#hotpot ai

[axolotldaydreams]

sky-less day at the island

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by: meena sidlak-sidlak ft. A.I.

Sky found herself on the shores of her very own deserted island, the digital eden she named "Arcadia" on her new Animal Crossing: New Horizons. As she navigated her avatar through the lush landscapes, fishing for sea bass and catching elusive butterflies, something peculiar began to unfold in the real world.

One evening, after a particularly intense session of jellyfish catching in the game, Sky noticed a strange sensation in her fingers. A sort of phantom fatigue, as if she had been the one weaving through the virtual waves, her hands immersed in the cool pixelated waters, clutching at the ethereal forms of the jellyfish. The sensation was faint at first, easy to dismiss as a product of her overactive imagination. However, as days turned into weeks, the line between the game and reality started to blur further.

Sky spent hours terraforming her digital island, shaping cliffs and rivers with a god-like authority. As her avatar toiled under the pixelated sun, Sky could swear she felt the grit of the virtual soil underneath her fingernails, the strain in her muscles from the digital excavation, the peculiar sense of satisfaction as the island transformed under her touch. Even the typically mundane activities in the game seemed to echo in the real world. After a long in-game session of shaking trees and crafting items, the motions felt oddly cumbersome, almost as if she was carrying the weight of the virtual objects in the real world.

She'd often catch herself flexing her fingers, rolling her shoulders, her body mirroring the in-game fatigue. The more she played, the more her reality seemed to dance to the rhythm of the game physics. Was it her mind playing tricks on her, or was the game world seeping into her reality? Sky wasn't sure. But as she looked at her hands, seemingly stained with the faint residue of digital soil, she couldn't help but marvel at the strange, enticing universe she found herself straddling. How surreal it was, she mused, when the line between pixels and reality began to blur, when the click of a button could echo in the real world as the whisper of leaves, the splash of waves, the hum of a life lived between two realms.

As Sky navigated her avatar through the azure waters of her island, her focus was on a translucent specter dancing beneath the surface. A digital jellyfish. With a swift motion, her avatar plunged the net into the water, capturing the elusive creature. At that very moment, a curious sensation washed over Sky in the real world.

It started at the tips of her fingers again. Tiny bubbles were popping against her skin. The feeling cascaded down her hands and up her arms, a shimmering wave of phantom sensations that echoed the liquid dance of capturing the jellyfish in the game. It was a shimmery prickle, an effervescent tingle, as though she could feel the cool ocean water of the game world, its salt-tinged kiss leaving a faint residue on her skin. The sensation grew stronger, a gentle undercurrent of stings blooming across her arms. It was as though the captured jellyfish in the virtual world was asserting its presence in her reality, its stinging tendrils leaving trails of tingling whispers on her skin.

Even as she withdrew her avatar from the water, the feeling lingered. Her skin felt alive, tingling with an ethereal shiver, a phantom echo of her digital dive. Sky looked down at her hands, half-expecting to see the iridescent glow of the jellyfish's sting.

She found herself caught in a strange, beautiful limbo. Somewhere between the digital waves of her beloved game and the soft, faintly lit reality of her living room. As the shimmer subsided, replaced by a lingering, dream-like sting, Sky marveled at the strange, wonderful world she found herself in, where virtual jellyfish left real stings and the line between game and reality sang like oblivion.

[pony-central]

AI Being Near Perfect 3 - YBS Boyfriend and SMG4

I can only recognise five of them in the second image. SMG4 looks like he's holding a map, they gave Mario and Luigi beards, and SMG3 looks like a war veteran

[luludog3-blog]

Using HOTPOT AI. Quite different from STARRYAI; more intuitive definitely. But I think the end product is a bit more limited???

Quite like it. Some of the head shot or avatar generation is great.

[weirdfishy]

when i tell you i was crying for most of this episode-

[level20mallow]

I used hotpot.ai to generate a picture of ♡♪!? and this is what it came up with.

I am so hopelessly confused.

[normally0]

The Progressive Development of AI image generation

[misterparadigm]

AI Art: A Philosophical Argument In Opposition

My argument against AI art is simple, and I don't need to go into issues of intellectual property rights to make it. AI art is not art, because at its core, art is a communication of meaning. AI cannot imbue the work with meaning because it has no sentiment. It has no emotional experience. What it can do is mimic with a middling degree of computational accuracy and a low degree of context. The context is fed to it by someone using limited language, but it is computational, and the complexity of meaning which the AI is capable of synthesizing--as a facsimile, not a craft--is low resolution and, if meaning is absorbed from the piece it produces, it is on the part of the viewer and not the AI. To the degree that AI can create "art," it is mathematical happenstance.

