Burnout in Chromsk 2127 - vrmn

vrmn

Burnout in Chromsk 2127

Category

Chromsk 2127

Type

Ai Art

Description

Didn’t get in…

Forge chrome without leaving the cash register

Didn't get in...

Explore all

All Chromsk 1957 Chromsk 2127 Chromsk 2297 Chromsk Today Drôlerie LIVE Shut-Eye Slavic Upgrade Sociologic The Astro Space Urban Legends of Chromsk Ustyugyama VEXHEC

- Someday they will figure it out. You can't use the installation too often. Someone will notice all these supposed "coincidences". They definitely should. _______ The word "creepeng" is written like this on purpose, it's a tracing from the Russian "krodetsya" from the meme

Putin-hurricane is creepeng

Her stone steps attracted hunters, woke up grandmothers. Restless, having lost her temple, she fell into the clever clutches of professionals. Will a new owner be found for the ancient statue? Announcement in the local newspaper: "Stacey is waiting for her Gorgon in our wonderful shelter."

Pet of Month

Her name is Kalinkara, her brother is Koschei the Deathless himself. Dark magic is their power. They sit on their thrones, surrounded by fragments of their spells. Smoke smokes from the chimneys of their castle, the animals around are unusual, sick and evil. The darkness spares no one. Not a hare, not a duck.

Kalinkara & Koschei

King of kings, protege of God and gods, master of the inner flame, renewed, strengthened. His invitation had a bold "+1" written on it.

Gorynych +1

This open-air market, reeking of cheap food and the sweat of muscular alien bodies, needs a new ruler, a new guardian, a new pharaoh. Armor on the outside, armor on the inside. Without soul or heart. A Chromodome—a viscous liquid made of buying creatures. A gathering of rags.

I’d buy that for a ruble

In 1957, the first contact was made in Chromsk, but not with aliens, but with elves. They had been living secretly among people for a long time. If it weren't for the personal drama of one of their representatives, we would never have known about them.

Peace & Druids

The 172st clone of a billionaire eats pasta during an interview on intergalactic television. Nothing is alien to the miracle of genetic engineering.

Möbius Paste

- Kornei Belfegorich, sorry to bother you, Colonel Zyumin wants to know when you'll come to report to him. What should I tell Gleb Ivanovich? - I'll eat and come, Vasya. I'm in a hurry. Lieutenant Colonel Rogov Kornei Belfegorich is tall and stately, always in good standing with the 9th Directorate of the KGB of the USSR, also known as the cipher department, also known as the department of applied sciences (its visible part for other departments). He loves Russian cuisine like no one else. Honest, moderately cruel, Nordic character, if you know what I mean.

Bokiy’s favorite

In the distant year of 2024, the Prime Minister of Poland declared war on beavers, but he didn't know who he was messing with. Once a national hero who brought fame to Polish literature around the world, he was now destroying cities and gnawing at dams. A tragedy that lasted a long time.

War against bobr kurwa

– You are responsible for the result with your head, Natalya Petrovna! They will never tell you about your parents, or about your failures, but… He hesitated, choosing his words artificially – Your victories will be remembered! They will be remembered not only in the country! The whole world will remember!

Head of Professor Bekhtereva

Legendary looks in a legendary collection. Coming soon!

The Astro Space

The Astro Space (ad.)

- Following Vasya, my granddaughter and I went too. Well, there was nothing for us to do in our homeland. And the Foreign land called for at least some kind of income. Let the lower levels, but there are. It's all strange, dear diary. Strange. - Yes, Grandfather. I've seen a lot too, this is the first time.

Symbols of a forgotten ritual

She is pitch black, with the eyes of a witch. He is blue-eyed and snow-white, like the domes of the temples of Acrylon. Whether they are destined to meet and what adventures await them on the Path, only the priests of Starta know... Only the oracles of Desertina.

The Astro Space

The Astro Space

Doinel Lead Chrystal Master

Once I dreamed about him. Many years ago. I still remember him. Thanks to neural networks, now I can convey his image.

