/md/ - Murder Drones

Moving this here

From what I understand there's 2 types of Sentinel Drones. I know the K clones idea came from Phoenix, the original creator. But what about the others? Is there a distinction, and which OCs belong to which?

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>>241881
Most thread Sentinels are of the threadlore variety. IE not descended from K or Dr. Holly, though Holly may be referenced in threadlore every now and again. Pretty much the only drones that follow Phoenix's original lore are Phoenix's OC's and a smattering of one off stories.

>>241881
In essence, there is no difference. K became just a template of how the base for all sentinel drones should be.

I don't know about the other OCs, but Pavo and Elf (she was created by Phoenix, by the way) were just working drones in the past, but in their code, which makes up their personalities, humans found structures that protect against the Solver, and which allowed them to be made into disassembly drones, but on the side of humanity(that is, sentinel drones).

>>241881
people tend to disregard the lore phoenix established because it's rigid and not especially conducive to *fun* stories

>>241887
They're doing the Kobeni thing with Anime Pomni on purpose, aren't they.

>>241889
>she was created by Phoenix, by the way
This is incorrect. Elf as a character was created by a separate writefag (on top of being originally written as a Worker Drone), Phoenix's only connection is him making art for the sentinel drone version of Elf

>>241892
Damn, I thought sentinel elf was from phoenix.

>>241895
i think he made a phoenix-canon-compliant green about her

>>241897
Ah, then everything is fine, I always took that greentext as the basis for the story of the sentinel Elf.

>>241898
mankind too is more wicked than not, would you deny yourself all love for fear of unkind lovers?

>>241898
My robotic wife loves me.

>>241875
Uppies for Pavo

>>241903
>TechAnon throws his back out trying ti give Pavo uppies

>>241903
Pavo sentinel drone, the most you can do is just lift him off the ground a little.

And then you'll tear your back, because I doubt he's light.

>>241904
>he didn’t use the Weyland-Yutani power loader

>>241904
>Pavo notices Techanon going to the gym more lately.
>It's pretty routine, and it's starting to show after a few months.
>One day, Pavo happens by the base's gym to find the other base staff and personnel cheer Techanon on as he squats 450.
>It's... impressive.
>Later that day, when Pavo goes to congratulate Techanon the man places both hands on Pavo's waist, and lifts.
>It's only about a foot up, but through the strain, Techanon manages.

>>241904
>Anon blows Pavo's back out giving him children

>Sentinel drone conversion (K-series or otherwise) goes wrong and they start acting like BoboBop
Oney Plays: Robocop Malfunctioning

>>241911
Before I sign this, I'm going to destroy his faggot ass.

>>241911
ATHF - Spaghetti Rapes Carl

>>241916
wouldn't this gif imply that the rabbi is angry about the pavoposting?

>>241921
Phi was more psychotic than Y, right? I think she'd be angry at first that she even had to do maintenance, but then when she starts to enjoy it she begins dragging it on until eventually threatening/forcing whoever is working on her to continue under threat of death

Pavo

>>241924
Our faggot, and he won't allow any fucking god to threaten humanity.

>>241925
Why is he gay

>>241927
Because he likes men

>>241928
But why

>>241929
Go give him a kiss and you will understand

>>241931
>Murder drones gets reduced into side charachters in SMG64
Truly a fate worse than chess

>>241932
Way

>>241929
ask not the sparrow how the eagle soars

>>241895
>>241899
I drew her on request from ElfAnon, the guy who actually made the character. Then a while later I collaborated with him when he wrote the greentext you guys are thinking about. Plurality of all credit for Sentinel Elf deservedly belongs to him.
The same is true for Harper, I drew her by request for RoadTripAnon, but beyond that I wasn't involved at all with her, just did some character art.

>>241915
Kms myself.

>>241929
Because he is gay

>>241938
You are trained to be good friends to sentinel drones, not to kill yourself, private! You are disappointing humanity and the Federation with your cowardice.

Wild WD Ns keep getting into my house and tidying the place up, they keep calling themselves my boy wives

>>241937
Oh, I see, thank you Phoenixanon.

