"Person Showing Disproportionate Anatomy"

It's not perfect. But I've got "Rhea." She's my 3D printer. She's a pretty gal, and she's got some gumption inside of her. It's been fun to figure out how she works. She says hello.

(Yeah, I'm running low on filament! But it's gone to good use so far.

Anyway, that series of pics, at the top? It was created using one single picture. Y'all haven't seen the OG pic yet. It was just a single selfie on a tripod. So I give this website I used some serious street cred -- it took I single pic, from a single angle, and did a pretty OK job, not gonna lie. The boobs are too even, the face doesn't really do anything, I WISH I was that skinny in the waist, but I am surprised that it somehow deduced that I simply do not have a butt...

But(t), it will eject an .stl file, ready to feed into the 3D printer's "slicer" program, and then? Melty plastic, 3D shapes. Pretty wonderous shit, if you step back from the trees and think about the forest for a sec.

It even used AI to determine, of its own accord, a text description of what the subject is, in the image. Hence the title of this post.

I think "Person Showing Disproportionate Anatomy" will be a fine name for my "Memoir No. 3." I'll put a pin in that, but remind me, in case I forget.

Thing is, though, it gets me thinking. If this is what one pic can do, I can probably do full-fledged, detailed sculptures on Rhea with... What? Three to four pictures? AI is all the rage, and I am bloody fascinated with it. As a person who makes a living on creativity, I have my reservations, but... What's that thing? The times, they are 'a changing? Something like that.

Plus, I'm kinda broke after that whole silly 'septic shock' thing, and the weeks in bed that followed, so I'm tinkering around with ways to blend Yours Truly with enough creativity to make sure there's a lot of love installed into every bit of it, even if I'm not sure what side of the Butlerian Jihad I'm gonna end up on.

And, sure. I might feel like a "traitor to my kind," but... When the hell else, in the history of our species, would I have ever been able to say, "Hmm... Maybe I'll whip out a camera, take some fun pictures, and turn it into a full-fledged, fucking chess set? I wasn't able to do that before. Those were too many skills.

I must admit, I am still wrapping my head around the idea of this new... veritable dimension of tools we have now. At least my liquid diet has subsided. I missed the other type of liquid. (Whisky = Mah Boo, but I was a good girl.)

I have a hackneyed thing in my head, but it's not there yet. More to come, my lovelies. Just trying to make little notes like this more of a "Thing." Sparking a creative fire, and all that.

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Wait...

"Thing..." Chess... Whisky...Sparking a creative fire... Showing Disproportionate Anatomy...

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Ugh. I just couldn't help it. (Turned out way better than I expected, to be honest. If you get Sterling-Cooper-Draper-Pryce on the phone, tell 'em ChatGPT sent ya.)