High-tech Decay free prompts and swap face images
211 text to image prompts for high-tech decay are
available. Compatible with MidJourney, Dall-E and Stable Diffusion
Best prompts for high-tech decay
A retro game console with glitching pixels, emitting green and blue lights, bulky and rugged, with a worn-out trembling joystick, fluorescent, rugged, grungy, layered, high resolution, hand-drawn comic book style, in the style of Jim Phillips
a dystopian reality, machines humming in constant operation, wires tangled on abandoned vehicles, burned forests overshadowing skyscrapers, silent apparitions haunting the alleyways, digital painting masterpiece, trending on artstation and pixiv
Analog Horror display featuring forgotten amusement park rendered in cyberpunk with disquieting silence
In a decrepit, overgrown metropolis, an underground street artist hides among the ruins, their body a fusion of synthetic and organic mutations. Their bioluminescent tattoos and sinewon grafts shift in response to danger, a testament to the unchecked experimentation of corporate bioweapon research. Fungal growths sprawl over abandoned biotech facilities, their spores whispering fragmented data to those who can decipher them. Towering over the ruins, bio-mechanical monoliths stand as remnants of failed utopias, their vascular piping still pumping a strange, viscous fluid. In the distance, swarms of gene-spliced drones patrol the skies, scanning for rogue mutations. The atmosphere is eerie, a mix of decay and unholy evolution, where nature and technology have become indistinguishable.
Biopunk dystopian world where a disillusioned genetics hacker navigates through a neon-lit city dominated by sprawling organic skyscrapers, their walls pulsating with living tissue and cybernetic veins. The air is thick with bioluminescent spores, drifting like ghostly fireflies in the polluted sky. They wear a sleek armor with Republican camouflage patterns detailed in biotech art, their body enhanced with genetic modifications, from shifting skin textures to organic circuitry running along their veins. The streets below teem with hybrid creatures—half-machine, half-organism—while the black-market bio-labs hidden in the city's underbelly offer illegal modifications. The atmosphere is damp, the air filled with the scent of decaying biotech and ozone. A massive corporate fortress looms in the background, its walls breathing like a living entity, guarded by grotesque cybernetic sentinels.