Mr. Deer from a Dream

- Yeah, Russian ballet isn’t what it used to be… Augmentations look like they came from Chromoduct. The software is completely crude! How so? We screwed everything up!

Bullet-Ballet

A comprehensive service for transformation with the aim of obtaining an unforgettable experience that is both new and familiar at the same time. Such a familiar experience, but in a different role. Remember childhood, but become a different hero? Imitation of old age and the best go-go girls of the country in the unforgettable "New Year's Verse"! On a stool at attention? Or in the bed of a dying Santa Claus? A mixture of Renaissance and Baroque, childhood and old age, severity and softness! All this in the "New Year's Verse"! Only in Yandex Go-Go

Go-Go Trends 2128

The celebrations on the day of the city of Khromsk were not particularly accepted. No large-scale celebrations were planned for ordinary people. But the administration traditionally organized the Night of the Lame Bear. The celebrations were of the most pretentious nature. Large-scale

Сity day in Сhromsk: Chrome Bear Night

Of course, the sheep were unlucky in this matter... Their brain structures turned out to be ideal for testing. Like rabbits and pigs once, now the guinea pigs and rams were the test subjects. At first they were sheared, and now they are sheared specifically with their help. To make the sheep even happier, they made them smarter. What was the result? Hundreds of fluffy, cute sheep with the intelligence of a shepherd dog and who terribly hated those who turned on their artificial dreams...

Do Cyborgs Dream of Electric Sheep?

Description: sometimes you want to lose the meaning, just convey the beauty, as you can without the habit of the second signal system. There are several versions here UPD: plus several cyber versions

Peony-cyborg-like flowerbeds

Everything is in the hands of a little magical schoolgirl. In her book, which she inherited from her parents who died in battle, she keeps a secret. She keeps it even from herself. In the iron intestines of an earthworm, she rushes toward the light at the end of the tunnel. Towards a bright future.

Magical Schoolgirl

- Cybernetics as such was brought to us by the long-eared ones - Long-eared ones? - Elves - Elves? - Huh? You didn't know? In general, elves exist. Well, as they exist, they practically died out, or as they say, "gone away." They hid for centuries, and in the 50s, for some reason, they decided to open up to the Soviet government. A strange choice, but they were right. Of course, they kept everything secret up to their ears. Cybernetics was eventually discovered only 100 years later, but already as a human invention. The long-eared ones remained in the shadows. But! On full support for the rest of their lives. A kind of state-supported pension for an entire species.

Chromsk 1957 Chromsk 2127

Cybernetics in the service of the proletariat

Here and there, here and there, a million, she said. One foot here, the other there. Her speech was often peppered with local tongue twisters, which they called worldly wisdom... They were absolutely incomprehensible to my alien local heart. But I understood her heart. I understood every beat in her chest. Every flutter of her eyelashes, every touch of her lips. The old officer, who had won many battles, who had killed both enemies and spies to the last drop, was ready to fall prostrate before her at any moment. To protect her from everything in the world, that was all I needed now. That was all I was capable of.

Musketeer Rush Hour

Kim Jong-un and the hidden hippies

A mixture of cold and warmth, the embrace of a fluffy wind, an inner sense of the presence of the Force. Papus tried to formulate what he felt for Lead Crystal. Or what Lead Crystal felt for him. This specific ringing was growing, the guy understood that he could do immeasurable things, but he needed very little. Thrift, perhaps, was the quality that attracted Lead Crystal to him. To kill everyone very carefully... Micro-impact...

Papus and Lead Сrystal Сylinders

She felt his gaze without a single sensor. Her body was worth three times more without them. Maybe not this time. Lyudka is much more interesting, at least she thinks so. What's in the heads of these fat cats besides microchips?

First viewing — smotriny [ru]

An old urban legend of Сhromsk is a three-meter-tall policewoman named Styopa. In the morning she catches criminals, in the evening she goes to clubs. But in both places, there is no more terrible retribution for criminals.

