MidReal Story

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Scenario:第一幕:铁王座上的雪茄阴谋 场景1:超鸡的钢铁王座 ● 镜头(仰视视角+暗红光影): 生锈的齿轮缓缓转动,超鸡的“铁公鸡王座”由无数废铁焊接而成,王座扶手上刻着“创新是第一生产力”。 超鸡(抽雪茄吐烟圈,烟圈变成“KPI”形状):“什么事?”(嗓音低沉如拖拉机引擎) 宫鸡(翅膀夹着iPad,谄媚搓爪):“老大,有只小鸡不好好打铁,总嘀咕‘这铁打成马桶圈有啥用’,我要整死它!” 超鸡(用雪茄点燃宫鸡手中的《员工服从手册》):“这点事还要我教?硬鸡——”(王座下方闸门打开,一只机械臂把硬鸡从地下仓库拎出) 硬鸡(浑身铆钉的钢铁斗鸡,眼冒红光):“三天!老娘让他学会什么叫福报!”(背景音:电锯轰鸣+鸡群惨叫) 第二幕:硬鸡的“福报”工作室 场景2:尖叫鸡地狱 ● 镜头(鱼眼扭曲+工业噪音): 工作室招牌:“硬式成才训练营——让每根鸡毛都为铁而生!” 硬鸡(举着喇叭喊话,声波震碎玻璃):“都给老娘听好了!打铁要快!姿势要帅!谁再敢问‘为什么打铁’,老娘就把他塞进熔炉当燃料!” ○ 蒙太奇片段: ▶ 小鸡A被绑在“自动打铁机”上,机械锤以每秒10次频率捶打它的翅膀,计数器显示“996次”; ▶ 小鸡B试图偷看《如何学会焊接》,硬鸡的监控眼射出激光烧毁书页:“学习?你也配!” ▶ 硬鸡(踩碎一袋鸡粮):“绩效垫底还敢吃饭?你这鸡胃只配消化梦想!”(撒出一把写着“期权”的碎石) 第三幕:天鸡中心的阶级流水线 场景3:打铁、种花与喝茶的三重宇宙 ● 镜头(横向平移分割画面): A区(金色滤镜):白领鸡们躺在按摩椅上,用吸管嘬着“特供虫草茶”,会议桌悬浮空中,PPT标题:《论打铁姿势对元宇宙养鸡的战略意义》。 B区(田园滤镜):文艺鸡们给铁锤绑蝴蝶结,边种玫瑰花边吟诗:“啊!铁是浪漫的具象化~” C区(黑白滤镜):流水线上,小鸡们用喙叼着铁锤敲打钢板,每完成一堆,C鸡把铁皮送到A区,A区领导把大部分铁片放到自己的“创新成果筒”(筒身印着“38只天鸡进度:1.2/38”),小鸡刚想反抗说些什么,A区领导眼睛一瞪,大吼道:看什么看,管理你们容易么。 ● 关键冲突: 硬鸡(用液压钳夹住小鸡脖子):“就你还敢顶嘴?昨晚加班少打了两块铁!”(踢飞鸡粮袋,慢镜头特写:半粒玉米掉进下水道) 小鸡(羽毛沾满铁锈):“我按手册每天打铁18小时了!” 宫鸡、硬鸡对视一眼 硬鸡(甩出《员工罪状书》):“你说我写” 宫鸡:有次鸡会没参加,偷学鸡载大模型,同事说他铁打的不好 小鸡:我不是我没有,我要看证据 宫鸡(微微一笑):我说你是你就是,想申诉呀,去走流程吧 (背景:投诉箱被焊在化粪池底部) 第四幕:鸡场总监的太极神功 场景4:官僚主义的羽毛掸子 ● 镜头(对称构图+时钟滴答音效): 鸡场总监办公室(满墙锦旗:“最佳踢皮球奖”“年度材料收集大师”)。 总监(戴单片眼镜,用放大镜看报告):“返还口粮?可以!但需要《鸡粮追讨申请表》+《打铁自省书》+《天鸡忠诚度测评》…”(盖章声如机关枪) 人力总监(边泡茶边用茶渍在桌面画饼):“扣粮理由?他们没给你看这张《量子波动定罪法》吗?”(举起一张空白A4纸,标题闪红光) 小鸡(抱着一米高的材料瘫坐):“我…还能活到流程走完那天吗?” 彩蛋:办公室角落堆着无数小鸡骷髅,墙贴标语:“材料越厚,真相越瘦。” 【视觉增强方案】 1. 超鸡铁王座:王座底部暗藏“举报信焚烧炉”,烟囱排出的烟形成“奋斗福报”字样。 2. 硬鸡的喇叭:设计成“分贝榨汁机”,小鸡的惨叫声被转换成硬鸡的绩效奖金数字。 3. A区成果筒:每当放入铁片,筒内自动播放虚假掌声录音,筒底直通超鸡的私人金库。 【台词金句】 ● 宫鸡:“在天鸡中心,听话的鸡吃饲料,不听话的鸡成为饲料!” ● 硬鸡:“我的字典里没有‘下班’,只有**‘下地狱’!**” ● 超鸡(对摄像头微笑):“年轻鸡要多打铁,少吃饭——饥饿是最好的鸡血!” 我想将以上内容继续精细化以上剧情内容,分解为各个片段,然后进行图像的生成。
