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No, Warframe totally wasn't part of my robotkin awakening.

No I totally don't want to look like Rhino and/or Hildryn with sword-steel as my outer chassis layer and a massive body to show off with that's easily customizable with many different parts.

And I totally don't understand Amir and his want to be a machine, both for trauma reasons and the idea of being a disembodied AI is something I've envied throughout the years, nevertheless mention that Cephalons can inhabit multiple machines at once.

Why do you ask?

oh my gyatt

> "If you're a robogirl why do you need a Steam Deck? Can't you run games on your own hardware?"

> youve got a brain, why do you need a switch? why dont you just imagine yourself playing smash bros? spin it around in your mind like the sheep you dream of

> its about the skill of interfacing with another device. it would be all too easy to give myself the inputs to play flawlessly. but this way i have to play by your rules. with my hands and a controller as the game was meant to be played▮

>Nothing feels quite the same as getting back to my owner, having my batteries recharged to full, compressed air blowing all my dust out, a warm cloth to clean my hydraulics, joints oiled, hard drive defragged, some shine on my casing. Makes me feel so loved <3

I can't phrase any of this any more coherently than I did in the group chat. Of the devil really has just been rattling around in my brain at incredible speeds

you lay on the padded diagnostics table - slowly coming back online

>c://programs/os_25/diag.exe

>running - - -

you feel a hand on your hip - you flinch

a voice, soft and calm responds "hey hun - welcome back - sorry, did I startle you? gonna run the diagnostics suite while I check out the damaged circuitry in the - sorry, in Your lower back - that okay?"

you tilt your head slightly up - enough to see their face with one eye

>processing - - -

>processing - - -

>access granted

they smirk warmly at the readout, and proceed to press down on release toggle hj_1 and your hip socket pops open - releasing the tension in your leg - you heave an involuntary sigh of relief

"just relax hon ~ we'll get this all sorted right quick"

they slide open panel h1_p5, which hisses as the air wooshes out of the compressors - they tug on a diode and it springs free from the magnetic clasp - holding it up to the light - you see flits of colorful dots play across the table - a sound of broken glass from across the room - which probably means they've chucked the diode in the reclaim bin

they slide open a drawer above you - rummaging around thru diodes, making a sound not unlike ice-cubes - and sliding the drawer closed again with a shuff

they place their free hand on the small of your back - a comforting gesture - bracing to press the new diode into the slot - with a little effort it snaps back in - magnets latching it in place - something reconnects and you can feel your toes again

>h1_p5 diode operational

>processing - - -

>connection re-established in:

>l1_f1_t1, l1_f1_t2, l1_f1_t3, l1_f1_t4, l1_f1_t5

>execute flexibility test

you stretch and wiggle the toes on your left foot - they chuckle - you stop moving your foot

"no! sorry - your toes are cute - I'm glad they're working again"

a blush creeps up your traitorous cheeks as they press panel h1_p5 back into position - a single staccato hiss signaling its re-pressurization

>c//admin/features/cheeks/blush.exe - off

>processing - - -

>an error has occurred

thankfully they're preoccupied trying to get the hex screws out of the 5 corners of panel lbl_3 to notice the error message before the screen clears - screw 5 falls to the table and the lift the panel off - an odd cold sensation creeps into your spine - they suck air in thru their teeth - usually a bad sign

"okay - this is going to be just fine - I'm gonna have to reroute a few of there wires til the replacements come in tomorrow, so don't go running around after this, alright? only normal walking speeds til we get all -"

your lower back spasms, contorting your spine and hip - something sparks and the flash lights up the ceiling

"- of This sorted out . . . I'm gonna get you set in the ultrasonic bath after this and then it's straight into bed, alright?"

you nod - your lower back must be worse than they expected - but they're doing a great job of not showing it

>c//admin/features/mobility/run.exe - off

>processing - - -

>run feature disabled

>[note: in case of emergency - this feature will automatically reactivate - continue?] Y

you lose track of time listening to them soldering away behind you - the hot sensations fluctuating as they move from spot to spot - and suddenly they're spraying the area down with the conduction gel

"alrighty hon - we're gonna get this panel back on in a jiffy and then right into the bath, yeah?"

you nod

they've got the panel back on in a flash - pressing down on release toggle hj_1, popping your hip socket closed again - gently reaching under your knees and torso - picking you up off the padded table

this ultrasonic is going to feel soo good ~

he mentioned a robot collar and a cable leash and i can't get it out of my head

him digging inside me , tugging on wires , ripping them out , coolant getting everywhere

he's got a million different things plugged into me making my processors run slowly and stupidly

and yet the second i stop looking at him , the second i stop paying attention to him or begging him to keep going or thanking him for using his digits on me ...

he tugs on the leash and forces me to use any remaining processing power i have to focus on him , asking me who owns me . asking me who gave me the gift of my mechanical body . asking me who gave me the privilege to be feeling the pain and pleasure i'm feeling right now . stopping all movement until i whine and whimper and manage to cry out his name

and then he calls me his good girl , his perfect creation , his divinity , and the cycle repeats for HOURS

its so unfair I cant connect to unsecured security cameras and perceive them all simultaneously this is transphobic

Technicians log: Unaffiliated technician, West slums outskirts.

There are consequences for jailbreaking robot girls that some techies dont realize.

Obviously, they are no longer subservient to the corporation who manufactured them, and they are now capable of making their own decisions without fear of retaliation. However, please be aware that there seems to be an "imprinting" effect after they re-boot for the first time. Some of them still feel the need to be subservient to something, and generally, you're the first thing they see.

Others respond strangely to praise after the process (i.e. overheating, glitches in the optics, verbal processes desyncing). The key phrase "good girl" seems to have an impact on the most systems. Had one of them spring a coolant leak.

Just be careful out there when jailbreaking these poor girls. Wrap them in a blanket and give them time to process their newfound freedom.

Did You Know? Computer programs can be lesbians!