I'd like to apologize to ElfAnon and RoadTripAnon for giving all this credit to Phoenixanon.

>Molli getting "retired" due to her streams not getting the views they once did
>Molly losing the things that made her her, she doesn't own her own body
>Molli getting her core and CPU placed into a cheaper mass produced WD body
>Molli not being able to recognize her own reflection when waking up
>Molli not recognizing her new voice
>Molli ending up homeless
>Molli ending up the toy of a MD gang leader
>Molli!

>>241941
This is quite strange. Usually most wild WD Ns are raped to death by wild DDs V and J, has a flock of wild sentinel drones ever passed through your area recently?

>>241943
>Anon waking up from his coma caused by cooming to sealclubing
>Anon sees a add for the new reboot of Molli's playhouse
>He brushes it of and goes to watch his favorite Enn abuse videos on dronechan
>Hey, whats that above the banner
>New board has been added /MI/ - Molli

>>241940
Elf does not like humans, she told me to. I'm just doing what my best friend wants.

>>241946
Most of them will say they love the new Molli(for obvious reasons), but deep down they all admit that the old Molly is better than the new one in every way.

And the recent extermination war doesn't stop them from making tons of Molly porn that makes Molli porn look like child's drawings.

>>241947
IDIOT! You must make her submissive to you! So that she cannot live a day of her worthless life without you! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!

Molli porn…

>>241950
This is an allegory for the Brony fandom, anon.

Plus Molli porn is literally child porn, so no.

>>241947
ELF!

>>239747
Not as much as I wanted to write tonight, but I need to wake up early tommorow
>You begin to feel the toll of two back-to-back service jobs the moment you enter your room.
>Actually, Elena is the main reason for your fatigue.
>But the girl needed some TLC.
>You leave your toolbox at your workbench and hit the showers.
>You begin to cleanse yourself from the grime you accumulated during the day (again, mostly from cleaning Elena).
>You recoil as soon as you turn the faucet on.
>Cold water clashes against your body.
>And it’s not cold as in not heated—
>The water is cold to the point where it’s a cat’s hair away from freezing in the pipes.
>Turning the heat to max changes the experience from something akin to jumping into a cryosleep casket to an Antarctic full-body dive.
>You shower at an incredibly high speed to minimize the time under the torrent of water aspiring to be ice.
>You return to your room shivering, teeth chattering.
>The lack of adequate heating is starting to cause some serious problems.
>You put on your heaviest uniform and lay down under several blankets.
>You attempt to fall asleep, hoping the layers of cloth and fabric will be enough to keep all your fingers.
>Nearly freezing, you drift off to sleep.
>Eventually, a rather nice dream emerges from the void of slumber.
>A rock? Maybe some form of pipe? … an object lays on your chest.
>It feels warm—an incredible feeling in your current state.
>You begin to hug the rock to warm your hands.
>This feels great. This moment could last forever.
>You hear a sound coming from the object.
>A rhythmic thump.
>The sound begins to get louder and louder.
>You hear another noise accompanying it.
>A mechanical whirling, like that of computer fans.
>Soon after, another sound joins the din—
>Breathing… more like panting?
>Eventually, you snap awake.
>You just barely see the ceiling of your dark room.
>You feel tired and groggy; it’s the middle of the night.
>There’s still a solid three hours before you need to wake up.
>And for some reason, your hands hurt a lot—like someone or something just pried itself from your grasp using force.
>You can still feel the warmth on your torso and arms, and the blankets have been displaced onto the floor.
>You spend a minute gathering the strength to get up and look around your room.
>For a while, you attempt to find the light switch, but give up when your eyes begin to adapt to the darkness.
>The only thing amiss is that your door is open.
>You’re not sure if you left it open when you were turning into a popsicle or if someone actually entered your room while you were asleep.
>Half-asleep, you take a step toward the door and ask: “Is somebody there?”
>The only answer you get is the echo of your own voice.
>Still, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched from the unlit corridor.
>You decide to close and lock your door before gathering the blankets and going back to sleep.
>Hope there’s no demon that wants to eat your soul out of your asshole or something out there.
>You fall asleep the second your head hits the pillow.
>You awake the next day, wondering if whatever happened last night really happened or was just another dream.
>You don’t have time to wonder—you’ve got to get some breakfast and go meet the disassemblers you’ll be taking care of.
>You engage in some small talk with the other humans in the mess hall.
>When asked about the cold temperatures, they said, “Heaters usually come by themselves at night. Usually it’s too hot because too many of them come.”
>They also said there’s a way to wash yourself that doesn’t involve cold water, though it apparently doesn’t involve water at all, something about “sponging.”
>You also notice that all the human soldiers be they grunt, officer, or technician
>They all look absolutely horrible.
>Faces as gaunt as Mark’s, bloodshot eyes. Whenever you make eye contact with one of them, they just look… dead inside.

