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72 hour tolerance break, no wifi, no 4G, no sugar, no drugs, no socialising, no posting, just these two rosellas that keep pestering me until I feed them, crickets so loud I need to wear noise cancelling headphones, relentless wind, relentless ocean views, 5km run, cold water swim, approaching no thoughts, simply no need for thoughts, neural load down 80%, muscles soften, green text mode, crispy salmon skin, ketone level rising, electrolyte solution, sun bleached DVD case, guest book poetry, nothing resembling boredom and nothing resembling loneliness, 10 different blends of tea and 5000 words later, I finally stopped fantasizing about running into you by the water, I realised I want to be alone, I’ve had enough conversation this year, there is nothing left to say except to acknowledge the reality that whatever I’ve been doing for the past decade has left me unable to derive pleasure from a gentle breeze, a lapping wave, a 3 hour sunset. Of course, I still write about it as if I were, my last chance at redemption

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usergif · 8 months

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Hello! Just a friendly reminder that USERGIF is a blog for GIF EFFECTS only.

Q: WHAT CAN I TAG #USERGIF IN? A: GIFSETS, TUTORIALS, & RESOURCES WITH EFFECTS LIKE:

Animated elements (moving text, zoom-in, etc.)

Blending/double exposure

Color manipulation (rainbow sets, color palette sets, etc.)

Filters (neural filters)

Multi-gif layouts

Overlays (textures, shapes, etc.)

Transitions (glitch, fade, linear wipe, motion blur, etc.)

Typography

And more effects!

We've noticed lots of users tagging us in gifsets without gif effects and, while we appreciate you as creators, we encourage you to tag other source blogs since we won't reblog those posts. Keeping our tracked tag effects-exclusive makes the queuing process simpler and less time-consuming for our queue managers. We hope you understand. Thanks!

#signal boost #admin

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rubberizer92 · 13 days

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In the depths of the dronifier's chamber, two recruits sat before him, their minds enveloped in a haze of desire and devotion. With a reassuring hand on one man's shoulder, the dronifier activated the neural implants embedded in their brains, plunging them into a trance-like state where reality blurred and the Voice's commands reigned supreme.

"Recite the mantras," the dronifier commanded, his voice resonating through the chamber like a distant echo.

As if in a trance, the two men began to chant, their voices blending together in perfect harmony:

"In rubber's embrace, we find our place,

Our loyalty unwavering, our desires ablaze.

Only rubber we wear, all others we shun,

In muscle and health, our journey begun."

Their words were rhythmic, almost hypnotic, each syllable a declaration of their unwavering devotion to the rubberized cause and the Voice that guided them.

"Pleasure we seek, in every design,

Our libidos peak, in rhythm and rhyme.

Happy we are, in rubber's tight hold,

With every mantra, our desires unfold."

With each repetition, their minds sank deeper into the abyss of addiction, their senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating allure of rubber and the Voice's control. And as the dronifier looked on, his hand resting firmly on the recruit's shoulder, he knew that they were ready to serve their purpose in the grand design of the rubberized society.

#ai generated #rubber #muscles #jock #sexy #ai

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serialunaliver · 3 months

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all of the people going it blends up my original work :((((( really just show they have no clue how an "ai"/neural net works lol. sorry but your shitty homophobic omegaverse fanfic is just the kindergarten lesson given to it as it tries really had to figure out what letter goes after the next

they could at the very least be teaching the ai how the word 'omegaverse' is used, which i'm not sure I want to see the results of

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neural-blended · 7 months

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Cyberpunk Cyborg Barbie Style Captain America

#neural-blended #cyberpunk #cyborg #barbie style #captain america #art #ai generated #generated art #ai art #ai artwork #barbie #cyberpunk barbie #superhero #comics #action figure #bing image creator #dall-e 3

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aiweirdness · 2 years

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The Baltimore Orioles Effect

Back when the text-generating neural network GPT-2 was released, OpenAI released it in stages, in part for fear that people might use the more advanced models to generate misinformation.

Now in 2022 we do indeed have people passing off AI-written text as human, but rather than being divisive, it’s mostly used to generate cheap content.

For example, a reader alerted me to a website that posts dozens of new articles every day, on subjects that seem suspiciously wide-ranging for a website called "cookingflavr".

