AI Illustrates the Story 22

This week in 'AI Illustrates the Story', we read part 1 of chapter 44 of 'The Corona Virus Saga'.  Illustrations are by CLIP Guided Diffusion.

You can learn a lot about an AI by how it illustrates a story.

The Corona Virus Saga - chapter 44 - part1

Back to Nature, the 'get back to nature while paying us for the privilege of doing so' cult, was doing a booming business ever since the troubles began.

Everyone wanted to get back to where they once belonged. In nature. With their bare asses in the air. Feeling the breeze.

Back to Nature was convinced that the current troubles were caused by 5G technology. Like their leader Big Jim said, "5 G’s is too many man. It disrupts the fabric of time and space. Allows portals of entry to our space-time continuum by all sorts of nefarious folks. With dubious intentions."



As any good 5G salesman will tell you,

"When have we left anything like the collapse of the fabric of time and space prevent us from pushing forwards the boundaries of knowledge, to reap the hardware benefits of greater communication technology, why with 5G direct to brain interconnect you’ll never be out of the picture. You’ll be in the direct feed. All of the time. Getting the really good stuff. Oh so sweet. Oh so fine.

Quality imagery in the feed. An 'all the news you’ll ever want to read' kind of event.

Even more. So much more. So much you’ll be needing some filtering ad ons.

And the firewall for downloads from the future. You definitely want that add on. It will cost you extra. But in the end it will cost you so much less. Trust me on this one."


To get rid of 5G technology, Back to Nature wanted to destroy civilization. As their Big Jim said, "once you sit and think about it, things just all begin to make sense."

"We need a clean beginning. Force everyone to get back to nature whether they want to or not. Especially those 'or not' people. They are like flies in the ointment. Got to clean them out. Convert em or kill em, don’t make much difference in the end. Everybody's doing their part. Helping things along. We all have a place in this. Rest assured. No one was forgotten."

No one was forgotten, but no one really paid any attention to the 2 fine fellows leaving the Back to Nature meeting out the side entrance right before the meeting was over. Both fine fellows wearing Hawaiian shirts with patches sewed onto them. No kool-aid and cookies for these 2, they had to get back to work.

So into the Ford Taurus they put themselves, and then down the road they headed. Got to stay inconspicuous, got to not draw attention. Blasting Peabo Bryson on the crappy car stereo (a cassette player no less), not to be confused with Peabo Johnson, the employee at the McDonalds where the incident happened, while he was working the grill station on the night shift.

Let's use our fly eye spy camera from the future to join in on their conversation as they hurtled down the highway, headed for the state line.

"I tell you, Jon Frum is a Boogaloo.

I heard it myself from the self appointed leader of our Boogaloo movement, Roy G Biv.

He said we heard Jon Frum say he had 'become unreasonable'. That’s when we knew.

Why he was here. To help us. And our movement. It just made sense."

"Wow." Holds out meat stick. "Slim Jim?"

"No thanks. Got to watch my weight.

So Roy G Biv, he laid it all out at the last meeting. Before the acid kicked in and he started speaking in tongues. Do you realize there's a whole language hidden in there, in the speaking of tongues. All kinds of messages just waiting for you to figure them out.

Anyway, Roy said how important it was that we all get to the center. The entity was very specific about that. We have to gather all of the clan, all of the Boogs, and head towards the center. And bring lots of guns too. That was very important."

"No worries there, Padre. We got enough firepower to take out anything in our way. And then some."


Chews on the Slim Jim. Boy they're good.

After all, what could be more ‘being unreasonable’ then burning that whole StarGate fucker up in flames. Burn it up, turn it into smoke and cinder, cinders floating up into the air, headed into space, headed towards the stars. That's where we're going. To turn everything into cinders. Motherfucker. Damn these Slim Jims are tasty."

His fine friend continued.

"And not only that, we’re teaming up with Back to Nature. That's why we snuck into their meeting. Because we have the same ultimate goal. Total Destruction. By any and all means possible. By any means necessary"

Bill chews and chews on that Slim Jim. Which was starting to look like one of those leather dog chew sticks that had been chewed on a little bit too much. All white and pulpy.

"But aren’t they all almond milk latte sippers, freshly scrubbed white folk from the suburbs, or that Williamsburg place in Brooklyn..." I mean they all looked the same to the Boogaloos. "Why would we want to hang with them? Break bread? Share a joint?"

"Because they’re paying us Bill, because they’re paying us."

"Well why the fuck didn’t you say so in the first place. Cash on the barrel. Now we’re talking business."


More Slim Jims he thought to himself. More Slim Jims. They were so good.

They ejected that sweet Peabo tape, and turned on the radio. PBS was devoting a whole hour episode to the crisis. Along with little musical interludes that were usually the intro to some rocking song they cut off before things got happening. The anchors and guests were weighing in on the recent troubling events.

"And we need to get business going again. Get on the ‘gangplank to great stuff’."

 


That was the new government slogan. We’re all walking together, walking together on the ‘gangplank to great stuff’. Why just reach out and grab some. Be careful there, you don’t want to slip. It’s a long, long way down. All the way down to punch cards and paper tape. Giant metal teletype terminals banging out whatever at a quarter page a minute. Top speed, that metal was getting hot from all that metal clanging together. And boy were they loud. I mean, we’re talking RTL logic people. Maybe even vacuum tubes. You do not want to go back there, trust me.

So we need to hang together as we gingerly make our way across the 'gangplank to great stuff'.


We all need to get to the other side.
To get to the big luau.