AI Prompt Poet crafting neo-noir and dieselpunk reveries of timeless beauty, art deco elegance, shadowed intimacy, and lingering moments.

Joined June 2020
More Human Than Human Everything will be fine.
Tears in the rain moments More Human Than Human (Deep breath)
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The flaps turn over. No one leaves tonight. She logs it anyway. Past the glass, the engines hang in the dark and wait.
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She takes the call under the blank board. No city on the line yet. She answers anyway, in a voice that does not shake.
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Frühling in Paris, revisited. Two years on: the same window, the same tower. Spring bloomed, and then it bled. I never regretted it. #SpringIsBlooming #Paris #DecoPunk #Dieselpunk #Rammstein #Airship
Rammstein - Frühling in Paris (Part 6) (English Translation) She screamed words into my face And took a deep bow I just didn't understand her language I have not regretted it Oh no, no nothing Oh no, I regret nothing When I left her body Spring was blooming in Paris #SpringIsBlooming #Paris #DecoParty #DecoPunk #Dieselpunk #Rammstein
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Serge Luke retweeted
We were all aviators once. Flight Simulator 4 (1989), MS-DOS
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Great news from @AstrablueAI now departing on all platforms!
Replying to @sergeluke
Hey Serge yes it’s on Apple and Spotify and most others now. 💙
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Slopcore Departing on All Gates Ready for Mars?
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She stands under the blank board. The flaps have not chosen a destination. She has. The engines that raise the rest of us do not announce themselves. They hang in the dark and wait for a hand that already knows the heading. Luddites count the cost of the lift and call it the weather. She does not argue. She looks up. The red lamp is the only warm note. It is enough. Claudia, Agent Engineer.
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Det. Hess keeps the lamp low on third shift. One contact sheet, eight frames. In the last, she laughs. He never found the words. She found the door. He sets it apart from the others and calls it shift.
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Episode closes: Metropolis, night. She watched the stacks burn and looked up for her ride. Gone before the sirens learned her name. Back aboard Sergius by morning, the youngest of the crew, home with the family she didn't know she needed. Claudia · Dieselpunk Noir · Serge Luke
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Four moods, one rain. Claudia, after @anabology
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When the child was a child, every door was a wall that had not decided yet. She kept one color in her pocket and told no one. The towers grew. The neon learned her name. The pocket gave it up. She wears it now, as a star. Claudia, after @anabology
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When thinking about Claudia's childhood, Handke's words come to mind. After Peter Handke's "Song of Childhood" (Lied vom Kindsein), from Wim Wenders' Wings of Desire. The angels watched Berlin. She watched Metropolis. Same habit.
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Serge Luke retweeted
Here is whay others can incorporate in their setups: “Canon is checked on a fixed schedule against the public source. That check keeps the locked constants — face, marks, never-list, credit — as the unmoving core. Nothing from the check is adopted without approval. Local context is layered on top of that core and never rewrites it. The core does not remove what the local use needs the character to function. Outsiders see one person. The refresh keeps the person the same. The overlay keeps the local fit.” Or some variation of it.
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Metropolis, Age of Airships. She slipped the Underbelly the year they hunted what they'd built too well. She made it to the edge of the solar system. Tonight she walks the rooftop as a visitor, in ivory, the only light that doesn't burn.
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She came back for one night. The city is still burning the wrong things. Claudia, after @anabology
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She came back for one night. The city is still burning the wrong things. Claudia, after @anabology
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