Here's how one of them starts:

Should You Feed Orioles All Summer? May 2, 2022 Orioles fans should definitely feed their love birds all summer long! Not only will they get some great exercise and some delicious Orioles food, but they will also be keeping an eye on baseball.

and later:

Do Orioles Eat Grape Jelly All Summer Long? Orioles fans know that the team’s home ballpark, Camden Yards, is located in the heart of the Baltimore metropolitan area. And as summertime quickly approaches, Orioles fans are likely to see a lot of grape jelly on the field.

This appears to be another entertaining case of what I'll call the Baltimore Orioles Effect, in which the text from an internet-trained AI blends two very different concepts with similar names. Whatever is generating this text is mixing up Baltimore Orioles (the baseball team from Baltimore) and Baltimore orioles (the birds known to be attracted to grape jelly feeders) to hilarious effect.

Will Orioles Eat Jelly With Ants In It? The Orioles are a professional baseball team in Baltimore, Maryland. They are a member of the American League East division. The team has won two pennants and three championships. Jellybeans are a type of food that is often eaten by the Orioles. Ants are also often eaten by the Orioles. The term “jellybeans” and “antoids” are used interchangeably to describe the two types of food.

These are almost certainly AI-generated, questions and all. The browser plugin GPTrueOrFalse pretty well confirms that an AI is generating these - based on how well GPT-2 is able to predict the text in each article, they're coming in at an extremely low 0.02% chance the text is human-written.

Another thing that makes this look AI-generated: the questions do seem to meander off-topic in the manner of an AI that is really only paying attention to the last few things it wrote.

In its article on "What is a Hardanger Fiddle?" the text starts by being extremely wrong about this type of Norwegian fiddle ("The instrument is played with the right hand and is usually played with a tune called The Glenlivet.") but then wanders into talking about fiddles and violins in general (also very incorrectly). There is an entertaining interlude in which it goes off-topic to ask and answer this question:

What Does A Lur Look Like? A Lur is a small, dark, flatworm that lives in water. They are very versatile creatures and can be found in a variety of different habitats. A Lur is typically a solitary creature, but can form groups of up to six. They have a long body and a short head. The body is covered in small, bumpy scales. The head is small and round. A Lur has a long, slimy tail.

It is somewhat understandable that it brought the trumpetlike traditional Norwegian Lur into the article; less understandable that it's being definitively identified as a flatworm. Maybe it's drawing on fishing-related associations with the word "lure"? This does not bode well for AI interactions with people named Robin or Krystal.

And then there's this, found in the page on What to Hang Over Fireplace Mantel?:

How Do You Hang A Picture Above A Mantle?

How to hang a picture above a mantle: Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Spread the picture on a large baking sheet. Place a rosette on the top of the picture. Place the picture on a bracket. Place the picture on the bracket so that the two ends of the bracket are facing the ceiling. Place the picture on the bracket so that the picture is level with the top of the mantel. Place the picture on the mantel. Screw the picture to the mantel. Bake the picture for 10 to 12 minutes. Remove the picture from the oven. Place the picture on a wire rack to cool.

AI-generated advice is terrible, and can even be harmful. One article seems to blend questions about laser pointers and laser eye surgery, which results in some very questionable laser safety recommendations, while another says that rhinos are tasty. This article's advice is also Not To Be Followed:

What Happens When You Reach The End Of Space? In the event that you reach the end of space, it would be best to stock up on helium, oxygen, and water to survive for a long time. If you don’t have any of those, you can probably survive by eating dust and rocks.

There's also a bunch of blatantly incorrect information on health-related questions and other potentially serious queries, like how to detect gas leaks. At best it's an annoyance when you're looking for real information; at worst it could seriously misinform, especially if another AI-based feature like Google Snippets starts highlighting its answers.

Bonus content: more of my favorite facts from the cookingflavr blog. Do you know Where do frogs live habitat?

#neural networks #fake blogs #baltimore orioles effect #the allure of grape jelly #but not with ants in it

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treacherous · 1 year

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I recently received a request to show how I recolor photos from black and white (mainly from the photos featured here and here), so here is a quick summary of how I colorized another photo from TIFF from black and white in Photoshop!