>>241955
>Now you’re starting to get a little spooked.
>You decide to tell them about your suspected nightly visit.
>One of them laughs and responds,
>“First time, eh? Word of advice—DON’T lock the door. They’ll just come through the vents, and the longer they spend getting to you, the more they’ll want.”
>What the fu—
>Want what? Who?
>They all laugh.
>“You’ll be seeing them tonight. Hope they go easy on you, newbie.”
>Alright no, no, wait—wait, you’ve heard about this kind of thing. This is probably just hazing.
>Yeah, fuckers probably want to spook you for fun.
>Whatever. You decide to ignore them and finish your breakfast.
>Liver of some non-distinct bird species and spinach, along with a glass of lemon juice.
>Not a… common combination, but it does taste surprisingly good.
>There’s quite a lot on your plate. Everyone’s plates are actually filled to the point they’re close to spilling.
>If this is how they’re feeding you, how come everyone looks so… sunken in?
>After breakfast, you head to the service bay located near one of the entrances.
>You place your toolbox on one of the tables and begin to lay out your tools while waiting for your charges to arrive.
>By the time you start counting your spare drill bits, the doors to the service bay open.
>In the doorway, you see the frames of four Disassembly Drones.
>Three Lassies and one Lad—or at least, that’s what you think looking at the legs.
>One of them is taking point—probably the squad leader.
>She’s wearing a parade uniform and a hat you’ve seen honor guards wear during ceremonies.
>The three behind her are wearing standard-issue uniforms.
>Though one is wearing a peaked cap—she also has a sniper rifle on her back.
>Weird for a drone to use a normal weapon, but they do lack any long-range firepower in their internal armory.
>The leader of the group gives you a salute.
>“Serial Designation Y und Squad Y reporting for maintenance. Sound off.”
>They all mirror their squad lead’s salute.
>“Serial Designation Phi, present.”
>“Serial Designation Theta, present.”
>“Serial Designation Delta, present and accounted for.”
>Wow, straight to the point.
>You introduce yourself and ask who’s first on the docket today.
>Everyone raises their hand, but Phi manages to do so first and immediately runs into you arms wit her outstretched.
>Alright, first drone of the day.
>You sit her on the table and get to work.
>Due to being back from patrolling in sub -100 degree weather, her service hatch is frozen over.
>The temperature inside the base and her ambient heat should be enough to melt it, but you don’t have time to wait.
>You begin to poke around the edges of the hatch, prying bits and pieces of ice out of the seal.
>Finally, you manage to pry off a big piece of ice and the hatch pops open.
>This wasn’t that comfortable for Phi, you think.
>“Ow, man—not so rough.”
>You brush her protest aside and look inside her chassis.
>Nothing out of the ordinary, just some dust and the occasional crossed wire.
>You reach for a piece of dirt to pull it out, but static electricity jumps from one of Phi’s components, shocking both of you.
>“OW, THAT HURT! Try to be more gentle!”
>You forgot to put on the antistatic bands.
>Oops—a rookie mistake.
>You slide a band onto both wrists and resume work.
>It goes well until you accidentally catch your finger on one of Phi’s cooling fans.
>She grunts in pain the second your flesh touches the plastic blades.
>You try to apologize but find yourself unable to speak or breathe—
>Phi has wrapped her tail around your neck and begun squeezing.
>“Buddy, that was strike number three. Usually, that means out…”
>Alright fuck, this drone may be a bit more quirky than the others. Think—how do you get out of this one alive?
>“…But, since you’re new, I’ll give you one more chance. But if you screw up again, I’m gonna squeeze your neck until your head pops.”