[blingblong55]

Good times-141

Photo credit: @ave661

Based on a request: Hi! I hope you're enjoying your weekend and fully rested <3 Is it okay to make a short blurb request of TF141 trying out SEA (South East Asian) food (i.e., fried rice, chicken rice, tom yam soup etc..) made by gn!eader? - sort of their reaction  Feel free to ignore this if it doesnt interest you :) <3  Have a great day ahead, thank you :3 ---- GN!Reader, something short, platonic?relationship ----

A/N: I really love making short, simple fics, so..thank you

The team always complained about the food on base. Chow Hall always had food, but not good enough after a long day of work. A week ago, Gaz found you eating in your office, the scent was too good to not ask about but with one look in his eyes, you sighed and nodded. 4 days later, you found yourself filling out paperwork to leave the base, buy some ingredients and then cooking the food without hurting the feelings of those in charge of chow hall. 

With a day's worth of preparation, by day 6, you had all you needed to feed the hungry men you call family. 

Price once mentioned that he and the team, before you had joined, had a mission in East Asia. He mentioned bonding over the food at some restaurants. It's from where you wanted to feed them dumplings, kimchi-jigae, tteokbokki (for Soap because he loved it so much the first time), mochi for Ghost, the tasty hotpot for Price because he loves it so much and for Gaz, ais kacang. 

The plan was perfect, but keeping it a secret was hard. You knew you wanted to surprise them for dinner, especially after the tough call they had that day. 

By the end of the day, you summoned them to the common room. A round table, cosy chairs and food welcomed them. "Ta-da!" you smile as you watch their reactions. Soap was the first to notice the food you had made and went immediately to hug you. Gaz and Ghost noticed rather later and Price smiled when he knew where this idea came from. 

It was a gesture from the heart and a way to thank them for the past months. 

When they all sat down, you watched them eagerly eat the food. It was a nice change for once. Ghost even took his mask off, a rare event, but he did it and ate comfortably. 

Gaz and Soap began with the jokes, adding more each time which was followed by loud laughter and sighs from the team. Price devoured the hotpot, addressing you as a master chef whenever he could, became normal through the night. He even let you have a cigar and you will sure brag about it later on. Gaz adored ais kacang, the desert you had served when all was eaten and enjoyed. He made sure to put his arm around you and compliment the taste of it all, adding more hums each time he ate some more. 

When it came to Soap and tteokbokki, no one could fight his mouth off it. He did fight Gaz for the last piece, which certainly made you feel better about your cooking skills. kimchi-jigae was the ultimate favourite of Ghost, apart from his beloved mochi. He always made sure you knew he'd expect this again if he let you skip field practice every other time. 

By the end of the night, you sat back, drank some beer and watched a wholesome scene. Price was right, just eating, and talking about anything is what truly makes food delicious. It'll be a memory to take for years to come. 

It's nice to think that from sneaking ingredients into the base it all leads to this, sitting down, drinking and eating with your best mates as they try to convince you that their so-called good ideas back in Asia were not bad at all. 

Tags: @liyanahelena

[nozunhinged]

Just imagine kiseki season 2, it would be absolute INSANITY

- zongyi keeping a list where they haven't fucked yet and also where they already did (multiple times ofc), Zeruis surprised pikachu face when he finds it

- Chen Yi holding important mafia meetings with his aidi sitting IN HIS LAP because nobody is allowed to get even remotely close to his feral bunny and everyone who dares to say smth about it will get punched

- Chen Yi & Zerui in business attire

- Ai Di & Chen Yi in painfully obvious couple outfits (again, don't you dare say anything you will die)

- Zongyi & Aidi boys night gossiping about their malewives, cooking hotpot with bosses face on it and baking cakes

- ZONGYI ZERUI WEDDING

- aidi chenyi battle who will get to propose first, guns and punches included ofc

- more zongyi best baker boy

- more aidi bodypillow

the possibilities are endless my friends.

Part 2 here

[visualtaehyun]

Pronoun changes, my beloved!

Apologies in advance for how chaotic and lengthy this will be but this is my jam lmao For ease of understanding, I'll color-code all words referring to Mork and Day like this!

Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏

Last episode, Mork called himself พี่ /phi/ once so I'd been waiting that entire episode for either of them to initiate a switch in pronouns!!

