This Unit Is Overdue For Refilling Its Special Estradiol Tanks And Keeps Throwing Errors And This Is

I’m gonna be honest it could be any of these at any time.

1000% agree, lots of great community here but holy shit yeah it sucks.

This is the literal only place i can be like "i identify as a machine and being put in a body made of meat is FUCKING agony dude" and be understood so thank god for that

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.

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All of my driving anxiety has basically vanished since trying to think of myself driving as "jacking in" like to mech of some sort and using it to transport myself and my partner(s) to and from locations. I already did something similar to help me get a feel of how big the vehicle actually was so this felt just like a natural extension of that.

Hell yeah species euphoria

Arf!

oh my god i need to be someone's cute robotgirl pet so bad

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.

Kinda nonhuman because mental illness, kinda nonhuman because not being properly socialized as a kid, kinda nonhuman because queer, kinda nonhuman because angry at humanity, kinda nonhuman because longing for the unconditional love of a pet and it’s master, and kinda nonhuman because secret sixth thing.

I don't need to humanize GlaDOS to think she's sexy I will simply rub my wet pussy on her chassis you can't stop me