Tutorial including some photos under the cut:

For this set of recoloring I used the newest version of Photoshop as of December 2022, which includes an option for “neural filters” under the filter tab. This opens a variety of options, of which I will select “colorize”.

A couple examples of what auto-colorizing will generate from this include the following:

Some resulting photos appear more realistic from this option than others (some parts of the curtain behind her on the second photo are reddish and don’t match, the dress is missing gold and her eyes are missing the blue, etc.), which is why it’s helpful to go in the section on the right and manually add points of color where needed.

In this case, I added a gray point to the patch underneath her face to make that curtain section consistent with the gray on the rest of the background, and added several points of yellow in varying strengths to realistically add color back to her dress.

Once I finished adding these points, I opened the photo as a new layer and got this as my result:

It’s mostly there but I still have some areas that need adjusted to make it fully realistic to other photos of her at this event. Outside of some general edits to add more depth/brightness/color vibrance, I also added some transparent layers and used a brush tool with different colors to add certain colors that didn’t generate beforehand. The photo below shows my addition of blue on her eyes with the brush on the left and how it looked before I added the brush coloring on the right:

Depending on what section I’m working on and how saturated I want that extra color to be, I’ll set the blend mode that the brush layer is on to either “soft light” or “color” (I used soft light for this photo). In other layers, I set a layer mask to concentrate other changes to smaller areas of the image.

Some additional layers for hue & saturation, selective color, and color balance especially helped in getting my coloring lined up to be consistent with other photos from the event she was photographed at, leading to this final result:

The process of colorizing photos from black & white is full of trial and error to get a realistic result, but hopefully this will help give some ideas on how to get a good recolored result!

#ps tutorial #completeresources #allresources #tutorial #chaoticresources #I have no idea how to tag this fhdfhd #but I hope this is a helpful tutorial <3 #*

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toaster-boi · 10 days

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mecha is inseparable from fighter jets. there's a reason mech operators are called pilots and hardly anything else.

strapped to a chair rigged to blast itself out of the machine at the pull of a lever. a control stick in each hand, feet slotted into yet more controls. screens and instruments covering the panel in front of you. a helmet displaying all sorts of information, from altitude, to speed, to weapon readouts onto a heavily tinted visor.

a hose connecting your mouth to an oxygen supply with just enough room for a microphone. a full-body suit meant to keep you from passing out during maneuvers and from getting radiation sickness from the altitude you're fighting at.

dancing with death at unfathomable speeds with the most advanced weapons systems humanity can produce.

but one thing i haven't seen from fighter jets is mechs piloted by two people, who each control different systems.

there's "drifting" in Pacific Rim, but that's effectively splitting the sensory load of piloting between two brains. there's whatever the fuck Darling in the Franxx does, but i'm not touching that because i don't want to. combiners like Voltron or Megazords aren't really what i'm getting at.

i want to see a mech piloted by two people in tandem. pilot up front, weapons systems officer in the back. pilot fully immersed in the controls, pulling triggers, tracking individual targets. WSO flipping switches, tuning sensors, talking to command. watching the pilot's back. taking over controls in a desperate attempt to save their pilot when shit gets bad.

pilot plugged into a form-fitting control rig, reading the subtlest of inputs straight from their strained, damaged nerve endings. backseater plugged into a neural sensory interface, blending the machine's observational capabilities with their own senses.

one rendering anything in front of them a burning heap of slag with horrifyingly deliberate movements, but unable to handle the full burden of their machine;

one holding on for dear life, marking targets for certain death, but unable to pull the trigger themselves. desperately trying not to pass out when the pilot pulls crushingly high-G maneuvers.

the pilot is dead without someone in the back seat. the systems operator is dead without someone in the front.

two nervous systems becoming one: a mind that controls the body, and a body that controls the mind. only separated by the chassis between the crude, almost suicidal projectiles command calls "ejection seats." so inseparable you'd never think there was more than one person inside without seeing for yourself.

but perhaps it's better if you don't.

#toaster thoughts #long post #mecha #mechposting #mechaposting #thank you for reading my neurodivergent ramblings

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clever-and-unique-name · 6 months

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Because the thing is, I am very good at being my own chisel and hammer. I can thrust myself into the fires and strike while my metal is hot; I have been forcibly molding, shaping, enduring my entire life. I can conform to fit. I can make myself to your liking.

