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Another Piece I AI generated on Nightcafe!

Have to get more specific because I heard there was controversy here.

Story snippet:

Getting into the old Ursa, he began his startup sequence only for the communications to be overwhelmed by orchestral music. He tried shouting into the microphone. He tried to change communication channels, but the music continued to play over the radio. Orienting the machine back towards the battlefield, he saw a winged mecha behind him. It had a rather bulky looking frame, but its movements looked fluid and easy. It's chest plate seemed to shine with red light. It's golden antenna seemed the most likely culprit for this music, but more than anything, he found himself concerned because he couldn't tell where its weapons were. A machine like this with no visible weapons could only mean trouble. He squared off against the unit, ready for anything. The machine seemed to shimmer for a moment, and then the air around it. Whatever it was going to do, it was currently doing it. He went to pull the trigger but his hand wouldn't move. In fact, he couldn't hear the music anymore. As his vision faded to black, he could hear nothing. Just oblivion.

Description
Another Piece I AI generated on Nightcafe!

Have to get more specific because I heard there was controversy here.

Story snippet:

Getting into the old Ursa, he began his startup sequence only for the communications to be overwhelmed by orchestral music. He tried shouting into the microphone. He tried to change communication channels, but the music continued to play over the radio. Orienting the machine back towards the battlefield, he saw a winged mecha behind him. It had a rather bulky looking frame, but its movements looked fluid and easy. It's chest plate seemed to shine with red light. It's golden antenna seemed the most likely culprit for this music, but more than anything, he found himself concerned because he couldn't tell where its weapons were. A machine like this with no visible weapons could only mean trouble. He squared off against the unit, ready for anything. The machine seemed to shimmer for a moment, and then the air around it. Whatever it was going to do, it was currently doing it. He went to pull the trigger but his hand wouldn't move. In fact, he couldn't hear the music anymore. As his vision faded to black, he could hear nothing. Just oblivion.