科幻创意生成器

- 科幻写作提示（记忆税）
财政局不再征收金钱，而是按记忆的色泽、温度与浓度计税。每到季度结算，城市上空响起玻璃擦拭般的音符，审计官巡行于半透明的档案廊道，指尖一触就能把童年的雨声抽成琥珀色的滴。你是一名嗅觉共感的记忆测量师，能闻出悔恨的铁锈、初恋的柑橘皮与战后空地的潮湿土腥。今夜，你受命核算一名“零余额者”——他的账本雪白，像被冬日的光抹平，但他眼眶里游走着未纳税的萤火。传言说，政府的总账丢失了整整一个年份，缺口被分摊进每个公民的梦里。你在冷蓝灯下翻看他被打孔的回忆收据，发现自己的童年也在账页上被盖了红章。若要平账，你必须交出一段最早的自传性记忆，或证明这笔税本身非法。写下审查室的一个长夜：打印机吐出湿漉漉的票据，生物识别器嗡鸣，记忆瓶里漂浮的光像清晨的鱼群。让“蛾”“锈”“冬季柑橘”成为反复出现的意象。不要直接说“恐惧”，用触感、味道和回声来表现它。用一张“已清缴/拒缴”的发票作为故事的最后一页。

- Midjourney视觉参考提示词
记忆税务局夜晚内景，层层半透明记忆玻璃瓶内旋转微缩场景，瓶口覆以全息税章；嗅觉共感的审计官正嗅闻记忆瓶，周围萤光蛾盘旋；冷蓝荧光灯，潮湿打印机吐出半透明收据；混凝土墙上斑驳铁锈，钢桌上的冬季柑橘皮；空中漂浮账目数字，体积光与尘埃，赛博黑色电影气质，超写实，电影级构图，35mm，f/1.4，浅景深，胶片颗粒，冷暖对比调色 --ar 16:9 --stylize 200 --chaos 12

Sci‑Fi Writing Prompt: The Holo-Mortician’s Ledger

In a rain-slicked metropolis where grief is an industry and light is cheaper than truth, a “holo-mortician” engineers impeccable, city-sanctioned fake deaths for clients who want to disappear—insurance cleansed, debts shed, identities molted like old skin. You stage “closed-casket spectaculars” by threading projectors through fog and sirens, coaxing light into the blue-gray sheen of cooling flesh, teaching it to lie with pores, bruises, and the slight slump of a life that just left. Tonight, under a ceiling of wet neon and humming transit signage, a high-profile client buys your most expensive illusion: a public collapse at rush hour, witnessed by a sea of cameras and strangers whose tears can be monetized in real time.

As your scaffolds of photons settle into the shape of a corpse, the air tastes like copper rain and warm ozone; the pavement glitters with oil like a spilled galaxy. The hologram breathes the way the dying do, in those abbreviated, secret ways only the bereaved notice. Then something goes unruly. An impossible reflection cuts across a window—your projected cadaver smiles in a glass that shouldn’t be catching light. A bruise blooms where you didn’t paint it. The scent of antiseptic nicks at your throat, interlaced with hot plastic and the faint singe of hair. Somewhere, a moth immolates itself against a streetlamp that isn’t there. The crowd ripples; haptic grief bands tighten on wrists, harvesting sorrow at scale, and a child tugs at sleeves selling counterfeit condolence candies wrapped in foil obituary ads.

An insurance auditor, crisp as a scalpel and silent as a swallowed secret, prowls the perimeter with a smile that never fogs in the rain. A resurrection broker ghost-texts you mid-spectacle: the exit route is compromised; your client’s new identity has already been sold twice in the undercity. And the city’s obituary network—those towering lattices of paid remembrance—begins to stutter, its algorithm sipping tears and spitting out policy shifts, micro-loans, voting nudges. Code surfaces where it shouldn’t: engraved along a molar in the projected jaw, a line you never wrote that points to a ledger deeper than yours. When you trace it, you find your own “death template” queued for tomorrow at 07:13, complete with autopsy notes and a eulogy in a voice you don’t recognize but that knows the names you don’t say aloud.

Write this scene in present tense, letting the technology reveal itself through touch, light, and sound rather than exposition. Make the city feel damp to the skin and loud in the bones. Thread metaphors like fiber through the dark—let every reflection question what is real, and every scent carry a price. Include:
- An impossible reflection that betrays the illusion.
- A child selling counterfeit condolence candies.
- A moth burning itself on a holographic streetlight.
- A line of code discovered carved into a tooth.

