Robot Cowboy
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- [Verse 1] Out in the desert where the night winds sigh, A silver hat casts a shadow wide. Rust on his boots but his aim’s still true, He rides the range ‘neath a copper-blue. [Chorus] He’s a robot cowboy, ticking like a clock, Out in the dust where the cattle flock. No heart to break, no tear to shed, Just a hat sitting proud on a bowtie head. [Verse 2] His shadow stretches in the setting sun, Solar cells charging ‘til the day is done. Steel fingers strum an old ghost tune, Sparks fly gentle under the silver moon. [Pre-Chorus] He don’t bleed, he don’t cry, Just gears and wires ‘neath a painted sky. [Chorus] He’s a robot cowboy, ticking like a clock, Out in the dust where the cattle flock. No heart to break, no tear to shed, Just a hat sitting proud on a bowtie head. [Bridge] He hums like a motor when the night grows still, A lonesome ranger with a processor’s will. No one remembers, no one knows his name, But the plains still echo with the sound of his frame. [Final Chorus] He’s a robot cowboy, rust on his boots, Wired for wandering, programmed for truth. Through dust and dawn, he will always ride, A robot cowboy, beneath the endless sky.
- Rozmiar
- 768 x 1280
- Kroki próbkowania
- 25
- Metoda próbkowania
- Euler a
- Skala CFG
- 6
- Niepożądane
- worst quality, bad quality, very displeasing, displeasing, bad anatomy, artistic error, lowres, bad hands, signature, artist name, multiple views, variations, old, oldest, missing fingers, excess fingers, extra hands, excess hands, extra fingers
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1other, robot, solo, cowboy shot, from below, retro-futurism, western, desert, wilderness, wasteland, canyon, mesa, cowboy hat, poncho, duster coat, bandolier, holster, retro sci-fi gun, mechanical parts, glowing eye, vacuum tubes, walking, adjusting hat, hand near holster, cracked ground, dust, sunlight, harsh shadows, mid-century modern aesthetic,
From a low angle, a lone retro-futuristic robot gunslinger stands paused mid-stride across the cracked red clay of an expansive desert wilderness. Its body is assembled from riveted matte brass and weathered olive-tinted tinplate panels showing sun-bleached wear, with visible hydraulic pistons at the joints, bundles of braided copper wire at the neck, and three warm amber vacuum tubes glowing faintly behind an iron grate in its chest plate. Its head is a rounded mid-century dome with a singular horizontal glowing amber ocular slot, topped with a battered, dust-caked wide-brim cowboy hat. Draped over its metallic shoulders is a heavy tan canvas duster, frayed at the edges and catching the arid desert wind. A thick leather bandolier loaded with glowing glass-and-copper energy cells crosses its chest, anchoring down to a low-slung hip holster that houses a bulbous retro-futuristic raygun revolver. The automaton's weight rests firmly on its forward mechanical boot, crushing dry shale into the earth, with its left articulated hand raised to tip the brim of its hat while its right metallic hand hovers tensely inches above the raygun's grip. In the expansive background, monumental flat-topped sandstone mesas and weathered buttes rise against a pale turquoise sky, framed by distant leaning telegraph poles fitted with oversized ceramic insulators and trailing thick cables. The high midday sun beats directly downward, casting a dense, sharp black shadow beneath the machine's chassis and backlighting a swirling vortex of red dust kicked up around its mechanical ankles. The palette centers on sun-baked ochre, terracotta red, oxidized brass, dusty sage, and washed-out sky blue. Rendered with a vintage analog aesthetic with a blend of futuristic technology and mid-century textures. Resolute, lonely grit.
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1other, robot, solo, cowboy shot, from below, retro-futurism, western, desert, wilderness, wasteland, canyon, mesa, cowboy hat, poncho, duster coat, bandolier, holster, retro sci-fi gun, mechanical parts, glowing eye, vacuum tubes, walking, adjusting hat, hand near holster, cracked ground, dust, sunlight, harsh shadows, mid-century modern aesthetic,
From a low angle, a lone retro-futuristic robot gunslinger stands paused mid-stride across the cracked red clay of an expansive desert wilderness. Its body is assembled from riveted matte brass and weathered olive-tinted tinplate panels showing sun-bleached wear, with visible hydraulic pistons at the joints, bundles of braided copper wire at the neck, and three warm amber vacuum tubes glowing faintly behind an iron grate in its chest plate. Its head is a rounded mid-century dome with a singular horizontal glowing amber ocular slot, topped with a battered, dust-caked wide-brim cowboy hat. Draped over its metallic shoulders is a heavy tan canvas duster, frayed at the edges and catching the arid desert wind. A thick leather bandolier loaded with glowing glass-and-copper energy cells crosses its chest, anchoring down to a low-slung hip holster that houses a bulbous retro-futuristic raygun revolver. The automaton's weight rests firmly on its forward mechanical boot, crushing dry shale into the earth, with its left articulated hand raised to tip the brim of its hat while its right metallic hand hovers tensely inches above the raygun's grip. In the expansive background, monumental flat-topped sandstone mesas and weathered buttes rise against a pale turquoise sky, framed by distant leaning telegraph poles fitted with oversized ceramic insulators and trailing thick cables. The high midday sun beats directly downward, casting a dense, sharp black shadow beneath the machine's chassis and backlighting a swirling vortex of red dust kicked up around its mechanical ankles. The palette centers on sun-baked ochre, terracotta red, oxidized brass, dusty sage, and washed-out sky blue. Rendered with a vintage analog aesthetic with a blend of futuristic technology and mid-century textures. Resolute, lonely grit.
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