This Machine Is Experiencing Chassis Dysphoria...

I'll do you one better, what if oil changes on (robot)girls?

Taking your robotgirl gf to the computer repair shop because she greened out after you drag-and-dropped a png of twelve edibles into her brain

I don't think I can pinpoint the source of/the thing that made me realize I'm robotkin/alterhuman, but when I as an alter originally formed I was a mix of every repressed feeling we've had while growing up.

I do have a hunch that watching My Life as a Teenage Robot (2003) religiously and wanting to be the MC, watching Robots (2005) on repeat on DVD and finding the opening scenes about "growing up" where they just get new parts fascinating and enticing, and also being obsessed with the MegaMan series as a child might have had something to do with it.

Actually all depictions of robots being cold to the touch are wrong. Those things have got to be super warm, if my laptop can almost burn my thighs then .. I mean... I mean.

I get the appeal of HDG because it would be great to, despite all of your flaws and issues and trauma, be loved and taken care of unconditionally in a way that our real life society struggles to/can't and that even we can't do for ourselves sometimes. As someone who is mentally ill and physically disabled I definitely see the appeal.

But like... Outside of willing florets it's basically just colonization and enslavement? It's a super fucked up piece of fiction by nature. I saw another post on here that said the Affini are akin to a Warhammer faction and like... Yeah, they're right.

Anyone certified to do maintenance on humanoid-esque robots? My arm is fucked up and I think I need some welding done in there, keeps popping out of place.

Satisfactory is an amazing game. Automation is an amazing genre of game. But deep down,

I fucking love ADA. Sassy disembodied AI lady who knows she's in charge. I need her carnally

<p> pt.2!! computer edition :D </p>

you're cute so i'm downloading you

Robot girl with Plug-&-Play limbs, who swaps them out constantly, trying every variation she can think of, yet none of them seem to feel right for her, and she's never able to figure out what exactly feels off with each of them