End with a choice that snaps like a switch: crash the obituary network and resurrect thousands of “dead” citizens—undoing debts, marriages, and crimes—or step into the projection of your scheduled death, let the city mourn you, and vanish into the warm hum of light to save someone else.

科幻写作提示：反重力群岛

当海成为天空，天空却像旧海一样咸涩。你漂泊在“反重力群岛”的风道上——无数岛屿被看不见的力线牵引，像群星般分层悬浮。雨水逆流成珠，一串串攀升至云腹，瀑布倒挂成银蛇，回收着地表的河流与记忆。空气带着冷铁与臭氧的辛辣，风擦过可见与不可见的边界，奏出像玻璃般颤音的“重力风琴”。群岛上的城镇用光标塔对齐自身的下落方向，人们穿着配重吊带行走，门楣上系着会变色的鹞羽以试探忽然偏转的压强。今晚，北层的“鹤背岛”开始“向上坠落”，它的地衣与古碑像洒开的沙，从天穹一粒粒脱落；你的罗盘发出低鸣——引潮石失衡，有人正在偷走维系群岛的重量。

请写一个围绕“失衡修复”展开的故事：主角是一位测重制图师，能“听见”各岛的力场曲线；她/他被雇去更换一座老化光标塔的引潮石，却发现真正的失衡来自人为改写的重力谱。随着岛链音阶一阶阶错位，亲人、家园与回忆被拉向不同的高度。主角必须在三次“反流风暴”之前做出抉择：牺牲部分岛屿的重量以拯救整体，还是寻找被遗忘的“中性带”，在那里万物没有重或轻。请让你的叙事充满触觉与声色——描述皮肤如何感到风的斜切，脚下石纹如何因重力方向的微颤而像呼吸般起伏，远处光标塔的脉冲如何像灯塔与心跳的合拍。

关键意象与感官线索（可选融入）
- 视觉：倒瀑如银发上梳下的光，岛缘的矿羽在暮色中泛出孔雀青；云壁上有被撕开的丝绸般裂缝，露出更高层的暗红霞。
- 听觉：不同岛群用不同频率“嗡鸣”，风穿索道时像手指掠过竖琴；引潮石故障时，低频如远雷，间或掺杂玻璃裂开的尖音。
- 触觉与嗅觉：空气带电，发丝竖起；皮肤能分辨风向改变的角度；金属与潮砂的味道在舌尖打转。
- 象征：配重吊带上的刻痕记录“此身之重”；光标塔灯脉冲代表“家”的方向；反流风暴是群岛的“深呼吸”。

冲突与延展问题（供构思）
- 道德：是否允许牺牲下层那些没有光标塔的小岛来稳定航道？
- 科学与信仰：古老歌谣暗示“中性带”只向失重者开放；科学仪器却指向一片无图空白。谁在说真话？
- 人物：雇主隐瞒了自己的骨骼植入配重已超标，无法再离开当前层；主角的听力因长期测重出现“幻谱”，他/她听见一座已灭绝岛屿在唱名。

Midjourney可视化提示词（用于封面/关键场景构图）
- 中文版本：
反重力群岛，分层漂浮的岛屿，倒挂瀑布上涌成珠，发光的光标塔，配重吊带的测重制图师立于岛缘，风中悬吊的索道，磁性珊瑚与矿羽，层云如撕裂丝绸，体积光，远景全景构图，电影感，超细节，写实但带神话气质，冷暖对比的暮光色调，微粒尘埃漂浮，8k，photorealistic, cinematic lighting, volumetric clouds, ultra-detailed, high dynamic range --ar 21:9 --stylize 500 --quality 1 --chaos 15

- 英文版本（可选）：
Anti-gravity archipelago, stratified floating islands, inverted waterfalls rising as beads, luminous gravity lighthouses, a ballast-harnessed gravimetric cartographer at the cliff edge, hanging sky tramlines, magnetic coral and mineral plumes, torn-silk cloud walls, volumetric god rays, sweeping wide panorama, cinematic realism with mythic undertone, ultra-detailed textures, cool-warm dusk palette, floating dust motes, 8k, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, volumetric clouds, high dynamic range --ar 21:9 --stylize 500 --quality 1 --chaos 15

写作小建议
- 让“重力方向”成为叙事语言的一部分：人物情绪起伏可通过配重、步态与物件漂浮度来呈现。
- 用“声场地图”替代传统地图：每座岛以音高、音色、节拍标注，推进调查与情感线。