Bits from my fiction interpreted into images by Dall-E and Text2Art. An ongoing experiment in human/AI “collaboration”

The Grinder hungers for the rare blue jewel but cannot find it…

The strange glow in the stone catches their attention as it rolls to a stop almost, slowly it hits the far wall and bounces back right to Elizabeth’s foot. 

There is a grey rocky outcrop, with cracks in the stone, the rock is mottled with faded circles of weakened lichen, as if they too, had dreamed the night

There is a grey rocky outcrop, with cracks in the stone, the rock is mottled with faded circles of weakened lichen, as if they too, had dreamed the night

There is a grey rocky outcrop, with cracks in the stone, the rock is mottled with faded circles of weakened lichen, as if they too, had dreamed the night