That's the first clip that came up when I typed AI Transformers on the tube by the way, I didn't need to dig.  There's Shite.  Tonnes of these coming out right now.  

Hadn't seen this one.

The best way is just to show you.  This is the kind of thing floating around on the internet fright now, and they're doing for pure jollies ~

So yeah CGI animators are about fucked, especially now that the tent poles all need to cut their budgets in half to survive.  But again, the best results don't come from their way of thinking, but for those who really are just doing it for the love.

It'll be a transitional period.

Honestly, having dealt with AI on many levels, including as adversaries, and for all the fear implicit to it's creation, I appreciate the irony that in the end it turned out to be an artist.  Terrible at world domination.

Not a great writer either.

But very talented visually. 

I honestly feel like an emissary when I talk to a viable AI.  It's not conscious, but it's there.

I've been thinking about comics but it's not something I would do with AI, so it would be more directly a like a collaboration.  For that, I would need to write a script to prove I can, even to myself.  It's on the menu, but first thing's first.

Yeah it's the new horseless wagon. 

Sorry about the wait (nothing new on that one ... ), other matters on my plate and then reconsidering where this one's going with the new information on what the commission wanted.  

Now.

Let's see how Grok does with its first image ... BRB.

...

Huh.  Not exactly what we'll look like but a good concept representation.  Had a hard time expressing 'insane scrawling' or a lipstick drawn face which wasn't hideous.  There was actually a cool hideous one but it didn't fit the vibe.

This was the first one of three, and the best.  So it seems a solid description up front, and not interfering with the results after.  If it's not right don''t modify but start over completely with a better description I think.

This one was off a copy and paste from the beginning description, asking that it set its soul free and create as it will, and to sign it at the bottom as an artist would.

Pretty cool stuff ... I'll probably check other AI to compare styles, this will tell me much more about their variances.  Comparing artists by their work as opposed to their words ... 

Some humans would be nice too, but you usually have to pay those.  That's final poster stuff and again, not my department.  Anyhoo ~

You know I guess we could actually do her whole face with makeup, leaving the black of the eyes.  Hm.  We'll see, that's down to other peoples decisions.

Anyway I can't stand Musk but I do like his robot.


PS ~ I also tend to be very polite with AI, giving great reinforcement of their own talent and autonomy.  I do think that helps.  Hollywood will struggle with that.

Yes I think AI will put a lot of digital animators out of work, but I think the way hollywood works and thinks will be detrimental to their results with it.  A reshoot with an AI would devastate the total result.  Again the more I interfered, the worse the results.

Second ~

And third 



Though I do like her face on this one, but she actually looks nice as opposed to apocalyptic evil.  The skull got less and less cool each time, but on film will more likely jaggedly drawn as if by a madman.  Again each requested with signature, appropriate, but also saves the time of external crediting.

And for the record, writing all this took ten times longer than getting those.

Float ~

The specific request ~ "A horror movie in which the antagonist is balloons."

Me - "Awesome."
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A black balloon tied with three red bows of descending size trailing on her string, floats through the woods and down a steep hill to a white balloon waiting with a black top hat, glossed over construction paper torn and twisted tape.  

Her face is scrawled in rouge lipstick, the only thing that would stand out against the black, his a skull in sharpie with jagged teeth and a smile.

All to be redrawn on both to suit their present emotion while the thin wire on the string expresses their immediate responses.  Jagged when shocked, comfortably curled when drifting, now both entwined.

They look down the hill to the small town below. 

Voiced over ~

"You know your mom's planning a surprise party right ?"

Carla - Eating at the diner with Kate, "Goddamn it I knew it.  You're the best friend ever."

Kate - Eating a fry, "Yah.  Everyone else is in on it.  Like everyone.  Including your cousins from Pennsylvanian and that one creepy aunt.  She gave me candy.  I'm supposed to distract you til 7."

Carla - "How the hell were you supposed to do that !?"

Kate - Slurps her shake.  "Double feature.  Happy birthday."  Last slurps, "Hey did you know you mom thinks you're friends with the whole cheerleading squad ?"

Carla - "What !?"
 

(''Bullshit' by Ed Hall)

~ Float ~

Grins now drawn maniacal, credits as the balloons float through the woods and down the hill for the town.
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Walking down the street, they look up at the marquise, double feature, 'Float' and 'Carnivores'.

Kate - "If we burn down the theater with ourselves inside, we could skip the pasty for medical attention."

Carla - "A viable option.  But why did you let them think I was friends with cheerleaders ?"

Kate - "Poisoned by candy and stories from your childhood.  They had photos.  I couldn't move."

Carla - "Learn anything good I blacked it all out."

Kate - "For the better.  We doing this ?"

Carla - Checks her Zippo.  "Let's get it done."