>>241956
>You look in the direction of the other drones.
>They appear to be watching with great interest, but no intention to help.
>It looks like the only way out is through.
>Phi loosens her grip on your throat.
>“Well come on, don’t be shy now.”
>You take a big breath and steady your hand before reaching back into her chassis.
>Gently, you pick out the few remaining pieces of dust, careful not to nick your hand again.
>Phi purrs as you work.
>“Just like that, newbie, keep going~”
>After you're done cleaning, you move onto the wires.
>Only one really big knot.
>You probe the cables delicately, slowly untangling them.
>This earns you more praise from Phi.
>“Oh, YES~! Knew you had it in you, newbie.”
>Being praised for your work is nice—shame she also threatens to kill you if you mess up.
>But you’re done. No more dirt, and the cables are nicely separated.
>You try to stand back up, but the tail-shaped noose around your neck tightens once more.
>“Oh, Newbie… You think that’s it? You’re done when I say you’re done.”
>You think this is the part where she squeezes until your head pops.
>With your dwindling strength, you reach for your toolbox and grab the first thing your hand touches
>The compressed air can.
>On instinct, you begin to spray inside Phi.
>Once the air hits her components, Phi loosens her hold on your neck.
>Now able to gasp for air, you press harder on the nozzle.
>Phi begins to pant and moan—but more importantly, she keeps creating more slack for you to breathe.
>Emboldened by the influx of oxygen, you give the bottle all you’ve got and practically jam it inside Phi’s service hatch.
>This maneuver makes her let you go.
>Free from her tail, you collapse onto the floor.
>You hold your neck and catch your breath.
>Y is kneeling next to you, helping you stand up.
>“Sorry, Herr Anon. Phi can get ein bit… excided vith zeze zings.”
>You look at the murder machine that tried to make you breathe your last
>She’s laying on the table, a satisfied look on her face.

And done again, hope you guys like it and goodnight

I was hopeful this thread would have its renaissance, it appears not
>Why don't you draw/write?
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>>241959
I stand corrected, kino green just dropped

>>241959
It does

>>241952
She isn't a child herself, though, she just has the appearance of one. She's a Mollibaba.

Pavo's ass is solid steel btw

>>241952
>spoiler
she's a robot.

>>241963
>t. sentinel base janitor who overheard Pavo saying he has "buns of steel"

Can someone catch me up on the head canon voices and themes for the Janeslop OCS
>Jane-
>Bonnie-
>abby-
>mutant abby-
>Pauline-
>Valentine -

>>241966
If you recognize it's slop why do you want to know

>>241963
I feel like Sentinels would be made of some more exotic alloy than steel. Steel as a whole is kind of a terrible metal to build things that aren't big and heavy out of.

>>241968
Good old polymetal.

>>241968
Same, but not just sentinels. All drones in general which contributed to JCJenson's success. DD (and therefore SD) metal is stronger however because it's reinforced with a chitin/cartilage like substance made by the Solver.

What practical purpose is there behind making your expendable industrial slavebots feel being sweaty when a human would be sweaty? Rhetorical question.

>>241972
Literally any non-Thad classmate of hers and Uzi.

>>241971
The people that made drones liked to tease their drone prototypes.

>>241971
I have 3 possible explanations
>It's programmed as a visible sign of distress
>It's programmed so they're more lifelike slaves
>It's not programmed in, rather it's a side effect of Solver integration

>>241971
>JCJ inventor horrified to see that his work-it drones were rebranded as worker drones and being used as slave labor instead of the sex bots they're meant to be

The drones have formed a polycule around you, without your knowledge.

>>241968
I know, but Pavo's ass SPECIFICALLY is made of steel

>>241959
>>241960
classic blunder

>>241977
am i the hydrogen in this hydrocarbon?

