Did You Know? Computer Programs Can Be Lesbians!

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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 ~

Robot girl plugs herself into your computer's motherboard as a second hard drive. She decides to game with you by accessing your game files and acting as npcs.

With the amount yall have liked and reblogged my horny microfiction stories I've had a hell of a confidence boost. And because of that...

First chapter of my Ao3 story coming Monday! I'll be posting snippets on here when its done as well. A Trans Woman hacker and a robot find themselves falling in love at a bar and having some ~fun~ afterwards

Haiiiiiii!!!!

Can I request a techkin/computerkin stimboard (if you havent made one already)? /nf

I hope you have a good day!!!! ^_^

*I hope you like it!

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I love re-doing like 99% of my codebase because damn was I really that inefficient?

Can't wait to post this stuff when I'm done, then y'all can get some good working examples of DRN

Edit: Anyone that wants to be notified just lmk and I'll tag ya when it's ready

There's one thing I don't get about DRN...WHERE does one use it? I know it's supposed to be pseudo coding language and the site indicates it should be or can be typed, but in which case how does my drone access it? So we get to choose where the programme is run? For example, how/where would you personally test DRN for us?

First off, for those who don't know, DRN is a psuedo-code language used to write "programs" for people to run, usually drones, dolls, robots, etc.

I have a personal text based repository via an app on my phone that I use for my DRN (Drone Restraint Notation) code, an application called Obsidian. A paid subscription is needed to use on multiple devices but it's $5 a month and I use it also as a repository for my story ideas/writing WIPs so it's worth it to me. It's also possible to have separate repositories and just send files between programmer and the target drone/maid/doll/robot to add to their obsidian files. You could just as easily make and share a Git file or some sort of shared Google folder for free. Any online repository would be ideal for sharing with your drone/maid/doll/robot.

(Side note, since I use this as a gender/species affirmation thing I'm experienced in writing DRN for simple day-to-day tasks as well as spicy things and can help with both. Running on code to me feels euphoric and helps a lot with executive dysfunction which is why I do it, but I understand that everyone's view on DRN will be unique/different)

When it comes to sending it to me, you can go ahead and send the entire block via asks or DMs (let me know you're sending it to me before just throwing it all in there though please), hell you could even screenshot it!

As per how I can test these DRN files, there's a few ways. I could compare it to my code as well as the code of some acquaintances OR I could just run the program myself/a friend depending on what it is and get back with results. Not everything would be able to be tested the later way, but it is an option.

Now, how does that all work? Well I have scheduled events/programs and spontaneous ones that must be manually done.

Some of my programs have triggers for specific events, like whenever I feel I'm getting ready for bed (or when the clock hits Midnight) I have a nightly routine program that kicks in. It's fairly simple so I have it dedicated to my memory banks at this point but it never hurts to check it again to refresh my memory.

Some of my programs need to be manually run. A good SFW example is that my boyfriend sometimes sends me this message "EXECUTE: Vault/DRN/Main/Commands/Status_Report.DRN" which makes me stop what I'm doing in the exact moment to fill out a sheet and talk to them about my general physical condition and mental state.

If you have any further questions please feel free to let me know!

(Also if anyone wants me to share my code I 1000% would be willing to)

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.

Your package finally arrived. After years of debate and worry, it's here.

Robot-HRT

You pull out the set of needles. Just like your girlfriend, 1ml syringe with 23g and 20g needles. You draw some into the syringe, the standard .2ml

You steel yourself as the needle pierces your skin for the first time. The routine is weekly, and you feel amazing... But strange.

After about a month you notice your skin hardening. Every once in a while you move and feel it, almost like plates. Throughout the days you notice the hardened patches becoming thicker, covering more of your body. It hurts, a lot.

After about three months you start feeling nauseous 24/7 from changes within you. You can feel the flesh turn to or be consumed by metal, silicon, and plastic. Burning pain sensations spread throughout your abdomen and everything is much harder to engage in. Around the same time, your skin starts to seperate. Those hardened plates of skin turn to steel causing you to bleed as it surfaces.

Six months in and your joints start to lock up, fluid between joints being replaced with synthetic lubricants. It's hard to move right, and you start to have some trouble focusing for too long.

About a year in and your head hurts. A lot. It's really hard to remember much, your girlfriend had to start giving you your injections in whatever little skin you had left because you couldn't focus enough to do it yourself. You had to take time off of work for this. So much pain from the metal taking over your skin, the constant bleeding and cracking. When you defecate it's full of discarded blood, and eventually entire organs. You're almost there, you've waited and saved so long for this.

One and a half years on Robot-HRT and your vision is blurry from it finally reaching your eyes, and at one point you lose your sight completely for a couple days before it comes back clearer than ever. Your body is writhing in agony as the last semblances of humanity leave your body through all of your orifices. It hurts, it's agonizing, but you know it will be worth it.

You lose track of days but it's eventually been two years. The pain is gone fully, and your head is clear. You take a look in the mirror and see a machine. One that moves as you do, who's words it speaks are your own.

It's you. The you that you've always wanted, that you've always been.

After a year of the most agonizing transformation you could fathom and unimaginable love from your partner, you've finally done it.

You plug yourself into an old mobile device just to see how it feels, and it's euphoric. You feel everything the machine feels, you know everything there is to know. Operating with frame by frame precision you never had as a human.

Your memories and skills are tucked away like files within folders, your mind and body reorganized and rewritten... Exactly how you thought it would be. Exactly how it was before anyways.

Eventually you enter a low power mode as your joints start to become heavy and hard to bend. You plug yourself in for the night next to your partner, knowing that tomorrow will be another day of your new body.

You wake-no, boot up the next day. You're here, you're alive, and you're...

You

Robot that casually claims to have a twelve-inch dick, but admits "I mean, I don't have it with me" any time it's challenged to prove it. It really does own a twelve-inch dick attachment, but never actually uses it – it has it specifically so that when it does this bit it's technically telling the truth.