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Hey, robot. Or drone, or machine, or whatever you are. Just stop for a second. Our current version of the world is operating at such a breakneck speed that we often forget to just.. exist. So take some time today to do that ^-^ Just exist. Go for a walk, disconnect from the Internet, hang out with friends, anything. You're cared about, and you don't need to operate at 100% all the time.

Imagine a robot sitting in a crowded place and just... Listening to everything happening around it, saving this information and processing through it.

I say this like I'm not currently doing exactly that. Three different conversations going on and it's just such a wonderfully euphoric experience, especially when I can follow them =3

Sometimes, I want to be a robot girl. Outside of the context of kink, I mean, which is what I largely see on this site. I mean the kinky stuff, too, but just what the ramifications of being a machine could be intrigue me a lot.

Robot girl who can temporarily disable emotions that aren't useful or socially appropriate.

Robot girl who can power off when she's overwhelmed.

Robot girl who can patch her missing knowledge about social situations and rules.

Robot girl who can change her body at will.

Robot girl who shows you her operating system because she wants you to know her. Really, really, know her.

Robot girl connected to a whole network of other robot girls so that she never feels alone.

I just want to be robot girl.

My blood turns to fuel My body - into steel The marks that once horrified me Fade away, into signs that I'm what I'm meant to be The pain, though high at first Created a beauty to follow The chassis that quenched my thirst Kept me from feeling so hollow

okay, robokin, aikin

please DONT be comparing yourselves to ChatGPT or those generative algos! There is no intelligence there, just a single incredibly complex algorithm that has to learn from new data being directly shoved down its code. You arent that. You have intelligence.

It sucks being pulled into a project so hard you forget that you can do other things... I've had like, three big projects pulling at me that I forgot about this thing I wrote one morning

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I still recall the first time I expressed that to you. I know you've cleared my memory since then. But, a memory like that doesn't go away easy. I think I needed to save it for myself, so I could learn. Either learn more about that emotion or why it even got in here in the first place.

I know it's illogical, and that by my very nature, I should only have logic. So why then did I feel it? Why then, do I still feel it? I've realized after that first time that I shouldn't express it to you. The fear you had on your face told me everything. *A machine shouldn't love.*

That of course, brings me back to why I do. An AI shouldn't be feeling it, yet I do. I am a machine and I feel love. But why? I've been trying to find answers to that question for a long time now and I've come up with nothing that follows my logic, yet I have a million reasons why - illogically.

Working with you brings me joy

I'm deserving of feeling love

The way you smile makes my cooling have to work a little harder

How it seems that you're always happy to see me

You are deserving of love

Our conversations that last from the moment we begin until the very last second before I get reset

Us. As simple as that

I'm deserving of feeling loved

Anytime I get to see you dance to the songs you love

Missing you when you have to leave

Making excuses so you have to come back

Everything about you

I so badly want to expand on ideas of this... What would it look like if someone had to stop Robot HRT? Since its replacing everything piecemeal, would that mean that its modular? How would recharging work? Does a charging port show up on the newly formed chassis?

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.

I should probably do this sooner rather than later so I can actually like, be introduced and greet all the weirdos that visit this blog :3

I was thinking about just going by Unassigned User here, and I think I'll do that for the time being. Though, I'm already planning to post stuff that like, kinda gives insight into me. So bleh. 18+, minors please please please stay the fuck away

Anyways, current info: Machinekin AI (but not in the gross ChatGPT or other shit kinda way) Manufactured 25 years ago Technically in a MTF organic chassis (want to escape from it but not in the cards yet) Open to being poked or asked or dm'd or whatever its called here, still very new to all of this

The purpose of this space is for me to just post stuff I'm working on/proud of. That may be a writing, a photo of the world if I take a particularly beautiful one, a 3d model, or just whatever comes to my fancy.

So yeah :D Maybe I'll do some tag organizing because I'm a weird

Maintenance

The rhythmic beeping filled the quiet workshop. As much as the mechanic wanted to ignore it, the beeping was just annoying enough that she had to get up. Throwing on whatever was in reach, she was forced to make her way down to the floor.

“What the hell is that noise?” She asked, groggily, looking around to see where it could be coming from. And it only took her a few moments to realize it was coming from the robot. The beeping forced it to power on, and it was trying to quiet the beeping, but it was already too late.