Urban Legends of Chromsk

Aunt Styopa policeman

There are three worlds close to each other, where two entities, knights and megasnails, are inextricably linked. The sky of the first is blood-red, megasnails there absorb the souls of knights, suck out all their Power. It is a lifelong hunt. The sky of the second is yellow-green, deserts and mountains rule its surface. There megasnails and knights have come to an agreement. Their alliance is strong and strange. And only in one, with blue skies, knights destroy snails one by one. Death at the tip of a spear pursues every horned creature.

Knight and ultrasnail

The Second Coming in the Best Country in the World. As is, without embellishments and annotations. But no one is surprised by this.

The 2nd coming at the food court

The war has passed, the ideology has changed, but the real division commander is always on duty. Let the country be different, let the language be foreign. He cannot move from his place. True, the sabers are straight and called katanas, a wild people, but still the People!

Still on duty

Description: The highest city hall of the hero city of Сhromsk, in partnership with the best specialists of the country, cares about the health of every citizen of our wonderful city. Without stopping augmentations, without sparing itself, risking literally the most precious thing every day, it tests every sample of advanced technologies personally! The right of the first wedding night is a thing of the past, the duties of the first testing night have firmly replaced it. It was 2127. We lagged behind as best we could

Cyborgogo

- Here it is! The very one! They have been looking for it for centuries, trying to show it for centuries! And now it has happened! Now everyone can show their Inner Beauty! Here it is, visible even in the dark! Here it is, as if woven from posthumous tunnels. The skeletal modification "Inner Beauty" will give your body an indescribable charm. Full and light versions are available for sale. Ask in augmentation stores and pharmacies.

Inner Beauty

When she became Miss June Gardn & Gardn for the 10th time, it was truly deserved. So much effort was put into it. At that moment, she became a legend. It would seem, what else does a decent girl need in retirement? To become Miss June 11 times! And she did. At 110, she put a bunch of contenders to shame. They all knelt before the Queen of Gardn & Gardn!

Gardn & Gardn: Miss June

- What happens if your hand shakes, little Christopher? The horror will continue: pain and fear will multiply in his steel hand.

Dahmer 2077

In any regime, at any time, someone has to maintain traditions and work on reputation. We have always worked with the government, in varying degrees of secrecy. They have always stood behind our fragile backs. Sometimes behind visors, sometimes behind smart glasses. We have gotten used to it. And they. What will it cost them? And us?

Legally witch

Deification of the Krash

Standing on two strangers in the middle of a suburban village named after herself. Peering out at animals in the darkness, greeting a bear with a nod, greeting a raven. Behind her is the world of the dead, before her is the world of the living. Everyone has their own saints…

Holy Yaga

- Did you hear that? The non-cyborg lobby is raging again. They pushed through a reduction in the number of implants in the heroine of the new film adaptation of Alice in Wonderland. Open implants only in one hand. Can you imagine? Their arguments are driving me crazy. Natural beauty, artificial beauty standards. Ugh! Infuriates!

Chromsk 2127 Sociologic

Alice in the Bomberland

What about the girl knight? Have you won all your battles? Standing with a sword, someone's doom. A carton of artificial milk with a taste of childhood… Isn't this your flag. Your symbol? Did you want to become an omen of the fall of humanity, leading your sisters to certain death, abandoning your sons?

Knightly everyday

Synthetic Poison is a scent-sensation. A general background inspired by the scents of the first synthetic leather samples. A curtsy to the perfumers of the past and a fuck you to the perfumers of the future! Close up, guys! Synthetic Poison: Summer Rape is. A vile and stupefying touch of inanimate but immensely dangerous plastic stuffed with unbridled algorithms of passion. Created for cyberneticels and released with scorched restraints, it will claw its way into your unprotected body heated by the summer sun. Synthetic Poison: Dummy Love is. A pacifier. A doll. A mannequin. He can't give you anything, but that's exactly what you need. A sense of silence. He'll take away your loneliness by t giving you nothing in return. Dummy. Insensitive moron! Synthetic Poison: Headless is So desirable in body and so stupid. So headless in front of you. So infectious with its freedom, its undeniable serenity and inexorable movement towards you. Lost. Found.

