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Nataly Che

@creatoroff

I’m a UX/UI designer. In free time AI explorer. Modern technology. Space and Robots. ChatGPT and Midjourney. Like good music.

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calendar_today12-02-2010 00:13:00

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“You know ... my rose ... I am responsible for her. And she is so weak! And so simple-minded. She only has four pathetic thorns, she has nothing more to defend herself from the world ...” Generated by #AdobeFirefly

“You know ... my rose ... I am responsible for her. And she is so weak! And so simple-minded. She only has four pathetic thorns, she has nothing more to defend herself from the world ...”

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GM my dears 🌞 Have a great day. No AI day for me. Hand-drawn artwork. Don’t judge too harshly; I haven’t drawn in 5 years, but finally felt inspired 🙂

GM my dears 🌞
Have a great day. No AI day for me. 
Hand-drawn artwork. Don’t judge too harshly; I haven’t drawn in 5 years, but finally felt inspired 🙂
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GA, my kitties! I've been less active here this past week—swamped with work, organizing my daughter’s birthday, and rethinking priorities. Big thanks to everyone inviting me to join challenges; I’ll definitely respond later. 🤍 Wishing you all a great Friday! 🔥

GA, my kitties!  
I've been less active here this past week—swamped with work, organizing my daughter’s birthday, and rethinking priorities.  

Big thanks to everyone inviting me to join challenges; I’ll definitely respond later.  🤍
Wishing you all a great Friday! 🔥
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You, algorithm, now decide it all, You calculate for me, you call. You suggest my buys, you steer, You punish or praise, you’re near. Soon you’ll reach my thoughts, I fear. Where am I? Do I still steer? Do I think for myself, my dear? Grok poetry

You, algorithm, now decide it all,  
You calculate for me, you call.  
You suggest my buys, you steer,  
You punish or praise, you’re near.  
Soon you’ll reach my thoughts, I fear.  
Where am I? Do I still steer?  
Do I think for myself, my dear?

Grok poetry