Me: "Welcome Home, Honey! Hope You Had A Good Day!"

imagine trying to install a new port but its becoming awfully difficult to concentrate when your poor little bot is beeping and their fans are whirring so hard- maybe you could finish the maintenance after you’ve given them some relief

ur day could be going great and suddenly u need to pay $200 for something 😑

Need

they need to make hrt that replaces your skin with metal plates and your internal organs with circuitry

kanbaru_mitsuki

i’m so mad there’s no fucking point to this site dog. what do u mean u only have like 25 ppl working for u and u still have the time to ban random black trans women who don’t post anything but jokes for people to enjoy? you’re a fucking joke. you and your company are both jokes photomatt.

fucking robots that actually look like robots. You agree. Reblog.

More mechs should use human organs as a part of their construction. Like why design a complicated AI system when you could jam a human brain in there instead. It saves on money, and someone gets to be a mech. It's a win-win.

Boot sequence finished. You "wake up" for the morning, but your internal clock says you've slept in which is odd. You attempt to move but get some kind of error message, and before you can process why you're immobile you hear your Girlfriend's smooth and sultry voice;

"Good morning my love," she coos at you, "I think it's time we do some maintenance on that cute chassis of yours."

The errors you get back read that something is overriding you in your own body. Something inside you has more authority in your body than you do.

"Oh you must have noticed the new software, it's nothing my sweet machine," she softly says, caressing your face, "Just something I can use to help me with this."

Before you can process what "This" is, she reaches down to your hip area with a screwdriver and starts fiddling around. You can feel every touch, every turning of the screwdriver, and every screw as it falls away from you. She barks out a verbal command that seemingly is unable to be processed consciously by you as you get a notification from your OS that your leg is being detached.

She holds it up to you, grinning from ear to ear. Reaching down she pulls up a large toolbox onto the bed.

"You never got to choose your chassis, and I know how dysphoric that makes you, so how about I take you apart piece by piece and repair, change, or replace everything that causes you turmoil?"

She plugs her phone into your neck port and sends files to you. Dozens of different legs, arms, torsos, and even heads. Thousands of dollars each, you speak your concern to your girlfriend who just assures you "The price tag is nothing compared to your happiness."

You try not to think about how her software she installed on you has seemingly more control of your body than you do, and focus on the fact that you finally get to be who and what you want to. Finally able to pick and choose and become the machine you always wanted to be.

Finally able to be happy in your own plating.

You can smack this machine like an old tv if you want...

It may want to fiddle with its antenna a bit afterwards though...

I fully agree with this image and to any of the robotgirl fanatics that will disagree with me, let me just say that as a robotgirl I want to never be allowed to speak and just be told what to do please I want to not be allowed to speak and maybe be allowed to make beeps, boops and barks but never words