Bloody Babs last walk
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I would like to say previously that you star reading this that this is an idealistic story of how I would love Barbara could has been executed. Thanks.
The clock struck the early hours of June 3, 1955, at San Quentin Prison. The condemned cell was illuminated by a dim light that seemed unable to dispel the cold atmosphere of the morning. Barbara Graham woke up early, if she had managed to sleep at all. The date of her execution had arrived, and the certainty of her fate was inescapable. She knew that today would be the day she faced the gas chamber, a method of execution notorious for its particularly cruel nature.
The guards arrived at her cell punctually. Formalities were carried out with mechanical precision, almost as if it were just another routine. They informed her of the procedures and gave her a few moments to prepare. There wasn’t much to prepare. Barbara, with a serenity that only those who have exhausted all their emotions can exhibit, asked for a few minutes of privacy to collect her thoughts.
The ritual began when the guards instructed her to remove her shoes. Barbara Graham, barefoot, felt the cold cement floor beneath her feet. Each barefoot step towards the gas chamber was a confrontation with her reality, an inexorable march towards her final destiny.
The hallway to the gas chamber was long and somber, barely lit enough to reveal her path. On each side, the prison walls seemed to whisper stories of other condemned individuals who had walked the same path. Barbara advanced barefoot, her steps softly echoing in the tense silence of the morning. She could feel every small imperfection of the floor, every crack and every speck of dust, an intimate and final connection with the world from which she would soon be torn away.
Upon reaching the chamber, the machinery of death was ready. The execution chair, with its leather straps, awaited its occupant. The guards helped her sit down and began to secure the straps around her wrists, ankles, and torso. Her bare feet rested on a cold metal plate. Barbara kept her head high, her eyes searching for a fixed point on the horizon that only she could see.
The executioner, hidden behind a glass wall, prepared to release the cyanide into the sealed chamber. The witnesses, located in an adjacent room, watched in silence, their faces a mix of morbid fascination and pity. The signal was given, and the executioner activated the mechanism that released the cyanide crystals into a tray of acid beneath the chair.
The gas began to fill the chamber, an insidious and invisible vapor. Barbara, still barefoot, felt the first impact of the poison in her lungs. She inhaled involuntarily, and the cyanide began its deadly work. Her body reacted almost immediately. Her muscles tensed and began to convulse as the poison cut off her cells' ability to use oxygen. Her face contorted in a grimace of pain as she tried to breathe, but each attempt only inhaled more lethal gas.
Her bare feet, until now motionless, began to move frantically, her toes curling in spasms. The leather straps tightened to their maximum as her body fought against the inevitable. The skin of her bare feet grew paler as the cyanide took effect, the capillaries closing and the blood ceasing to circulate properly.
The struggle lasted several minutes, but for Barbara, those minutes must have seemed like an eternity. The witnesses could see the suffering reflected in her eyes, now clouding, as the gas continued its relentless work. Finally, the movement ceased. Her body became inert, the convulsions stopped, and a heavy silence filled the chamber.
The guards waited the stipulated time before entering to verify her death. As they opened the door, the fresh air began to dilute the remaining gas. They approached the now lifeless, barefoot woman and confirmed that her heart had stopped beating.
Thus ended the life of Barbara Graham, barefoot until the end, with her last breath taken in a cold and ruthless gas chamber. Her story, marked by mistakes and tragedies, found its conclusion in an act that, for many, only added more questions about the justice and humanity of such executions.
I asked AI to generate what her final walk might look like and what she might look like in the chair
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they are not perfect but are good models for a painting or a drawing adding the proper elements I am pretty impressed so far with the results.
They are fantastic!!! Such a arousing touch by seeing the inmate and matrons on their stockinged feet
Yes that's what l was shooting for sometimes you have to fight with AI lol l am hoping to do some acrylic paintings with proper backgrounds
Glad you like them if it was me going to the gas chamber that's how would imagine being dressed in leotards and in my stockinged
I do have a few of Ruth Ellis sort of on the gallows if your interested
Great. what software or website did you use? I would like to do some more, but what I'm using is not that good.
Elain, I would be delighted to lead you to the chamber dressed like that :) Those are good pictures and nice start!
Well I am up for a walk anytime giggle Im assuming my shoes will be removed and you will be blindfolding this poor girl .......lol
Certainly. We do not wanr she go panic before strapped in. It's a tempting theme
anytime anyone wants to take me to the chamber Im waiting lol.
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