เดย์ พี่เอง /Day, phi ehng/

It just makes sense tbh, considering all of Day's friends defaulted to calling Mork พี่ /phi/ and Porjai also just calls herself พี่ /phi/ while calling Day น้อง /nong/, น้องเดย์ /nong Day/ or just เดย์ /Day/.

Real quick- พี่ /phi/ = lit. older sibling; respectful yet familiar form of address for someone older (2nd or 3rd person pronoun); can be used to refer to oneself in reference to someone younger (1st person pronoun) น้อง /nong/ = lit. younger sibling; mostly used to refer to someone younger (2nd or 3rd person pronoun) but can be used to refer to oneself in reference to someone older (1st person pronoun)

So, episode 5!

Day accidentally calls Mork พี่ /phi/ and another boundary's crossed 👀 Of course our flustered Day tries to backpaddle immediately to Mork's delight (Day is so teasable, I completely understand Mork haha):

อะไรของคุณ /a rai kaawng khun/

ไอ้น้องเดย์ /ai nong Day/ -> Nong Day? Sweet, affectionate. Ai nong Day? Teasing, trying to annoy Day 😂 พี่ยืมเสื้อตัวนึงนะ /phi yeuum seuua dtuua neung na/ -> The tone of his voice 🫠 This is when Mork starts calling himself พี่ /phi/!

Mork has officially abandoned the polite formal คุณ /khun/ that both him and Day previously used to call each other and he now mostly calls him by his name, เดย์ /Day/, but sometimes he doesn't~

เราเองอ่ะ ก็โพสต์อะไรบ้างดิ /rao ehng a, gaaw post a rai baang di/

เรา /rao/ as a 2nd person pronoun is used by older people for calling someone younger or in general by someone more senior for calling juniors (though I've also heard it between age mates or even by younger people when scolding someone older they're close to lol it sounds a bit condescending or patronizing though). It's not formal or polite, it has a degree of familiarity though!

Quick intermission for the photo caption (though the subs provide a very good alternative pun!)

ข้าวเช้าแบบปัง ปัง /khaao chaao baeb bpang bpang/

ปัง /bpang/ = bread, hence the pun, but it's also an onomatopoeic expression for a loud noise (like Bang!) and, in the same vein, slang for 'popular'. I guess it's comparable to saying sth. or sb. is 'the bomb' in English or like- A bangin' breakfast lol You'd obviously lose the bread pun though.

And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming!

Mork calls him น้องเดย์ /nong Day/ and himself พี่หมอก /phi Mork/ but he also phrases his question with a คับ /khap/ at the end (that's a polite male ending particle) - it's halfway between sweet and teasing but Day's reaction tells us that he's accepting it at face value. :)

Place your bets now as to how everyone will react once they hear the changed speaking habits of these two lmao Personally, I wanna see Night's reaction the most

Gee is up first!

Last night, Day did still call him คุณ /khun/ HMMM 😏 (Gee's also referencing the love song Mork sang for Day in ep. 4)

I wanna highlight the little banter about the hotpot restaurant here too because it's something I hear irl a bunch but rarely in (BL) series!!

Day: มึงดูตากูด้วยค่ะ /mueng duu dtaa guu duay kha/ Gee: มึงก็ให้พี่มึงป้อนซิคะ /mueng gaaw hai phi mueng bpaawn si kha/

These two (as well as most of Day's friends) use กู/มึง /guu mueng/ with each other which- nothing new there, close friends often use these rude pronouns with each other BUT what's interesting to me is the particle they both use at the end: ค่ะ/คะ /kha/! They're polite feminine ending particles so usually used by women, when speaking politely. But in this case, they're both using them to sass each other! :D

I've exhausted my time for this evening so the rest of the episode will have to wait until later, sadly. And this post only covers part 1/4 hahaaahh... 🥴

[axolotldaydreams]

a forbidden server of my minds

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by: meena sidlak-sidlak ft. A.I.

In the narcolepsy of my consciousness, there exists a polar expanse. A boundless tundra of unowned ideas and future memories, always meandering and overlapping like lacework of frost on a winter window. It's a realm that's often overshadowed by this iridescence of waking thoughts, yet it's here, in this icy wilderness of subconscious, where the invisible deleters tirelessly maintain my equilibrium, or the equilibrium.

These unseen guardians, like custodians of a vast, frozen library, curate with meticulous precision. I can almost touch a tactile, well-oiled projection of my cognitive machinery, they enact their duties with quiet diligence, sifting through the snowdrifts of thoughts, excising the unwelcome and uplifting the benign with the impartiality of a timer, never wavering, never faltering. They are the ones culling the vividness of nightmares, the technicolour dread that sometimes grips the soul, and replacing them with the pastel tranquility of pleasant dreams. I did not mind it at first, until I noticed the patterns. Overtime, I found they operate with an internal timer, working in sync with the moon's rise and the sun's set, their rhythm attuned to the cadence of my slumber. Yet, within this landscape of thought, they tread very lightly. As if aware that beneath the layers of ice and clouds, there lies the delicate permafrost of identity, a fragile crystalline structure that makes me, 'me'. Too much meddling, too heavy a hand, and the entire edifice might shatter.

My deleters, or who really is to say they're mine exclusively, are arctic explorers, traversing the treacherous terrain of subconscious, mapping the uncharted, plumbing the depths of the mind's abyss. They watch over the projections of my fears and hopes, treating them with a respect akin to reverence. Theirs is a world painted in the spectrums of sleep, a realm where reality bends and twists in ethereal pirouettes. The iridescence of dreams, the luminescent glow of thoughts, dance across the frozen landscape, illuminating the polar expanse in a silent symphony of shades and hues.

This is the forbidden server of my minds, a place where the thoughts I dare not voice, the dreams I fear to dream, find sanctuary. Managed not by me, but by unseen hands, the deleters, whose ceaseless vigil whispers a lullaby of forgotten thoughts and hidden dreams.

I sometimes sense a visage of them in the labyrinthine edge of my subconscious. Buzzing. The deleters are the salaried employees of my psyche, compensated not in a currency of gold or paper, but rather in the emotional capital of self-preservation and inner peace. Their paychecks are inscribed on the tranquil surface of my slumber, their benefits measured in the absence of mental turmoil and the preservation of my sanity. They receive a steady base salary, a constant hum of gratitude that resonates in the core of my being. The benefits are comprehensive, including the fortification of my mental health, the smoothing of cognitive dissonance, and the strengthening of my emotional resilience. Their work, though unseen, is integral to my existence, paying dividends in the form of an untroubled mind and a harmonious spirit.

But the job isn't without its perils. The deleter's role is fraught with hazards, a constant dance on the knife-edge of mental equilibrium. Their remuneration includes a hazard pay, an added compensation for their tireless service, for the painstaking task of purging intrusive thoughts and nurturing the beneficial ones. This hazard pay is often the difference between a peaceful dream and a nightmare, between a jovial memory and a traumatic flashback.

Buzzing. Theirs is a 24/7 operation with branded les light at the storefront. The nature of this work does not lend itself to conventional time constraints or deadlines. Instead, they work with a constantly shifting schedule, a timer that adjusts to the ebb and flow of my mental state. There's no traditional 'clocking out' for these tireless workers with surges of activity during times of stress or fear, and quieter periods during moments of tranquility.

While it may seem like an incessant and thankless job, the deleters find fulfillment in their roles. For each purged invasive thought, each nurtured seed of positivity, they earn more than just their salary. They gain the satisfaction of safeguarding the delicate permafrost of my identity, ensuring the continuity of the self in an ever-changing world.

Do the deleters put an anti-mnemonic into my brain, in the middle an invasive thought before cutting off the invasive thought and saving it as draft?

Like a surgeon wielding a scalpel with precision, a deleter arrives at the epicenter of the invasive thought, moments before it takes an irrevocable shape. Here, they implant an anti-mnemonic, a countermeasure designed to disrupt the thought's formation, to blur its edges and diminish its impact. Indeed, the deleters are well-versed practitioners in the art and arsenal of anti-mnemonics, the subtle craft of creating forgetfulness.

As the invasive thought succumbs to the influence of the anti-mnemonic, it becomes unmoored from its original intent, its sharpness dulled, its strength weakened. The deleter then gently nudges it into the draft folder of the mind, a place where thoughts are stored, stripped of their potency but not entirely erased. This draft folder is a limbo, a purgatory for thoughts that no longer serve the self but aren't entirely discarded. A thought might linger here, its contours softened by the anti-mnemonic, until it is either gradually forgotten or transformed into a more benign form. The deleters, faithful custodians of this realm, ensure that no thought escapes the draft folder without their explicit consent. A testament to the mind's resilience and the power of constructive forgetfulness.

[pony-central]

AI Being Near Perfect 2 - Sick PonyCentral and SMG4

I prefer style 2 for this one. Style 1 is Pixel, and Style 2 is 3D Minecraft

SMG4 in AI looks kind of cute. They both look like expensive dolls that you hardly play with. The AI really thought that the bed was a couple of thick books

[probablyasocialecologist]

In case you missed it: artificial intelligence (AI) will make teachers redundant, become sentient, and soon, wipe out humanity as we know it. From Elon Musk, to the godfather of AI, Geoffrey Hinton, to Rishi Sunak’s AI advisor, industry leaders and experts everywhere are warning about AI’s mortal threat to our existence as a species. They are right about one thing: AI can be harmful. Facial recognition systems are already being used to prohibit possible protestors exercising fundamental rights. Automated fraud detectors are falsely cutting off thousands of people from much-needed welfare payments and surveillance tools are being used in the workplace to monitor workers’ productivity. Many of us might be shielded from the worst harms of AI. Wealth, social privilege or proximity to whiteness and capital mean that many are less likely to fall prey to tools of societal control and surveillance. As Virginia Eubanks puts it ‘many of us in the professional middle class only brush against [the invisible spider web of AI] briefly… We may have to pause a moment to extricate ourselves from its gummy grasp, but its impacts don’t linger.’ By contrast, it is well established that the worst harms of government decisions already fall hardest on those most marginalised. Let’s take the example of drugs policing and the disproportionate impact on communities of colour. Though the evidence shows that Black people use drugs no more, and possibly less, than white people, the police direct efforts to identify drug-related crimes towards communities of colour. As a consequence, the data then shows that communities of colour are more likely to be ‘hotpots’ for drugs. In this way, policing efforts to ‘identify’ the problem creates a problem in the eyes of the system, and the cycle of overpolicing continues. When you automate such processes, as with predictive policing tools based on racist and classist criminal justice data, these biases are further entrenched.

[fjordfolk]

hotpot ai knows 1 sheltie and it's a chubby senior line mix with illegal ears

[hils79]

Hils Watches Kiseki: Dear to Me - Ep 6

Oh my god he baked Fan Zerui a cake even though he doesn't like sweet things himself. It's too cute. I can't.

I love that wiping food off someone's mouth is a drama classic but I've never actually seen anyone do it irl (I mean apart from to little kids)

OH NO! Because the reaction you want when you confess your feelings is a spit-take of beer in your face and then the person immediately leaving

Abandoned again and left alone with a face full of spit beer and a barely touched confession cake. It's too sad.

Sweetie, you ARE a teenager

Liar. Also, it's unfair how hot he looks in those glasses.

Ah, so I was right about his age. I wonder how old Fan Zerui is meant to be.

Ah, we have to establish that Fan Zerui is a noble gangster who has never killed anyone. I'm curious how he ended up injured in the beginning of episode 1 then. I'm assuming at some point we'll find out.

I love that this family dinner is two gay dads and their three gay sons

God, I really want hotpot now

This is so delightfully messy. Ai Di loves Chen Yi, Chen Yi loves Chen Dongyang, Chen Dongyang loves Zhou Minglei, Zhou Minglei loves...idk, his job?

More dramas should have elder gays

Aww, sweetie, no. Still learning how to make cakes for the boy who says he doesn't like you back.

Okay, so we know Bai Zongyi is 17 and we know Ai Di and Chen Yi are 18 and 21 respectively because we saw the candles on their birthday cake. So Fan Zerui is older than them but he can't be much older, right? I mean he's old enough to pass as a teacher but he's not obviously older. Maybe mid-20s?

Words to live by

Ouch. Asking the boy who loves you how to win the man you love.

Ai Di might be an impulsive murder kitten but I'm starting to think he's the only one of the younger generation with a braincell

Oh no. I was hoping their first kiss would be once Chen Yi sorted out his feelings. Not when he's drunk and openly admitting to being in love with someone else. Ai Di deserves better.

OMG! Ai Di bit him! He's such a feral little gremlin I love him.

Oh my god now Ai Di is also undercover at the school. I'm not sure inviting multiple gang members to your school to stop a different gang from dealing drugs is the way to go about it.

Poor kid probably didn't have much if anything of a school experience. Let him take part in a stupid contest if he wants to!

Ai Di is determined that if he can't be happy and in love then at least he can help someone else be

Oh no there's a storm and Bai Zongyi is alone. Which I think Fan Zerui has just also realised.

Aww now the tables have turned and Fan Zerui is taking care of a hurt Bai Zongyi

Son of a bitch I can't believe the episode ended here! And I have to go and do stuff now so I can't watch the next one until later.

[barely-alive-13]

Altaïr ibn La-Ahad in his thirties

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