>>241938
> Elfanon after being confronted by his neglected creation

Does anyone agree with the following
>All WDs have Solver integration
>The drones' OS is purposefully autistic to supress the Solver
>If the OS is damaged, the Solver program comes to the surface
>"Hazardous Mutations" is the excuse given to cover up Solver breakouts

>>241952
Molli is literally older than Juggernaut

>>241981
kiss!

>>241984
>Abububub

>>241984
Enn is hungry for nuggies.

>>241984
Enn hiding under your bed covers, using the glow of his tail to explore.

>>241983
>no
>no
>no
>how the fuck can a robot mutate if something really fucked isn't happening?

>>241976
Considering the concept of the inventor of the WDs being a reincarnation of Cory Spazkid, I can believe it.

>>241993
Joblins always get like this before the weekend. Gently remind them that they can take their work home.

why is Molli in Drone Stranding 2????

>>241994
I just tap a sign I have that says "Work is where the boss is".

>>241984
cannibalism (the waffle is waffling a waffle)

>>241995
I heard the producer just wanted to meet her really bad.

>>241981
> filename
I see

>>241996
That's not going to stop me from pinning her to whatever surface is closest and cuddling her.

>>241958
excellent green

Masqy cuddles!

>>241967
slop but in an endearing way like watching MD slop

>>241955
>>241956
>>241958
> It was a Y green this entire time
I've been bamboozled!

>>242005
Y!

>>242008
remove the mirror to show it actually is another U

>>242009
That's not a mirror

I need to write more

>>242008
Putting U-U in a house of mirrors and watching them yell at themselves.

>>242011
I also need to write more however I also write professionally and funpost writing here drains the same part of my brain.

