The Plasmatic Writer

The Omega Man (1971) dir. Boris Sagal

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I did a few regular enough prompts; only I used a lot of B-Movie Western slang with a lot of

owlhoots, galoots, hombraes, rootin tootin, and other wild west frontier gibberish.  

The AI made a game try of it, but to say the least, happy trails it was not.

Gentlemen, we are dealing with the undead. Nosferatu? Yes, nosferatu, the undead, the vampire. The vampire attacks the throat. It leaves two little wounds: white with red centers.

Oh, in the name of God! Now I know what it feels like to be God!

To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious!

halloween → psycho 1960 (dir: alfred hitchcock)

I think that we’re all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.

It only remains for me now to await the daylight hours where I will with God’s help forever end this man’s reign of terror!