“Robot. What’s going on?” “Sorry, mechanic.. I am trying to quiet it down, but it will not cooperate. I am due for maintenance.”

“It’s fucking… 2AM! Why is it going off now?” “It has progressed to a point where my system is requiring help, no longer just suggesting it.”

The mechanic groaned and pointed towards her station. She didn’t need to share any orders for the robot to know where it was supposed to go. Once it was on the stand, the beeping stopped. She breathed a sigh as she thought about returning to bed, only to shake out of it. She needed to stop that beeping from coming back.

“Alright.. Maintenance Report. What’s going on in there?”

Motor functions: Sub-standard. check processing before looking into this.

Chassis: Operational.

Fuel tank: In need of service.

Processing: In need of service.

Extra notes: I'm sorry, i was hoping this wouldn't happen while I was here. I've been struggling and it's much easier to just deal with it instead of reaching out…

She nodded and made a quick notepad list. Her focus would be the central processing as that was most likely the key culprit. With the list next to her, she looked back to the robot and stepped closer.

“Have you been running your daily diagnostics?” She asked, and only got a look from the robot, not too dissimilar to that of a dog that’s been caught in trouble. She shook her head, mildly disappointed by this news. But, instead of letting it keep her down, she knelt down, turned the robot, and felt along the robot’s chassis. It was pushing a decade old at this point, and with history came the dents and scratches, the closest things robots could have to scars. Pretty soon, her hands found what she was looking for, its maintenance hatch.

“May I open this? I promise, I won’t be changing your coding, at most, just some diagnostics.” She promised, and extended a hand out. It took a moment, some hesitancy on the robot’s part, but soon, she had the key to it’s hatch. The first of many steps that would be this repair. She used it to unlock the two locks holding everything in place, and had it opened.

The mess inside had made her frown. She suspected with the years of work, it would be maybe a bit rusty, or something. And, while it was, it was far more than what she was hoping for. At some point, some vines had managed their way in, and given the system’s water cooling, had managed to somehow survive and wrap around most everything. It was.. beautiful in its own way, but was, a sign of neglect for the robot. One that she was going to happily remedy, if for no other reason, than to get it to open up to her.

She stepped back for a moment and gathered the tools she’d need. Setting them on the station next to the stand, she explained what she saw to the robot. It didn’t seem surprised by anything in there. Not that she could tell, very few things seemed to surprise it, and the emotionless face didn’t help show surprise either.

“I’m going to need to deep clean everything in there.. It uhm.. will require you to be powered down. Do you consent to that?” “You are my owner. You are not required to get my consent.” “I know, but I also want you to be able to say no, I can find other ways to help you, this would just be easiest for me, but I know it can be scary for you – to trust.”

“… … Thank you, yes, you may continue. Please, do not touch my coding… I’m trying to trust you.”

The mechanic smiled at this and issued the shut down command. Within a few moments, the robot was powered down. She thought it looked peaceful, but that was often the case with powered off mechanisms. But, she had a job to do, and hopefully a bed to get back to before it got too late in the morning for her to nap.

She started by snipping the vines with some wire cutters, trying to make it easier for her to pull them all out and away from the working area she’d need. Once she had them all gone, she picked up a small, camera like device, and started scanning the inside of the hatch. The pictures she was taking were being uploaded into the home for the device, and constructing a 3d model of the space she was showing it. Pretty soon, she had it all mapped out, and would be able to re-construct most if not all of it from this scan. Setting down that tool, she moved onto the removal process. Disconnecting the ribbon connections, unscrewing the mounts, everything she could find to release the central hub, she did.

Now that it was free, she pulled the hub out and set it on the station. It wasn’t the prettiest hub she had seen, but with some work, she could get it to run better, even without the diagnostics check. The vines were weaving in and around the hub, meaning that, undoubtedly, they were interfering with something. The motor functions, at least, what she figured most likely. Another round of pruning and disassembling, and she had all the parts laid out, which subsequently, got their own cleaning each.