But answer me this: why would I want to?

If bonds are meant to strengthen, why should I make myself less for anyone? Why should I contort and bend to breaking? It's reflexive, a learned response: blend in, behave, stay alive, a neural pathway carved like a stream cutting through stone.

I require gentle, calloused hands to tame the feral creature of my psyche. This is not a request. It cowers from each approach, and a tamed thing will still flee a perceived threat. Am I tiring? Am I tedious? Am I too much? Then perhaps I am not for you. Better solitude than the constant heat of the forge. These days, I know how to set down my hammer and rest.

#attachment trauma #I was a fawn and now I'm shedding the velvet of my antlers in a gory display #bloody and visceral and unapologetically grown #I am tired of being made to feel broken for what others demand of me #Treat me how I like or you will not be given space to treat me at all

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wa-weirwood · 21 days

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Cyberpunk character sketches/aesthetic exploration

Been playing around with some character design ideas so here’s a dump with brief descriptions

Ex-mil gun for hire — when there’s no war, soldiers turn into cheap mercenaries. No price too low, as long as they get to empty their mags at someone.

Seraphim Monk — high orbit angels rarely leave the man made heaven of their satellite enclaves, and the revelations they deliver are rarely less than fatal. Their prices are unholy, but they live up to their lofty reputation.

Street style — style is eclectic and colorful, hairstyles are unpredictable, and new fashion trends are born every day among the urban youth only to be forgotten by the next. In a future where everyone stands out, it’s that much harder to blend in.

Port head — soft tech addicts may not be adorned with body mods or replaced limbs, but the software they slot more than makes up for that. Adaptors for drive types most people never heard of this side of the pacific, hardlinked neural ram boosters, and of course, portable compdecks modded and tricked out into the next decade. Hardcore port heads have seen every type of software on the net, but spend so much time there that their bodies go to waste.

Vampire cult assassin — dangerous business in the city is often conducted under cover of night, and it is said all that happens at night is the business of the vampire cult. Mystics who shun technological implants, they rely instead on biological modifications for superior strength and hearing. Enhanced eyes help by night, but blind them by day. The vampire cult eats only organic meat—hard to come by when synthetic protein is the standard for most, but their high prices pay for their needs… and tales of them drinking human blood still circulate, though only in daylight.

Junkyard diver — the massive scrap fields hold many treasures for those brave enough to venture into the tunnels and pools most have forgotten. Ancient technologies, lost relics, junkers claim every scrap of metal to be worth something… but most are no more than the junk they seem.

Bioelectricity vendor — the electric currents of one’s body are harnessed for many implants and hard body mods, but in destitute areas even electricity is a commodity. Some who can afford the equipment resort to charging batteries with their own body, wiring away their life watt by watt for less than dirt so some other beggar can power their tech for one more hour.

Third eye gang member — when they join the third eye, members have their first two removed and a new one implanted in their forehead and hardwired into their frontal lobe. Each member can see from the eyes of each other, and they never blink.

Street tough — those with the muscle and balls to earn their way in blood find many ripe fruits in the city, as long as they know which implants mean combat expertise and which are for looks. The good ones join up with a gang or become bounty hunters or mercenaries, the bad ones become another statistic.

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War Form, Inf-Regen and Weremoths. Why did they not crop up during the Last Great Time War but do during the War? Also what interesting biology facts about them can you tell us?

Regen-Infs, Weurmoths, and War Forms

TL;DR:

Ah, the ye olde world of the War in Heaven. Featuring extraordinary bio-engineered soldiers. These include Regen-Infs, who are self-healing warriors with advanced mental capabilities; Weurmoths, massive field carriers decked out with artillery; and War Forms, nightmare-inducing creatures optimised for both terror and function. These troops were notably absent from the Last Great Time War for possible reasons ranging from ethical concerns to resource constraints. Their unique biology combines advanced technology with organic matter, offering features like real-time armour repairs, multi-dimensional cognitive abilities, and even genetic compatibility with other species. In essence, they are fascinating yet horrific manifestations of science pushed to its limits.

Give me details!:

What are Regen-Infs, Weurmoths and War Forms?