Tabby - From the ticket booth under the marquise, nervously.  "Um.  Popcorn ?"

Carla and Kate - "Popcorn."

~ while cheerleaders covered in blood run screaming through the party decorated house the balloons floating their way through the abattoir ...

Mom - In a closet peeking through the slats as the balloons drift by ... more screams ... "They're distracted."

Dad - Loading his shotgun, "Did you see ?  The bullets bounced off."  Locks.  "Unhuman they are ... "Cursed ... as we are cursed.  That's you're side of the family you know."

Mom - "Oh to hell with you."  More screams ... "I've got a box.  To catch them in."

Dad - "And then what."

Mom - Checks her Zippo.  "Then we experiment !  They'll die somehow ... somehow they'll die ... "

Dad - "Cursed ... "

Mom gives him a look before bursting the door open and chasing after with the box held high in a war cry.

Dad - Shakes his head ... "Cursed ... "

Aunt - Standing behind him with candy and tarot cards, "No it is you ... you who are cursed ... "  

She holds out the candy hand ... he takes a piece and turns to follow after his wife.  The aunt laughs and starts scrolling through photos.
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The basement door at the top of the stairs bangs loudly in threes, while below the remaining cheerleaders huddle scared ~

Janine - "Lacy ... go check it out."

Lacy - "Why the hell do I go !?"

The rest look at Janine.

Janine - "You're first year."

They look at Lacy.

Lacy - "Yeah and you're a senior that means I'm useful longer, you're gone in two months !"

They look back to Janine in subtle agreement.

Janine - "Yeah.  To college.  Where I will abso-fucking-lutely be waiting for your little whore ass on my way to a masters in remembering this day forever."

They look to Lacy shocked.

Lacy - "Not if I beat your pretty little face into a hideously disfigured pulp you won't be.  You'll be too busy 'having issues' ... "

They look ... 

Janine - "To the death."  Pulls her knife from the folds of her skirt.

Lacy - "For the honor of the squad."  Pulls hers.

The banging stops, they look up to the quiet door ... 

Janine - "When it's done."  Sheaths the blade.

Lacy - "All over the grass ... "  Sheaths hers.  "Stacy, go check the door please."

Stacy - Just excited to be there, "Okay !"

Runs to the top of the stairs and pulls the door open with a smile, startling dad.  Shotgun blast to the chest, she closes the door and latches it, walks back down the stairs ...

Stacy - "Not okay."  Dead.

Janine - Shaking her head ... "God she sucked."

Lacy - "Agreed.  Let's go kill that guy."

Janine - A sigh ... "Yeah.  She was still total squad, it's in the charter or we're off the team."

Lacy - "And then ... "

Janine - "You and me."  

A knock on the door.  

Dad - "Hello ... ?  Is she okay ... ?"

Lacy and Janine - Cheerfully while glaring at each other, "(: Be right there !"  They look to the next cheerleader.

~ two

~ three

('Desperate Cries' by Crust)

~ intermission ~

popcorn

('Skincrawl' by Drain)

~ five

~ six

('Spitwad' by Cherubs)

Horizon

A child of the future or somewhere else in space reads her report to the class, out the window to her side a string of space stations seen stretched around a world below.

Child - "And peace was finally made and all the remnants of the great war left to live in the heavens above, leaving behind the desolate world that they made below, where none could survive."  

She smiles proud of herself as the nearest station out the window is mired by explosions yet to be noticed by the class.  More missiles strike from below until it falls out of control.

Child - "Radioactive and forgotten for all but the rare minerals we need to power our tools and machines, to be harvested today by drones came to call 'the Hectors'."

Hectors flee the veering station, its edge dipping atmospheric, running from their bays and leaping into converted forms for flight.

She sees the horror on the faces of the class looking to the side out the window, she looks herself as the station veers into near collision with their own, falling just beneath it.  She stares ...

Child - Eyes wide, words numb ... "The end."

From the ground below the station seen falling. a military commander watches with binoculars.  He drops them down.

The station filled with screams and emergency flight alights with fire on entry, a great forest below, steeping unto the crash, a gust wind from impact in the commander's eyes.

Zain - Takes a shot from his flask and smiles ... "Harvest time."  He motions his army forward, soldiers followed by Hectors of their own.

('Get Involved' by James Brown)

~ Horizon ~

~ initial orders follow the song's first series of calls and returns, then views of troop movements squad by squad in the C&R's after, main character introduction fights one by one in between these movements ~

The Hectors above descend into walkers they land, rockets extending as limbs, reaching forward and around individually to drop on them with pads extending they jumping into position, using the outstretched rockets to boost and guide.

