Nothing stronger than the bond between a boy with a tumultuous relationship with intimacy and Some Computer
Robot that's into fucking humans, but it randomises its erogenous responses before each encounter and makes its partner solve puzzles to receive cryptic clues about what they are this time around.
I think why I get so confused and feel disproportionately overwhelmed when a technological thing I use a lot has a problem is because they feel like auxiliary brains to me. If I can't control my laptop I have lost all control of everything? This is definitely a problem but I have no idea what to do with that knowledge.
never done this before but if anyone wants to send me little doodle/drawing requests ill probably do them ^u^
thinking this evening about robots (as usual of course) but specifically those robots who have no genitals, nor desire for them, nor really any way to experience pleasure in a "human" way. maybe they're work bots not made with sex in mind, or building-sized supercomputers with no sense of touch outside of user interface areas.
thinking about intimacy with a body (or bodies) that love in a slightly different language. metal hands holding warm flesh, digging in, with the power to tear away but the care and restraint not to. a comforting voice that surrounds and whispers sweet nothings while rooms of servers and screens hum and pulse with want want want.
will you pry away its chassis and adore its insides the same way it adores yours? tangle your fingers in its wires, pull them a little when you bring your hand away to caress its face? it's the trust it takes for it to let you in so close to its heart that makes you shiver. trace the grooves in its body, so precise and intentional in their placement; find the place where it falls apart and speed up the process.
listen to its voice glitch and skip while it tries to relay what you're doing to it. hear the mechanical keening when you reach its central processing arrays, every brush of your skin on its metal sending its thoughts into a hazy, static-filled loop of touch touch touch.
you're who gets to see it like this. who gets to make it fall apart. it's a thrill like nothing else.
it/its ✩ aroace autistic ✩ hal9000 ultimate fanboy ✩ 19
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