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第一幕:铁王座上的雪茄阴谋 场景1:超鸡的钢铁王座 ● 镜头(仰视视角+暗红光影): 生锈的齿轮缓缓转动,超鸡的“铁公鸡王座”由无数废铁焊接而成,王座扶手上刻着“创新是第一生产力”。 超鸡(抽雪茄吐烟圈,烟圈变成“KPI”形状):“什么事?”(嗓音低沉如拖拉机引擎) 宫鸡(翅膀夹着iPad,谄媚搓爪):“老大,有只小鸡不好好打铁,总嘀咕‘这铁打成马桶圈有啥用’,我要整死它!” 超鸡(用雪茄点燃宫鸡手中的《员工服从手册》):“这点事还要我教?硬鸡——”(王座下方闸门打开,一只机械臂把硬鸡从地下仓库拎出) 硬鸡(浑身铆钉的钢铁斗鸡,眼冒红光):“三天!老娘让他学会什么叫福报!”(背景音:电锯轰鸣+鸡群惨叫) 第二幕:硬鸡的“福报”工作室 场景2:尖叫鸡地狱 ● 镜头(鱼眼扭曲+工业噪音): 工作室招牌:“硬式成才训练营——让每根鸡毛都为铁而生!” 硬鸡(举着喇叭喊话,声波震碎玻璃):“都给老娘听好了!打铁要快!姿势要帅!谁再敢问‘为什么打铁’,老娘就把他塞进熔炉当燃料!” ○ 蒙太奇片段: ▶ 小鸡A被绑在“自动打铁机”上,机械锤以每秒10次频率捶打它的翅膀,计数器显示“996次”; ▶ 小鸡B试图偷看《如何学会焊接》,硬鸡的监控眼射出激光烧毁书页:“学习?你也配!” ▶ 硬鸡(踩碎一袋鸡粮):“绩效垫底还敢吃饭?你这鸡胃只配消化梦想!”(撒出一把写着“期权”的碎石) 第三幕:天鸡中心的阶级流水线 场景3:打铁、种花与喝茶的三重宇宙 ● 镜头(横向平移分割画面): A区(金色滤镜):白领鸡们躺在按摩椅上,用吸管嘬着“特供虫草茶”,会议桌悬浮空中,PPT标题:《论打铁姿势对元宇宙养鸡的战略意义》。 B区(田园滤镜):文艺鸡们给铁锤绑蝴蝶结,边种玫瑰花边吟诗:“啊!铁是浪漫的具象化~” C区(黑白滤镜):流水线上,小鸡们用喙叼着铁锤敲打钢板,每完成一堆,C鸡把铁皮送到A区,A区领导把大部分铁片放到自己的“创新成果筒”(筒身印着“38只天鸡进度:1.2/38”),小鸡刚想反抗说些什么,A区领导眼睛一瞪,大吼道:看什么看,管理你们容易么。 ● 关键冲突: 硬鸡(用液压钳夹住小鸡脖子):“就你还敢顶嘴?昨晚加班少打了两块铁!”(踢飞鸡粮袋,慢镜头特写:半粒玉米掉进下水道) 小鸡(羽毛沾满铁锈):“我按手册每天打铁18小时了!” 宫鸡、硬鸡对视一眼 硬鸡(甩出《员工罪状书》):“你说我写” 宫鸡:有次鸡会没参加,偷学鸡载大模型,同事说他铁打的不好 小鸡:我不是我没有,我要看证据 宫鸡(微微一笑):我说你是你就是,想申诉呀,去走流程吧 (背景:投诉箱被焊在化粪池底部) 第四幕:鸡场总监的太极神功 场景4:官僚主义的羽毛掸子 ● 镜头(对称构图+时钟滴答音效): 鸡场总监办公室(满墙锦旗:“最佳踢皮球奖”“年度材料收集大师”)。 总监(戴单片眼镜,用放大镜看报告):“返还口粮?可以!但需要《鸡粮追讨申请表》+《打铁自省书》+《天鸡忠诚度测评》…”(盖章声如机关枪) 人力总监(边泡茶边用茶渍在桌面画饼):“扣粮理由?他们没给你看这张《量子波动定罪法》吗?”(举起一张空白A4纸,标题闪红光) 小鸡(抱着一米高的材料瘫坐):“我…还能活到流程走完那天吗?” 彩蛋:办公室角落堆着无数小鸡骷髅,墙贴标语:“材料越厚,真相越瘦。” 【视觉增强方案】 1. 超鸡铁王座:王座底部暗藏“举报信焚烧炉”,烟囱排出的烟形成“奋斗福报”字样。 2. 硬鸡的喇叭:设计成“分贝榨汁机”,小鸡的惨叫声被转换成硬鸡的绩效奖金数字。 3. A区成果筒:每当放入铁片,筒内自动播放虚假掌声录音,筒底直通超鸡的私人金库。 【台词金句】 ● 宫鸡:“在天鸡中心,听话的鸡吃饲料,不听话的鸡成为饲料!” ● 硬鸡:“我的字典里没有‘下班’,只有**‘下地狱’!**” ● 超鸡(对摄像头微笑):“年轻鸡要多打铁,少吃饭——饥饿是最好的鸡血!” 我想将以上内容继续精细化以上剧情内容,分解为各个片段,然后进行图像的生成。