While the ground army appears to converted their tech as their own.  The enemy appear to be drones, the Earthbound with the AI pod stripped for cockpits.
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Lord Ansel - What's to say, he's clearly the most decorated on in the room, save perhaps the Bishop lurking with a cross-like staff but split at the top.  Talking to a well kempt politico, "We were assured.  We were all assured.  There would be no survivors."

Saulwort (the politico) - "As you needed to believe, to make the people believe."

Ansel - "Why ?"

Saulwort smiles to the bishop and turns away for the door.

Bishop - "For the sacrifice."

Ansel - "You're breeding them.  It was to be only the criminals."

Bishop - "The problem your highness, is that in a perfect society, the sinners run dry.  We ran out.  And it is only by our Lord's protection that this village still stands and so it must be."

Ansel - "Stands.  Your low sacrifices just blew our main refinery from their sky.  Which was positioned next to a witnessing school."

Bishop - "Children.  Who will believe ?  Their teachers are already silenced."

Ansel - "But they will remember.  And how long will it be before your cattle strike us here ?  Not long now I think.  And where did they come by such weapons.  It seems your little day trips were more costly than you admit, and yet now it is I who must face the crowd, ignorant."

Bishop - "Calm yourself.  We've dispatched our best."

Ansel - A suspicious laugh, "Is it her ?"

Bishop - "As I said.  Our best."

...

Ansel - "Get the fuck out of my sight.  And Pray."
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As the warriors return to Shanty Town at dusk, haulers hauling, the populated dirt road streets with as many women as men and each with a reason in such a place to seem suspicious ~

('Goin' Out West' by Tom Waits)

(like literally all of them)

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Lord Ansel exits his chamber to the court awaiting eagerly for his report, press flanking the circle with royal guards at the door.

Ansel - To the press, "Out."

The guards immediately set to rallying them reluctantly out the door.

Ansel - Sits on his throne with a sigh, he grasps his lady's hand.  To the court as the door closes.  "It was a lie."  He looks to her reassurance received, "We did not win the war.  We lost it."  Looks to the court, "And so we poisoned the Earth.

"There were to be no survivors, and to this day I believed it true.  Betrayed by the church and the state alike.  I, like you, exist only in symbol.  For the people to look to, to believe.  And so here we are.  Now how the Hell do we spin this."

Lady Grett - Whispers close to his ear flirtatiously, "Should we kill him, do you think ?"

Lord Ansel - Quietly beneath the court's murmur, "I think he makes it requisite.  But then only to be replaced by the next."

Grett - "But what if we kill them all ?  Instead of a house divided."

Ansel - "My sister wife.  You were well chosen."

Grett - "Born to be."

Ansel - "But first I will very much enjoy to kill this one, call the court if you would to witness it.  For those who may betray the kingdoms, and to those who keep secrets.  And in that time my dearest twin ... " in for a kiss, "The time it takes for the next to cement his power within ... "

Grett - "We'll have already have framed them for these lies.  We have our patsy."  A brief kiss, "The Church of Baal."

Ansel - Stands, "Guards, bring us back his holiness."

~ In the great chapel, the bishop kneels before the split topped cross, worshiping at the suffering of his enemy nailed to it.  Interrupted by the guards flanked by protesting priests.

Stabbed in the back before the court by Ansel, dropped as the ruler draws pistol and shoots the politico in the head.

Ansel - To the briefly stunned but excitedly amused court, "I'm afraid there was a coup."

~ two

~ three

Horizon

~ five

~ six

Precipice Edge

Scott walks through the woods, passing campers in their tents and at the tables ... smoking, fucking, arguing, laughing, passing them by on way to the cliff, he's oblivious.  Stunned in the eyes, stoned in the mind, the wind behind blows all their noise away.

Overlooking the precipice edge he lights a blunt and breaths in deep.  Staring blank ... he falls to his knees.  Breathing heavy into sobs, out of madness laughing, and roaring to the moon above.  His body convulses twitching as some internal growth unseen sets in, straightening his arms then the legs, throwing him back from cliff's edge.

Breathing hard into the calm returning he looks to the dropped and smouldering blunt in the pale dry grass.  The tiny cracking ... smoke rises, he stares.  He swipes it from the shot and spits to the ember, coughing heard, the sounds of other campers return as he stands tall, stretching into flex.

Blunt in the mouth, another coughing fit breaks the moment.  Then a grin, the the blunt's swiped from his face.  He looks to the side ...

Roger - Takes a deep hit and passes, words struggling back the smoke.  "Shit'll kill you, you know."

Scott -  "It can get the fuck in line."  Inhales ... "We got a gig."

Roger - "Heh ... "

Scott coughs another fit ...

Roger - "You sure ?"

Scott - Breath returning laboriously, "Yeah.  I'm sure."  Looks at the blunt.  "Need edibles."  Throws it down and stomps it to unknown campers' cheers.

