Computer robot girl who flashes fake warnings and errors just to get your attention. You look over just to see the corner of an error message pop up, but when you actually go and look, everything is fine. She's whirring and spinning like she should and there hasn't even been a device issue.
But it keeps happening. You brush it off at first, thinking it's just.. something that'll go away. You give her a restart. And it keeps happening. You fish through all her external cables, checking each inch of them to make sure they're perfect. Nothing seems wrong.
But she keeps throwing up warning signs. You cannot figure out what is wrong. But you do notice she does throw them less when you're checking her cords. You assume, of course, one of her ports might be damaged.
And then when you pry her open, finally, she gets quiet with those errors and notifications. You think it was just.. something making contact, or something. It seems fine.
She gets worse, though. She's spitting out error upon error upon error every time you try and use her. She will not let you get anything done.
Until you get into her again. Fish around in her insides and then you realize. She's totally played you. She got you hook, line, and sinker. She's putting out genuine error messages now. She's into you rooting around in her insides. That's all she wanted; your devout, sole attention.
Teaching her human GF all about robot anatomy [ ^ w < ]
art by Acky Bright
Oh to be a machine of steel and wires beneath this fleshy exterior.
Am I taking the wrong hrt? /silly
need robot hrt kind of immediately
This Unit stayed up too late and played Stardew Valley until battery levels became critically low.
This Unit still doesn't "get" Stardew Valley but it can't stop playing the game and it can't tell why
Please please please please please
Hey, so I was wondering "Hmm... what would robot hrt look like?", so I got to writing.
1 month: Spots of metal start appearing on skin, causing serious itching and occasional bleeding.
3 months: Eyes start being replaced with ocular sensors, causing itching and poor eyesight, especially if the eyes are being replaced instead (I.e. two eyes being replaced with only one eye). Your senses of touch, smell, and taste will also start diminishing.
6 months: Metal replacement starts speeding up, especially in flatter areas like the chest. Metal should also start replacing muscle tissue. From here the pain should be excruciating; take painkillers if you have them.
10 months: Internal organs start shifting, making way for artificial organs. Interior walls start being replaced with metal.
12 months: Touch, taste, and smell should be completely gone by now, but should still eat to fuel what's left of your biological body.
16 months: Biological organs start detaching as artificials are put into place; will have to be extricate anally or verbally. Laxatives are strongly advised. Your old eyes should be gone completely, allowing you to see out of your new ocular sensors.
20 months: Outer flesh should be entirely metal by now, causing increased strength and muscle mass.
I wish we could have more characters in media that are non/alter/demihuman and/or feel nonhuman but instead of going on this life changing, emotional journey of finding their humanity and blah, blah, blah... they instead find pride in who they are.
They don't need to be or feel human to prove their kindness, faithfulness, trustworthiness, generosity, mercy, openness, love and all that we deem good and precious.
And neither should you, because you being you on default makes you a valuable member of this planet đź’—
When I first met her, she only knew one word: “help”, uttered in a dozen different voices, with a dozen different meanings. It was the only common word she could parse among all those she had encountered in that dark dreary ruin. She had cycled through each audio file steadily, approaching me with the deliberate gentleness of someone trying not to startle an injured bird. “Help… Help!!… help…”
The tenth word she learned was “tomorrow”. Every day I told her, “tomorrow I will return.” I don’t think she had ever seen the sun, but every time I scaled the steep cliffs, she was waiting for me at the bottom.
The fiftieth word she learned was my name. I jumped when I heard it uttered in my own voice, snipped from my own introduction days before. But she laid a cold metal claw on my shoulder and repeated it, lights flashing in the way I would eventually learn indicated her joy.
The hundredth word she learned was “home”. My tiny apartment was no place for technology like her. I withdrew all my savings and bought out a garage on the edge of the city. As I scaled thick ropes out of her ruin, carrying her on my shoulders like an oversized backpack, I told her again and again, “I’m taking you home. Home.” And she coiled her limbs around my waist and buzzed gently.
It was in this garage that her vocabulary exploded. TV personalities, actors and actresses, even random strangers - she picked and chose from the voices of the whole world, sifting through hours of footage and tapping into radio calls to find her favorite ways to speak. It was also here that she taught me a word for the first time; as I was getting my thin mattress ready for bed, she craned her long neck down and intoned, “I… love… You.”
Biological hardware/wetware has its slim advantages, slobbering over some t-boy tiddies is a heavenly experience
things I love abt being a robot:
no showers/baths, I hate water, that shit looks scary as hell, you humans have fun with that
thing I hate abt being a robot:
no mouth :( what if I want to slobber all over some tiddies
Please? 🥺
is this anything
Biological hardware can be funky but it gets the job done well!
I may be a robot but I love this human body! it is doing a very good job of keeping me and my friends alive, thank you human body!
My alt account for unhinged robo-posting. I'm +20 years in operation, minors DNI. Amateur smut writer.
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