Goofle Dream Machine. Now grown-up sister and the Doktorling Sonja have been showing off their fractal shuggoths, in an attempt to shame me into doing the same, which they will surely come to regret.
Turns out when you cycle an image repeatedly through the Gooflator, the
distortions converge on a stable state after a few iterations.
This is partly because the templates it was been trained on and is trying to impose are orientation-specific... so if you really want to fuck an image over, you rotate it 90° between each iteration.
This is the way to reveal the CODE DEEP SEVEN technology that lurks in the darkness under the table. But to find the sad pekinese faces in the wall, it helps to invert the colour palette before goofling and then invert again afterwards.
There seem to be a lot of wine goblets lurking, latent, in the morphogenetic furniture of our lounge.