# Odd Job r4b

## Hypothesis

An explicit orbital-service-craft silhouette (squat hub, two long jointed manipulator arms forward, a collapsible capture cage between them, RCS clusters at every corner) beats space vocabulary alone.

## Variable changed

Overall silhouette, against r4a (`Odd Job r4a.md`). One silhouette sentence was added after the opening sentence; the bow-cage and single grapple-arm sentences were rewritten to agree with it (two manipulator arms ending in grapples, the cage folded between them), and the cockpit is placed in the front of the hub. All vocabulary, the vacuum clause, the stern, the sign and both preceding blocks are as in r4a.

## Agent observation

Held. It reads as a spacecraft: a squat hub with two long jointed arms, a cage between them and a thruster cluster aft, with no ground-vehicle residue. The palette flipped to mostly green and two small turrets appeared unprompted.

## Render record

- Model: FLUX 3 Image, `POST https://api.bfl.ai/v1/flux-3-image`
- Parameters: aspect_ratio 4:3, resolution 2k, safety_tolerance default, grounding default; no seed field; rendered from scratch with no reference image or edit
- Request id: 131a68d4-a773-44d6-9821-d94fea77d1bc
- Date: 2026-10-08
- Composition: global block, faction block (Ewan Hart), ship prompt below, separated by blank lines; global and faction blocks copied verbatim from the round-3 record

## Prompt

Concept art of a small working spacecraft from the Aetheria universe, made by a named manufacturer for one pilot or a small crew, with a human-sized hatch, a handhold rail and a cockpit window no wider than a person setting its scale against the hull. It is a material argument for what it does: magazines sit behind square hatches, sensors in recessed round apertures, guns in small turrets on thick armoured mounts, cargo at a heavy docking collar, and its protection is thick layered armour plate with bolted seams, with any further protective equipment sitting in its own visible housing, an emitter, a ring or a flat panel array, bolted to the hull like any other gear. It is owned, insured and repaired: scuffed handholds and hatch edges, one replaced panel in a slightly fresher shade, a stencilled registry number and a maker's plate beside the cockpit, engines cold and at rest. The whole ship is one continuous cast body, thick and closed, with rounded edges, mirror-symmetric along its long axis; every fin, blade and wing is a chunky rounded slab, and every part swells out of the main mass through wide smooth fillets so the outline is one solid silhouette. All surfaces are matte and opaque, painted metal, ceramic and rubberized composite, rendered like a painted studio scale model, with interior light shown only through small round opaque ports and painted bands. One complete ship, centered with clear margin around it, three-quarter front view from slightly above showing the dorsal surface and one side; moderate lens; plain seamless light gray background; soft key light with gentle form shadows; matte finishes throughout.

An Ewan Hart ship: farm machinery working in vacuum, because people need dinner. The register is serious machinery with a goofy, friendly face, bending vacuum plausibility a little for the sake of charm. It has tractor proportions: a broad power-unit housing, rounded fenders over exposed working parts, prominent folding tool arms and implement couplings, heavy tow hitches, and big hinged service covers sized for gloved hands. Finish is thick farm enamel over greasy steel. Faded harvest gold on the main housing and fenders, deep agricultural green on the cab and implements, black rubber hoses along the arms, cream maker plates and large round readable gauges beside the cockpit. Enamel is chipped at every corner, grease darkens the hitches, and a canvas feed sack is strapped to the rear deck. It looks like a machine bought at auction from a cousin that has never missed a harvest.

Design the Odd Job, a single-pilot Ewan Hart salvage tug, a spacecraft in vacuum that races everyone else to wrecks and loose cargo; it has no wheels, no ground beneath it and no cab. Its silhouette is an orbital service craft: a squat, round-shouldered central hub, two long jointed manipulator arms reaching forward from its shoulders, a collapsible capture cage of heavy ribs folded between the arms at the bow, and a cluster of reaction-control thruster quads at every corner of the hub. Each manipulator arm ends in a heavy three-fingered grapple, its fingertips worn bright. A heavy docking collar for hauling wrecks sits at the stern. The cockpit is a rounded pressurised capsule set into the front of the hub with a wide window and large round gauges. The thruster quads sit inside four big rounded fenders, facing down and back. A canvas feed sack and a coil of hauling cable are strapped to the rear cargo frame. A hand-painted sign on the cockpit hatch reads "No Job Too Odd". One complete ship, centered with clear margin around it, three-quarter front view from slightly above showing the dorsal surface and one side; moderate lens; plain seamless light gray background; soft key light with gentle form shadows; matte finishes throughout.