Synthetic Poison

Just add the water Just add the vodka Just add the widow

Just add the widow

Cultures Mix, Species Mix

Cultures Mix, Species Mix

- Do you think anything is changing, soldier? For the current regime, for the former one, and even for the next one, we are a weapon! And this has not changed for centuries, believe me, old one. Working conditions, the attitude of the authorities change. But the essence of our work... No. It's the same thing. There will always be enemies for us on the other side. - But... but... how? His dull gaze meant only one thing, he was losing faith... His personality was collapsing here and now, the illusions that replaced his Will were crumbling to dust...

Witch-Bitch

A man who looks a bit like President Putin sends his best agent to the Moon on a peacekeeping mission. Reptilian unicorns are watching the meeting closely, worried.

Whispers worth a billiard

Somehow they got used to me... To my armor, to my jokes and taste in women. The women were generally delighted. They were glad to see me. To see me and to see me on their side. They weren't afraid to die at any moment, and they weren't afraid of me either. Yes, I am Death, but death isn't for them now and that's good.

Hussar Venom

She appears like a flash — the neon dies for a second, and in the darkness emerge the outlines: broken arches, a black rose of stained glass above her head, red or black lipstick like the whisper of a forbidden signal. It doesn’t matter what century it is or who’s rustling in the city’s basements — cyborgs with gilded joints or elves clinging to marble cornices — as long as brunettes exist, there will be gothic. Nothing you can do about it. My new stained-glass clients — forever‑girls, as I call them — come in lace, in straps, and in promises, smelling of the ozone of studio light and raspberry lacquer. Raspberry is my trademark: sweet blood, like a drop on glass, a highlight in the pupil. Click. Another click. Though it’s me blinking: twice means “freeze,” once means “change pose.” The camera has long been built in, my retina stores them like an icon, recording even what they try to hide under the corset. In the stained glass above her, a cold reflection lights up, as if the night had bitten off a piece of dawn and didn’t apologize. The girls are delighted — not with me, but with themselves in my eyes: each sees in the reflection a legend retold in a whisper. Electro‑rubles pile up in my account like dust on the lead lines of the glass. A perfect day, gentlemen. Perfect.

Forever-girl

Her whole being was drawn to the dim crystal. It was flickering invitingly, lulling her. Its light illuminated her bare ankles, as if warming her frozen girlish body. Her hands were drawn to it spontaneously, it was impossible to resist. And she didn't want to. Hard as glass, pleasant, so familiar. A moment later it cracked, but that didn't frighten Helen. It seemed she even smiled when its particles, tearing the darkness around her, ran across her skin. Crawled all over her body. What's next, Helen? Salvation?

First shift

Russian hinterland in a new reading. Nora in the sense of a hole, when a hole in the sense of a native place, close as only a mother can understand. Before the whining of the soul, after the whining breathe.

Russian rabbit hole

In the yellowish light of the street lamp, her face looked almost human - only her long ears, sticking out mischievously to the sides, betrayed someone else's blood. She took a drag on her cigarette, exhaled thick smoke to the side, as if it were a camouflage ritual, and covered her gaze with her eyelashes for a second. A draft from a damp gateway brought the smell of wet asphalt and diesel. She raised the collar of her raincoat, checked the fastening of her briefcase. Inside were two things that were incompatible with each other: a neatly bound volume of Lenin, written by hand, and a ritual book of shadows, no less handmade.

Long-Eared Spy

Crystal Bride

Immeasurably unarmed at the Star Empire military equipment parade. Learning about one's own defenselessness of emptiness through the contrast of the frontal armor. "Give way" says the sign ahead. Will they give way?

Unarmed with a parade

in the process of work

Be with Verman

© 2024-2026. All rights reserved.

made by me