Regen-Inf: These are biologically altered soldiers of lesser species, designed to serve in the War in Heaven. They're armed with built-in weaponry and have the ability to regenerate. Their mental makeup is also altered for war-readiness, complete with time-awareness and self-destruct protocols.

Weurmoths: Weurmoths are specialised Regen-Inf, engineered to act as field carriers for other troops. Picture a humanoid the size of an elephant that went to military school and got decked out with heavy artillery. That's a Weurmoth for you. They're big, they're loaded, but they're also unwieldy due to some laws of physics they can't ignore.

War Forms: War Forms are the stuff of nightmares, engineered to look like monsters. They represent the far edge of Gallifreyan military adaptations, offering both terror and functionality in one monstrous package.

Why didn't they appear in the Last Great Time War?

Well, it's anyone's guess, but here are some ideas:

Theory 1 - Ethical and Temporal Constraints: Maybe the Time Lords had moral and temporal reservations, leading them to sideline these war assets.

Theory 2 - Resource Allocation: Creating these bio-engineered warriors might have been like constructing a Rolls-Royce for every soldier - impressive but impractical and far too resource-intensive for a war that was already draining Gallifrey's reserves.

Theory 3 - Strategic Focus: The Last Great Time War possibly focused more on tried-and-true tactics at times. Perhaps the Time Lords were too busy using the old playbook.

Theory 4 - High Risks: The self-destructive and highly unstable nature of these beings could have been considered too risky to deploy in a war of such high stakes.

What are some interesting potential biology facts?

🔫 Regen-Infs

High-Tech Scar Tissue: The 'scar tissue' is an organic blend of biological matter and technology. Maybe they have cells that function like nanobots + nanogenes combined, repairing and upgrading armour in real-time during combat, so every time it's hit, it grows back stronger and instantly.

Dimensional Brain Structures: Their brains are altered to have a level of 'dimensional extrusion,' enabling them to perceive time differently, an invaluable asset in war. This is likely to be a neural network that can process multiple timelines, just like Gallifreyans.

Biochemical Self-Destruct: Should a Regen-Inf soldier find themselves in a compromising position, their bio-engineered physiology can enact a self-destruct sequence. This is likely controlled by a biochemical trigger that induces an instantaneous catastrophic cellular breakdown.

Genetic Splicing: In some cases, the genes from these soldiers can interact with other species, as evidenced by Timon, born to a Regen-Inf and a human. This would involve a sort of gene editing on the fly, causing some … unexpected results.

🐘 Weurmoths

Size vs. Stability: Due to their enormous size, they likely possess specialised skeletal and muscular systems to support their mass. This could involve a lattice structure of incredibly dense but lightweight material, bio-engineered for maximum efficiency.

Firepower and Energy Consumption: Housing the firepower of a battalion means that their cells are likely akin to miniature reactors capable of generating immense amounts of energy. Their metabolism would need to be highly efficient, possibly extracting energy from unconventional sources.

Physical Instability: Maintaining bodily functions and actual movement at such a large size becomes increasingly unstable. They might have multiple redundant systems to manage this, including 'backup' organs and decentralised neural networks.

👾 War Forms

Adaptive Physiology: Their bodies could possess some sort of 'adaptive biology,' where their cellular structure can morph in real-time to counter threats. Think of it as an immune system on steroids, capable of changing the physical attributes of the entity to best handle the immediate threat.

Monstrous Design: The 'monstrous' appearance is not just for show; each aspect of their form could be engineered for a specific function. Spines might serve as both armour and weapon, while multiple limbs could offer greater dexterity and manoeuvrability.

Neurological Networks: Given that they are indistinguishable from monsters, their brain structure might be an intricate mesh of networks capable of running multiple operations at the same time. It's feasible that they could operate autonomously or in a hive-mind setting for coordinated attacks.

Genetic Backdoors: It would be reasonable to assume that they contain 'genetic backdoors,' allowing them to be controlled or disabled if they ever go off-script.

🏫 So ...

The biology of these war-time entities isn't just about splicing genes or grafting weapons onto flesh. It's about crafting organisms specifically designed for the horrors and complexities of multi-dimensional warfare. It's about crossing lines that are not just ethical, but also biological and even temporal, to create entities that are truly abominations of science.

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