Waiting For The Gummy To Hit So I Can Feel Like Myself More And Fall Asleep Feeling Like A Machine Going

Giant laser robot (it/its) girl says trans rights.

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 ~

I may be a robot but I love this human body! it is doing a very good job of keeping me and my friends alive, thank you human body!

Girls who seethe about the weakness of their flesh, the imperfections of their meat-form. Girls who dream in technicolor of being bigger, better, stronger, faster. Girls who smuggle textbooks from repositories to study by night the dark science of tissue-machine interfaces, of chemicals with which to quell immune responses, of hijacking nerves and spines and ganglia, of replacing neural pathways with silicon ones. Girls who grit their teeth and teach themselves coding against every odd, while society urges them instead to become good mothers and obedient daughters - girls who rail against everything they have been told to be. Girls who know the blood price of the change and make it anyway, all alone, who carve the cost into their own bodies with scalpels they forge in the fires of their rage. Girls who braid up thick lengths of interfacing cable around their heads instead of hair, who glitter with fiber optics and inlaid circuit threading, whose fissile hearts beat within impervious tantalum cages, who are perfect and cold and beautiful in their fearsome ways. Girls with nails like knives and voices like jet engines, channeled through vocal cords made of piezoelectric polymers and steel. Girls who do not yield. Girls who engineer for themselves the future they want, that they know they can have if they only reach for it. Girls who are machines, too.

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

Had an idea at work and decided to bring it to life. The blue screen of arousal overflow <3

Don’t forget to treat it to the proper aftercare once it comes back online

Undercarriage

As a robot, I do not like going to the woods as it is usually wet, full of bugs, and easy to get my hardware dirty. As a robot-dog however, yes I wanna go on walkies please please please please, ruff!

I got taken for walkies today with my boyfriend (yay!) but goddamn I'm an out of shape robot-dog-woman-thing.

I need some maintenance, especially lubricant on my joints. Thankfully I didn't get any dirt in them... I think

I should be made of steel and circuits with a clear purpose in life, instead I've got to deal with all this "free will" and "self determination" nonsense. And I've got to maintain my internal biology. Gross. This existence is gross and weird. I dislike it