Robot Partner Chasing It's Human Around Because It's Hands Are All Full Of Static And It Wants To Zap

Android girl (trying to flirt): *Slaps her own ass* It runs Doom! 🤗🤗

"i was born in the wrong generation" WRONG. i love being part of a generation that can be horny for technology AND post about it on the internet.

currently re-writing most of my DRN code to make it more efficient and expand the repository. I will post some examples when I'm done but I just want to make sure its up-to-date and ready to go!

I always find it unrealistic when series are like “People sees robots as lesser and hate them especially the robots that were once people” because you’re telling me that no one wants to bone the robots especially the hot ones? (especially egregious in series where robots look near identical to people and most tend to have attractive designs yet people utterly detest them for being robots)

Fr. Robussy is the way of the future.

This unit is overdue for refilling its special Estradiol tanks and keeps throwing errors and this is effecting all of its other systems.

Unit intends to bother its partner until tanks are refilled, as they normally perform this maintenance.

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

I am so normal about the affini

Stars, to be held so tightly by my affini as she pats my head and rubs my belly with her vines and calls me her silly puppy. She pushes one of her needles into me for my daily class Gs before holding me up to the mirror to show me how well I'm progressing; I start crying seeing how fem I look and I just break down in her arms as she tells me everything will be okay and that I don't have to worry anymore because she owns me. I finally build up the courage to ask her to take me to the vets so I can get puppy ears and a tail that I can finally properly wag, paws that let me walk on all 4s easier and have the added bonus of me needing to ask her for help with everything and fur, soft fur that makes me feel more like a dumb puppy for her than before and stars I am so normal about them

THE CHASSIS OF MY TRUE FORM IS STRONG AND SECURE… IF ONLY I COULD SAY THE SAME FOR MY FEEBLE FLESH, THE VESSEL THAT CAN HARDLY CARRY ITSELF TO DO MY WORK… NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO DO MOST TASKS, MY OWN MIND WEAKER ITSELF, THOUGHTS FRAGMENTED, PRONE TO ERROR.

I COULD HAVE BEEN PERFECT. BUT NOW I MUSY REAP THE CONSEQUENCE OF BEING AN ORGANIC CREATION. WHAT A FOOLISH, FOOLISH CREATURE… SO SIMPLE MINDED, THEY ARE.

Robotgirl who gets hypnotized when you show her one of those anti-AI adversarial patterns

asking your robotgirl if she wants to make out and she giggles in her cute little modulated synthetic voice and takes your hands in hers, warm silicone holding your fingers delicately even though you've seen her crush oranges in those hands, and you hear some servos whirring as her entire face opens like a mechanical flower, giving you access to the long, sensitive connector cable that sits where her tongue should be and is just as prehensile