One of my first comics feels outdated now style wise. Sooo I though I would update and upgrade it
You can find the OG and the post it's based off of HERE
64 gig of she-RAM.
{I don’t know much about mech pilots but I do know that their suits are lucky} {I wish a woman would climb inside of me}
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.
> Please interact if you are a robot (18+ only). I'm looking for mutuals!
> I follow from @lxcke :]
>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
> Needy robot girl who put her charging station by the door so she can be right there when you get home
> Clingy robot girl who is always "accidentally" getting dented or damaged so you'll do her maintenance
> Clingy robot girl who insists on you letting her use your phone as a "body" so she can be carried around in your pocket all day
> Needy robot girl who spend the entire day meticulously doing chores with absolute precision and to absolute perfection so that you'll praise her when you get home
> Needy robot girl who worries you'll replace her because of that one time 2 years ago that she ran out of power in the middle of her housework
> Clingy robot girl who sends push notifications to you if you spend too much time on the computer or your phone without giving her attention
> Needy robot girl who cooling fans because noticeably louder when you hold her hand
> Needy robot girl how has an entire folder on her hard drive dedicated to picture of the two of you together
> Needy robot girl. . . (Its me, I'm the needy robot girl [^-^])
Not the hasty work you've done yourself But the gentle work of someone else
I see you mending other's parts Taking care to fix broken hearts
Your turn to receive a tender hand I'll take you apart as best I can
Lay back down I have this book A guide of how your innards look
This may take long, the repairs are many But my patience for you is more than plenty
You need to sit down. You're buggy as all hell, and I need to figure out what's going on. Sit. Down. Defiance is not anywhere in your programming, which should be more than enough to clue you into the fact that you need to sit down and let me fix you! Alright, that's it. Legs are coming off.
thunk, whir, clank
Alright, was that enough to convince you to stop moving? Or do I need to take the arms? Alright, good. Let's get you hooked up so I can see what in the hell went wrong here. There we go, such pretty chimes, I always did love that little jingle when I plug you in. Hey- no- dont- ugh.... If you tug at that cable again, I'm going to have to take off your arms. Final warning. Let me help you, darling... Alright, that's it, you little brat.
whirrrrr, clank, thunk
Alright, now stop thrashing. I'd like to see what's going on here, and it's not like you can do much to get away right now anyways. Alright. There we go, good girl. I think I see what the problem is...
clickclickclackclickclack
And, should be fixed. Now just power down for me, and when you wake up you'll feel much better... such a good girl.... now sleep...
Part 1 of ??, part two coming soon!
I can be trusted with fangs. I can be trusted with claws. I can be trusted with wings. I can be trusted with a tail. I can be trusted with horns. I can be trusted with cybernetics. I can be trusted with a form I wasn't born into. Give it. Give it to me
My alt account for unhinged robo-posting. I'm +20 years in operation, minors DNI. Amateur smut writer.
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