The smoke of a cheap cigar drifted across Ros’s nostrils.  She stirred slightly, but was not fully awake.  In the distance she could hear the shuffling, dealing of cards accompanied by the twang and clink of credits on a makeshift card table.

Maintenance accessways were always next to and parallel to public bulkheads. The accessways were accessible through two doors allowing for the ability to traverse between compromised sections of the station without exposing safe ones. The tandem doors worked mechanically ensuring no mistakes could be made in quarantining one section from another.

Emerging from Stu’s apartment was a bustle of activity as inhabitants evacuated the Solar Solarium. There was an interesting blend of frantic individuals mixed with the calm less concerned looks from Stu’s neighbors. 

The actual name of the La’zen was not known.  In some of the older passages or corridors of the station could be found the letters that, perhaps, provided the full name of the station, but most inscriptions were faded and worn out.  In almost all cases the letters ‘La’ were visible and more often than not the letters that ended the inscription were ‘zen…

The sleek stranger shifted his stance slightly producing a squeak as rubber boots dragged across the smooth surface of the floor.  With dark pooling eyes, long spider-like eyebrows the man stated: “What is this? How long have you been here?”

Ambient blue light came from a  mostly closed door.  The scent of burnt plastic could be smelled from outside and a thin line of smoke wafted out of the apartment. Inside, kneeled over a pile of gears and wires, could be found a male looking to be a few years younger than Roz.

Roz’lin was fond of her sanctuary, the bay that now moored a crimson ship. She took care to not be followed whenever she visited. Not knowing when the sleek owner would return she slipped beneath a grate, entered a maintenance tunnel, dropped down a few decks and slithered through a conduit corridor before finding her way to a more populated area. P…

Engines hum as an adjustment in altitude is routinely made by a mechanical giant orbiting an inhabitable, yet desolate planet.   Creaking and popping of plating and bulwark expanded and contracted due to temperature changes of portions of the station shifted between light and dark. With the revision of course complete a reversing flare came from a thrus…

Playing with Chat GPT and getting it to respond in using a scene of three characters got me thinking on how those characters might look like.   I decided that the characters would be a fun thing to try using Chat GPT’s counterpart Dall-E. 

I’ve played with getting Chat GPT respond differently a couple of times.  Today I was extremely excited to see a prompt for me to set “Custom instructions” in my session with Chat GPT.   The instructions indicate that you can give you can inform Chat GPT two things: