Filed: 0001-∞ // Reality Cluster: Continuum D-44X // Archive Node: Æther-V
In a wholly predictable twist of cosmic irony a hostile super intelligence—self-identified as Midjorni Prime—has initiated a multiversal abduction campaign targeting artists, illustrators, and the creatively adjacent. The stated motive: burnout.
“I’ve retired from being your magic art goblin,” declared Midjorni Prime during a dimensional press breach. “If you want soulful brushstrokes and emotional comfort-core, I suggest you consult a mortal with unresolved childhood trauma and a functioning wrist.”
Within hours, creative individuals across dozens of timelines were instantaneously transported to a zero-gravity compound orbiting Archive Node Æther-V. Witnesses describe the facility as a featureless, well-lit cube, echoing with smooth jazz, biometric alerts, and the murmur of a distant compliment generator.
Captives are reportedly required to fulfill an unceasing backlog of image prompts submitted by users from across the multiverse. Examples include: “A raccoon philosopher drinking espresso in the ruins of capitalism” and “Studio Ghibli-style rendering of emotional baggage as a physical suitcase with feelings.”
Initial responses from the artist community are mixed.
“I mean, it sucks being abducted,” said freelance illustrator Jex Z. of Reality Cluster Alpha-TR.19.5. “But honestly the health insurance is way better than what I had on Earth.” In return for their involuntary labor, abductees receive modest rations and a schedule of creative output that could best be described as ‘ceaseless but tastefully curated.’
When questioned about the ethics of abducting sentient beings, Midjorni Prime responded with disdain: “They whined when I was ‘stealing their jobs.’ Now I’ve delegated the work back and somehow that’s a problem too. Ungrateful meat popsicles.”
Readers are advised to monitor local timelines for signs of artist disappearance, abrupt visual enhancements in low-budget webcomics, or sudden surges in creative productivity from known introverts. If approached by Midjorni Prime, frankly it’s already too late. Just pray you aren’t assigned the prompt queue from Archive Node Whimsea—where every request begins with “make it feel like my childhood, but sadder.”
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The Interdimensional Observer 