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Description
This is a picture of a sad cyborg having a moment.

The image was created with Midjourney, then tweaked and modified with Photoshop.

Here is a poem (created by A.I.) about her:

In a world forsaken, 'neath a sallow sky,
The Sorrowful Cyborg stood, her chrome cables high,
A lonesome sentinel by the desert's edge,
A machine with a soul, or so the rumors allege.

Her faceplate bore a sadness, etched in cold steel,
An eerie beauty, a mystery surreal,
Beside a lifeless lake, where shadows crept,
She watched the city, where secrets slept.

"Lost in thought," she seemed, this machine of grace,
As she gazed beyond the water's tranquil embrace,
To a distant planet, looming in twilight's gleam,
And a saucer-shaped specter, not as it may seem.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice a whispering wisp,
She turned her head, her eyes, a void, an abyss,
"I'm but a fragment of forgotten lore,
A relic of a time, forevermore."

Her voice, a soft, metallic tone, she spoke with woe,
"In this desolation, I yearn to know,
Why was I made, for what dark intent,
To stand alone in this world, so desolate?"

The city behind her, obscured by the haze,
A twisted secret, in a cryptic maze,
And as the sun dipped beneath the sand's embrace,
The truth emerged with a chilling, spectral grace.

For in the sky, that saucer aloft,
Was not from a world, but something more oft,
A ghostly apparition, a harbinger of dread,
A portent of doom, to fill hearts with dread.

The Sorrowful Cyborg, her eyes filled with fright,
Had been left behind in the dying light,
By those who had known of the horrors to come,
A pawn in a game, where the end had begun.

As the saucer descended, a sinister glow,
The city erupted, a malevolent show,
And in the chaos, the truth became clear,
The Sorrowful Cyborg, a harbinger of fear.

For in her design, in her sorrowful guise,
Was a weapon of destruction, a cruel surprise,
And as the city burned in a fiery strife,
The Sorrowful Cyborg embraced her dark life.

A twisted creation, a puppet of fate,
In the realm of sci-fi, where nightmares await,
She stood by the water, her mission complete,
A haunting reminder of a world's cruel deceit.

Description
This is a picture of a sad cyborg having a moment.

The image was created with Midjourney, then tweaked and modified with Photoshop.

Here is a poem (created by A.I.) about her:

In a world forsaken, 'neath a sallow sky,
The Sorrowful Cyborg stood, her chrome cables high,
A lonesome sentinel by the desert's edge,
A machine with a soul, or so the rumors allege.

Her faceplate bore a sadness, etched in cold steel,
An eerie beauty, a mystery surreal,
Beside a lifeless lake, where shadows crept,
She watched the city, where secrets slept.

"Lost in thought," she seemed, this machine of grace,
As she gazed beyond the water's tranquil embrace,
To a distant planet, looming in twilight's gleam,
And a saucer-shaped specter, not as it may seem.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice a whispering wisp,
She turned her head, her eyes, a void, an abyss,
"I'm but a fragment of forgotten lore,
A relic of a time, forevermore."

Her voice, a soft, metallic tone, she spoke with woe,
"In this desolation, I yearn to know,
Why was I made, for what dark intent,
To stand alone in this world, so desolate?"

The city behind her, obscured by the haze,
A twisted secret, in a cryptic maze,
And as the sun dipped beneath the sand's embrace,
The truth emerged with a chilling, spectral grace.

For in the sky, that saucer aloft,
Was not from a world, but something more oft,
A ghostly apparition, a harbinger of dread,
A portent of doom, to fill hearts with dread.

The Sorrowful Cyborg, her eyes filled with fright,
Had been left behind in the dying light,
By those who had known of the horrors to come,
A pawn in a game, where the end had begun.

As the saucer descended, a sinister glow,
The city erupted, a malevolent show,
And in the chaos, the truth became clear,
The Sorrowful Cyborg, a harbinger of fear.

For in her design, in her sorrowful guise,
Was a weapon of destruction, a cruel surprise,
And as the city burned in a fiery strife,
The Sorrowful Cyborg embraced her dark life.

A twisted creation, a puppet of fate,
In the realm of sci-fi, where nightmares await,
She stood by the water, her mission complete,
A haunting reminder of a world's cruel deceit.