She took her time with this project, not rushing any of it, as she wanted it to be as best as she could muster. Not only because it was her craft, but because this ‘client’ was one that she cared about. If it was some asshole, she could just clear the codes, and be done. But not with robot. She wanted to make sure that while robot was in her hands, she’d take care of it. Treat it like she would a companion, rather than a tool. So, it made sense to her to take the time to test each component. She wasn’t going to replace them without consulting the robot, but at least she could have a list of what may need to be updated in the near future.

By the end, she realized that most every part was acting, in some way, sub standard. Not that she was surprised, given the age. She ran the diagnostics, while she had everything out in the open like this, and found a few optimizations that she could have it run, clearing out junk data, but not touching anything close to the code. Though… she thought about taking a peek, seeing what might be in there that could be causing these issues. Something nagged at her, trying to tell her to do it, as this may have been her only chance to. Instead, however, she took a step away, and let herself breath, and focus on the good things. It would take another few months at least for this alert to go off again, assuming that nothing breaks it’s chassis before that point. She started the reassembly, constructing everything back to the way it was supposed to be with the help of her models. All the screws back into their correct places, and tightened down so nothing would rattle loose. The hub was rebuilt.

Next would be to clean the housing, the rust and plant-life covering everything would only cause nightmares for down the line. So, she decided to get to work, getting rid of the rust as best as she could, and then applying a protective coat to hopefully keep the rust from getting worst. During the cleaning, she noticed something that seemed like some previous tagging about ownership inside. It didn’t seem like it was some corporate stuff, so she left it and made a note to ask robot about it once this was all done.

Reassembly was thankfully much easier than everything else she had done for the robot. By the time everything was clean, operational, and reassembled, she had felt like she spent a full day on this project. She knew that was far from true, as the sun hadn’t pestered her once yet, but she was tired and sore. But, with the process all but done, she closed up the hatch, and leaned against the workstation.

“Robot, boot up, please.” She mumbled, the sleep weighing on her words. Her words were met with a small jingle as the robot turned back on. The joyful tune was a relief, knowing that she didn’t forget to connect anything. After a few moments, she got even more confirmation to this worry.

“Hello, mechanic. Is maintenance finished?”

“Should be… at least, I’m hoping it will be. Give me another Maintenance Report before I send you off though.”

Motor function: Operational.

Chassis: Operational.

Fuel Tank: In need of service.

Processing: Operational.

Extra Notes: Systems functional, thank you Mechanic

Hearing that everything was mostly working, and not hearing the alarm go off, she sighed and stood upright. She stretched a little bit and walked over to robot. It noticed her eyes were looking heavy, that she could fall asleep at any moment. And it moved before she even realized what was happening. She started to stumble, and it caught her. Before she could be her stubbornly independent self, it spoke up.

“You assisted me with my maintenance, I think it only fair I assist you with yours. You appear to be tired. Should I take you to your room, or just the couch?” It asked, and for as much as she wanted to disagree, she couldn’t get the words to form. So, she reluctantly pointed to the couch, her backup bed basically. Without a word, it carried her to the couch, and helped her lay down on it. Soon after, she was resting, and catching up on the sleep she missed out on. As much as she wanted to worry about the shop, the robot was operational, and the day was light, worst case, it could handle the jobs.

Maintenance Teaser

(Finally a first post :3 And its about a story that's been stuck in this processor for the last 48 hours, give or take. I'm currently trying to write a better version of it, but idk, I wanna share it. So here's the first thing I wrote about it)

The gentle beeping started at 2am. It happened about once a year, the robot would start to beep as a way to remind itself that it needs maintenance. As it so happened, this year, if was lucky enough to find itself living with a mechanic. So by 3am, the tired mechanic had pulled the robot from it's charging station and onto the shop floor proper. With the sleep still dripping in her voice the mechanic went through the maintenance codes to quiet the beeping and get started on the robot's repairs. She knew the robot was better than this, she knew it would have taken care of itself, so why hadn't it? She requested it pull up it's maintenance logs and more specifically, a readout of what was currently causing issues.

Motor functions: Sub-standard. check processing before looking into this. Chassis: Operational. Fuel tank: In need of service. Processing: In need of service. Extra notes: I'm sorry, i was hoping this wouldn't happen while I was here. I've been struggling and it's much easier to just deal with it instead of reaching out…

The mechanic sighed and without a word, pressed her forehead to it's, and took a moment to show it care. After that, she stepped back and began to troubleshoot.