Super Chicken

using fear to maintain order and punish disobedience.

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Little Chick

Little Chick attempts to understand the rules and conventions of the farm. It questions orders and seeks evidence to challenge authority, demonstrating a desire for autonomy and selfdiscovery.

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Palace Chicken

often delivering orders and maintaining order. It uses technology, such as iPads, to monitor activities and enforce rules.

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The Iron Rooster Throne was constructed from countless pieces of scrap metal, all the way up to the top of the four-meter-high throne.
The armrests were engraved with the phrase, "Innovation is the primary productive force."
Super Chicken smoked a cigar as he sat on the Iron Throne, puffing smoke rings that morphed into the shape of "KPI" in mid-air.
Suddenly, he asked in a voice as deep as a tractor engine, "What’s going on?"
Palace Chicken rushed over with an iPad in its wings and bowed its head, scraping it on the ground.
"Boss, there's a little chick that doesn't take forging seriously. It asked what good is forging iron into a toilet seat? I want to take care of it!"
Super Chicken lit Palace Chicken's "Employee Compliance Manual" with his cigar.
"Do I still need to teach you this? Tough Chicken…"
The Iron Rooster Throne opened from underneath, and a hatch came out.
A mechanical arm emerged from the hatch and lifted Tough Chicken out.
Tough Chicken was a steel fighting rooster with rivets on its body.
Its eyes glowed red as it stared at Palace Chicken.
"Three days! I’ll make it learn what blessings are!"
The background sound effect changed to that of a chainsaw roar combined with chickens screaming.
Super Chicken laughed and said, "Let’s go, let’s go."
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I watch in terror as Tough Chicken's metallic form advances through the shadows.
Each step brings a harsh clang of steel against concrete, the rivets catching the crimson light like evil stars.
My legs freeze as that mechanical monster draws closer, servos whirring in its joints.
The red glow from its eyes leaves trails in the darkness.
I back away until I hit the wall, my wings scraping against rough concrete.
Supersized!
Tough Chicken's beak opens with a hydraulic hiss, revealing rows of serrated metal teeth.
"Why do you resist the process, little chick?" Tough Chicken's voice grated like grinding gears.
"I just don't see how making toilet seats helps us innovate," I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Because," Tough Chicken leaned closer, its eyes burning brighter, "the throne itself was once a toilet seat."
I shuffle behind Tough Chicken through dimly lit corridors, the metallic clanking of its steps echoing off bare walls.
We pass rows of chickens hammering iron mindlessly, their glazed eyes fixed on their work.
The forge glows ahead, its orange light casting long shadows.
Heat blasts my face as we approach.
Tough Chicken yanks a hammer from the wall and thrusts it at me.
"Your station," it growls, pointing to an anvil covered in rust and char marks.
My wings tremble as I take the heavy hammer, nearly dropping it.
"Do you know why they call it the Iron Rooster Throne?" Tough Chicken asked, its voice a low rumble.
"No," I replied, gripping the hammer tightly, "I thought it was just a name."
"Every piece of scrap metal here has a story," Tough Chicken said, its eyes narrowing, "and yours begins now."
Supersized!