Generative AI Is Theft. It's Also A Huge Waste Of Electricity And Water.

Homophobic that I can't have a heads up display actually

There are the fun parts of being a doll such as wearing cute outfits, accesorizing, having tea parties with ur fellow dolls and stuffed animals, etc

But then theres the times I'm nonverbal, that I feel disconnected from my human friends, feeling as though my body isn't cute and doll like enough, and insecurities in general that come with being nonhuman in a human body.

Being otherkin is not all sunshine and rainbows, there are absolutely rough parts, and I think we should talk about that more.

lets be real gang. you have a kink for the idea of being an obedient little robot because lack of clear instructions makes you anxious and you're desperate to feel like a necessity in someone's life

I'm sure this is a thing that exists, but like. Love and appreciation for poorly built robots.

Robots with cheap, shitty plastic casing that they stick together with tape or replace with whatever they can find

Robots with batteries who's ability to hold charge has diminished over time, leaving them always kind of exhausted or burnt out, spending a lot of time at home so they can plug in and recharge whenever they need

Robots that always smell a little of dust and burnt out wires and are constantly replacing their insides to stay functional.

Robots who's speakers are muffled and staticky because they were built to last only a couple years and weren't designed to be easily replaced.

Robots with busted screens that make it difficult or impossible for them to emote as they'd like to.

Robots fighting planned obsolescence even as it was designed into them.

If you have a robot girl with compatible alloys, you should seriously consider electromagnetic restraints. Unlike normal restraints, which require safety gear in an emergency, you can simply turn the magnets off. And, given their relative simplicity, you could outfit your whole bed (or even a whole wall or floor) with them, allowing you to lock her in any position you would like.

Biological hardware can be funky but it gets the job done well!

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!

my "I am a robot pretending to be human" tshirt has people asking a lot of questions already answered by the shirt

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.

When I first met her, she only knew one word: “help”, uttered in a dozen different voices, with a dozen different meanings. It was the only common word she could parse among all those she had encountered in that dark dreary ruin. She had cycled through each audio file steadily, approaching me with the deliberate gentleness of someone trying not to startle an injured bird. “Help… Help!!… help…”

The tenth word she learned was “tomorrow”. Every day I told her, “tomorrow I will return.” I don’t think she had ever seen the sun, but every time I scaled the steep cliffs, she was waiting for me at the bottom.

The fiftieth word she learned was my name. I jumped when I heard it uttered in my own voice, snipped from my own introduction days before. But she laid a cold metal claw on my shoulder and repeated it, lights flashing in the way I would eventually learn indicated her joy.

The hundredth word she learned was “home”. My tiny apartment was no place for technology like her. I withdrew all my savings and bought out a garage on the edge of the city. As I scaled thick ropes out of her ruin, carrying her on my shoulders like an oversized backpack, I told her again and again, “I’m taking you home. Home.” And she coiled her limbs around my waist and buzzed gently.

It was in this garage that her vocabulary exploded. TV personalities, actors and actresses, even random strangers - she picked and chose from the voices of the whole world, sifting through hours of footage and tapping into radio calls to find her favorite ways to speak. It was also here that she taught me a word for the first time; as I was getting my thin mattress ready for bed, she craned her long neck down and intoned, “I… love… You.”

It has been a strange experience realizing that I am alterhuman. There has always been a part of me that has never felt quite human, or even alive. Yet, I was able to dismiss those thoughts as gender dysphoria. While transitioning was able to alleviate some of my feelings of discontent towards myself, it has never fully gone away.

Now I realize why I never felt alive, why the sensation of my own pulse makes me feel unease, why my other bodily functions have always left me uncomfortable.