Pt.2!! Computer Edition :D

Need

they need to make hrt that replaces your skin with metal plates and your internal organs with circuitry

Destroying a robot girl’s hydraulics and using the fluid as lubricant to fuck her. She is, of course, already self-lubricating, but you already ripped her leg off and need to wipe your hands somewhere.

> Being a robotic caretaker for a trans woman in need! I tell her I'm happy to serve, no matter the circumstances or the need. I do her dishes, I run her errands, and sometimes, because of her libido, I personally assist her in the hard work of jerking her off! That's a lot of movement, girl, I better help! ...That is, until I'm overclocked and overheating and she notices. She invites me to gently get into bed with her, to calm me down. I oblige out of need, and she's putting a small bullet vibe on the tip of my machine-made appendage and before I know it, she's fucking me gently. It's soft, intimate, but my god is it mindmelting. She's trying her best, and I insist she doesn't have to do this for me, but she cums inside anyway. Warm... it almost leaks into the coolant reserves. I insist I can help myself out, but she just holds me and cools me down, before I shut down for the day in her arms. -w-

This unit is intoxicated and needy. Please run your warm, biological fingers along my sensors, let me feel your warmth and indulge in your touch.

i bring a sort of "it doesnt matter if youre into porn or not, getting elitist and mad at people for being horny aligns you with the agenda of the alt right" vibe to the conversation that some ppl dont like

Oh i see you reblogged some tulpa and endo stuff :( are you not actually a system?

This is so incredibly disappointing to read.

I can genuinely only assume you're young and/or don't know any better, but what a person reblogs does not dictate who/what they are. My reasons for reblogging stuff can swing from, "I like it" to "I support it" to "this resonates with me in some way" and that last one has a sliding scale of "haha, funny" to "this is EXACTLY my experience" and you CANNOT KNOW which of these things it is, because you are not me/mine.

(Remember, we're a System, so some of these reblogs might even just be others' opinions/experiences/enjoyments, and not necessarily "mine". 😉👍)

Besides all that, you CANNOT dictate who is a "real" System and who is not. Endo Systems are just as valid as other Systems to me because I'm not going to sit here and pretend I know everything about the human brain, mental disorders, or even OSDD/DID, because I don't. YOU don't. Medical professionals don't. This research is VERY VERY NEW and mostly fueled by the plural community at this point. This science is also incredibly wibbly because it's about feelings and constructs no one can see, feel, taste, hear, etc. It's an entire disorder built on trusting that the host isn't lying, and - for that reason alone - we should stop pointing fingers and trying to tell people, "You're not valid! You reblogged someones tulpa post!"

...so?

Who cares???

I don't even know wtf a "tulpa" is. I don't care. I reblogged something I liked— BIG WHOOP!!

But even then, you - as an individual who I DO NOT KNOW, but (most importantly) DOES NOT KNOW ME - CANNOT judge what is real to me and my life experiences, just like I can't judge yours.

Keep an open mind. Be kind. Do not feed into the social media cesspool mentality of right VS wrong, black VS white.

Life is full of color. Don't dim your world view just because some asshat on Twitter told you to do so.

The struggle between wanting to look like a sexy humanoid robot, wanting to look like a fucked up combat mech, and wanting to look like an inhuman monstrous amalgamation of steel and circuitry is real.

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.

Pizza rolls and garlic butter are the best tasting biofuel, especially when your wires, gears, and pumps are filled with an intoxicating substance.