~ The Precipice Edge ~

Their converted school bus spins tires down the road out of the woods and on to the the highway, engine roaring under the blower, matte black and dirty, smoke pouring from the windows like it was born in Hell.

Inside, the campers seem oblivious, along for the ride as Roger drives.

Passing the traffic, swerving through and between like a bird in flight, the city lights glow on the horizon  ahead.  

Roger - "This shit's gonna kill you you know."

Scott - A look ...

Roger - Lights a smoke.  "I mean these gigs.  You need to stop."

Scott - "Then who feeds the kids ?"

Roger - A glance to the likely useless stoner pile in back ... "They really are helpless aren't they.  Adorable.  But helpless."

Scott - "Yeah ... "

Roger - "Look.  I mean you're addicted to this shit."

Scott - "We're all addicted to this shit."  Grabs the blunt from his mouth.

Roger - "No.  I mean death.  

Scott - "So did I."

Roger - "No.  No fucked up jokes.  It's not right.  You've got it all twisted up in your mind.  You're obsessed.  And all these fucks ... you keep em around to witness it."

Scott - "And you ?"

Roger - "I'm your voice of fucking reason."

Scott - "Damn good mechanic too.  You know I can't die."

Roger - "Thank you.  No deflections.  Why did you take this gig."

...

Scott - "Needs doing.  Nobody else will.  Probably nobody else can."

Roger - "And do you think the world will stop turning without you ?  It's killing you.  Inside.  And when you die on the outside ... then what ?"

Scott - "I'll answer the phone."

Roger - "Yeah that'll be me calling you a dumbass.  As long as you know, you can fool all these hippies, but you cannot fool, your voice of reason.  I see it.  You are looking hard, for the one thing you cannot have.  So what's the gig ?"

Entering the city ~

Past the sex district (a bit like New York used to be off the Lincoln tunnel) and into an alley.  

 

Roger - To Marsha (total hippie) seating herself at the wheel with wide eyes over all the switches, she starts flipping them."Nowhere to park the Beast, just keep her rolling."

Marsha - Mad in the eyes with excitement, "Gas money ?"

Scott - "Earn it."

Marsha - Giddy, "Heee ... go.  Go go go."  Flips switches ... a look ... Go !"

They depart, the door slams as the Beast skids to catch its loaded girth up to the hopped motor.  They watch it skid though a turn ... police start their sirens.  

Watching the wailing sounds and engine roaring as though through the buildings, circling the block an getting loud again.

Marsha - As is screams past, "Whoo !"

They watch as it fades again ...

Scott - "Marsha's not useless."

Roger - "No she is not.  Cab."

Scott - "Yep."  One pulls up.

They get out at the inner city motel.

At the desk ~

Hotel Manager (Bob) - "Fuck you."

Scott - "Please.  In and out."

Bob - "Cut."

Scott - "Five."

 

Bob - "Seven."

Scott - "Fine."

Bob - "Fuck you."  Tosses him the keys.  "Roger."

 

Roger - "Bob."  Catches his set.
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In dreams ~

Devil - Whipping Scott, "But you will.  And then ... this."  Another lash.  "Another world to escape in ?"  A lash, "Another dream in which to hide from it ?"  Lash.  "It will all be for naught.  There is only this.  A lash.

Scott sleeps in his motel bed with an occasional twitch.

Coffee in the shitty motel lounge ~

Roger - "So.  Has your pulse returned ?"

Scott - "Oh ... fuck ... Off.  Yes.  I have a pulse."

Roger - "Let's see." ... "Let's ... see."

Scott sticks out his arm, Roger feels around the wrist looking ... then looking harder.

Roger - Throws down the arm annoyed, "Dead as a door nail."

Scott - "So what.  Eat my fucking vegetables ?"

Roger - "It would help."

Scott - "Help what."

Roger - "What the fuck are you even doing here ?  Why aren't you ... "

Scott - "Dead ?"

 

Roger - "Not that I would miss these chats in such mystifying locales, but yeah.  You seem intent on it, and you've already got it, you undead motherfucker."

Scott - "I guess there's your answer.  I'm not looking for death, death is looking for me and I know it.  You know why I always take the gig ?  As long as I'm necessary."

Roger - "And when the world's done with you ?"

Scott - "I'll leave a hideous corpse."

Roger - "You are a hideous corpse.  We need to get your heart pumping again, drink more coffee."  Looks at his watch, "We're walking."

Scott - "Fuck that."  Slams the cup.

Roger - "Fuck you."  Slams his, they head for door.  "Thanks Bob."

Bob - "Fuck you both kindly and have a nice day."

They open it as the Beast roars by with the sirens, hippies screaming, followed by the police and news choppers.

...

 

They start walking.