Placeholder: 1 PILOT PLUS 2 PRODUCTIONS [vintage style noisy scratches glitches, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1970 B series movie] 1 PILOT PLUS 2 PRODUCTIONS [vintage style noisy scratches glitches, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1970 B series movie]

@generalpha

Prompt

1 PILOT PLUS 2 PRODUCTIONS [vintage style noisy scratches glitches, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1970 B series movie]

distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers

20 days ago

Generate Similar

Explore Similar

Model

SSD-1B

Guidance Scale

7

Dimensions

1024 × 1024

Similar

[vintage style noisy scratches glitches, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1970 B series movie]
We needed more oxygen.
The comparison between local (random forest) and global (neural network) models in machine learning is explored. Both models are universal approximators but differ in parameter requirements. The entire system, including data, architecture, and loss function, is crucial and connected via a learning procedure. Responsibilities within this system are discussed, such as data noise/bias, excessive architecture parameters, and aligning the loss function with the desired goal. Solutions proposed includ
Globally and Locality, intertwined in cosmic embrace, One expansive, the other confined, both find their space. A neural network mapping the universe's expanse, While randomness in forests uncovers hidden chance. Complexity and subtlety, their essence intertwined, Seeking patterns universal, or details confined. A grand symphony of knowledge in global reach, Whispered tales of wisdom in local truths they teach. Together they dance, a harmonious blend, In cosmic rhythm, their differences transcen
[vintage style noisy scratches glitches, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1970 B series movie]
Certain
In a place where no one ever came close to dreaming about... a place from a foaming brain, there is a tiny ripple of truth that duplicates sanity to reality... existence of self-pity and triumph! This is a long gone dream in which only lost souls find mercy from a god of an insane creation! Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost
Historical craniometric studies found that the Beaker people appeared to be of a different physical type than those earlier populations in the same geographic areas. They were described as tall, heavy boned and brachycephalic. The early studies on the Beakers which were based on the analysis of their skeletal remains, were craniometric. This apparent evidence of migration was in line with archaeological discoveries linking Beaker culture to new farming techniques, mortuary practices, copper-work
Certain
the materiality of 3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971 6939937510 58209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679 82148086513282306647093844609550582231725359408128 48111745028410270193852110555964462294895493038196 44288109756659334461284756482337867831652712019091
My quickened sense can only plod. Imagination waves its rod, My spirit burns with lightning splendor, Emotive faith tastes the bread of God. As moves the wind on sightless wings, Nor shadow o'er the landscape flings, While seas to chafe of foam are beaten, And plectrum sweeps all the forest strings; So through the world doth Spirit move, And presence by His working prove,— A mystery of might and music, A lonelihood of eternal love.
As twilight deepened, the stars began to emerge, twinkling in the ink-black sky like shards of diamond against velvet. Scarlett's eyes traced the constellations, finding comfort in their familiar patterns. The vastness of the universe above mirrored the vastness of the land below, reminding her of her place in this grand tapestry of existence. In this moment, Scarlett "Silver Spurs" felt a profound connection to the land. She understood that the landscape held stories untold, secrets waiting t

© 2025 Stablecog, Inc.