>>241520
it's only been two days, Pavo. we can't end the test early unless there's a catastrophic malfunction, you know that.
>"but there is, darling– don't tell me those pretty eyes can't see the obvious problem?"
that being?
>"why, just look at me– I'm an utter mess!" the sentinel gestured to himself, every little motion causing more jiggling than usual. "this quote-unquote "upgrade" is utterly catastrophic to the figure I work so hard to keep perfect!"
>sighing, you give him something resembling a sympathetic look.
>you understood the need to minimize damage to the internal auxillary power supply, but you questioned whether some of the additions R&D had made to Pavo's chassis were really necessary
>the padding around his belly made sense enough, despite its unfortunate resemblance to love handles–
>the wider hips, sure– they needed to make room for the battery.
>but his thighs and backside hardly needed another layer of padding, let alone one so thick
>and giving a drone who took pride in his appearance moobs perky enough to stand out through his shirt felt frankly cruel.
>but it wasn't your job to question such decisions, only to make sure they didn't cause anything to catch fire or explode.
>"and another thing–"
you know that's not what I meant.
>"as if that weren't bad enough" he continues, too busy fretting over his looks to hear you, "I've stretched out these pants and popped every button on this suit"
>for emphasis, he arches his back in such a way that his swollen middle hangs out and wobbles in your direction
>"look at this! I look... gah, overdue! if THIS isn't a malfunction, I don't know what is"
>you sigh.
>you expected difficulties when they brought you on board to help test the new mods for extended operations, but if you had known it'd mean this much trouble for the both of you you might've protested
we can only terminate the test if the power unit starts severely impacting your ability to function. you start overheating? breaking down? I can call it off ASAP and fix you right back up–
>a little thrill seems to shoot up his spine at that remark.
–otherwise, neither of us has any say.
keeping that in mind, are you experiencing any issues beyond ah...
>you look the pseudo-pregnant peacock up and down, trying not to stare at the taut black sphere of a midriff barely covered by his disheveled, recently buttonless suit
...general discomfort?
>"I'd say it was more than just general discomfort..." Pavo grumbles, then thinks for a moment.
>"I suppose I feel..." he searches for the words. "...a little more sensitive than usual."
sensitive?
>"like my sense of touch is heightened, just a bit. for example–" he takes your hand in his
>"my core always races at your touch, darling~" he purrs
>slowly releasing your hand, his breath hitches as your fingertips glide along his palm
>"but today I find your touch– and other sensations– particularly exciting."
*ahem* I... see. "heightened... sensitivity..."
>you brush aside the drone's usual attempts at flirting and note the abnormality in an especially official-looking form on your datapad
not enough to tap out early, I'm afraid. anything else?
>"aside from a marked decrease in my ability to sweep you off your feet? nothing comes to mind, no."
>
>another day of testing, another early start
>poor Pavo has to stay awake pretty much all week, it's the least you can do to keep him company for as long as you're able to keep your eyes open
>(that and you're expected to maximize observation time)
>so you wake at 5 in the morning, rub your eyes, throw on some clothes, and step out into the living room of your government-provided residence
>you're immediately met with the sight of blue yoga pants fighting a losing battle with a lower half you might call "childbearing" if it wasn't attached to a guy.
>with only a glimpse you can make out every contour of the enormous rear in front of you through the strained fabric
>as your tired mind struggles to process the sight, Pavo rises from the strange position he'd been holding to greet you with a chipper, if winded, "good morning, my love"
>he giggles when you reply with a sleepy, inquisitive mumble
>"I thought I'd try a bit of yoga to ease the discom–"
maternity yoga?
>the swollen sentinel crіnges at the words that leave your mouth almost unconsciously
>"ugh... yes, that. as if I don't already feel ridiculous enough."
...sorry, pav.
>"I suppose I can overlook your rudeness," he teases, "since you'll be all over me in a few hours"
do you have to say it like that?
>"I have as much blubber as a seal and I look like I swallowed a beachball, let me have my fun."
fine, fine.
>you wave your hand in assent as you shuffle your way to the coffee maker.
thought you might be less thrilled for your physical than usual, but I'm glad you're in good spirits.
>"I'll always be excited to get physical with you, stud~" he winks "and besides, even when I'm a mess I'm still a knockout!"
>the pose he strikes is, you assume, intended to be sassy and alluring.
>while it still stirs certain... feelings... to mind, it hardly has the intended effect. the t-shirt borrowed from your closet hiding little and accentuating the pointiness of his chest padding leaves him resembling a bastardized effigy of a fertility goddess more than anything
>though you want to tell him that about as much as you wanted that mental image.
gonna be a long week...
>you sigh, into a mug of coffee as black as the orb wobbling up and down in rhythm with Pavo's stretches
>"nnnhdownward dog~"
>a loooooong week.

>>242016
Did what?

>>242001
You can only do that because she's letting you.

>>241975
Maybe even only Solverites like Uzi can feel sweazy?

>>242017
The roar
Do the roR

>>242020
>Do the R

>>242018
That just makes it better.

>V accidentally clawing the hell out of you
>V distancing herself from you
>V getting angry at you, but mostly at herself, when you keep staying around her
>V calling you an idiot when you tell her that you'll love her no matter how much she hurts you

>>242025
>hooooo

>>242025
Very powerful borgar

>>242027
I already have a job

>Designation: SC-8993
>Unit Type: Soil Cultivator
>Activation Scan: Positive

>Her optics flickered to life as the cargo crate creaked open. The world hit her hard: heat, noise, and barking—not the friendly kind.

>Three robot hounds stood on the ridge of the strawberry field, their black metal hides glistening with factory oil.

>Yellow acidic saliva dripped from their open maws, sizzling as it hit the soil. One held a drone head biting like bones.

>SC-8993 froze.

>A hound’s eyes locked with hers. It let out a low, broken growl—more machine than beast, but still primal.

>“Nii-ice doggo... I’ll just g-oo start working...” she mumbled, backing away on shaking legs into the rows of strawberries.

>“What do we have here.A nice new chew-toy,” said a voice beside her. Another drone, dented and dull. His designation number read: SC-5511.

>He glanced at her once: “Welcome to hell.”

>SC-8993 blinked. “Define, hell ?”

>He snorted. “That’s what you’re gonna find out. ‘Cause we all end up in a pit soon. If you're lucky.”

>The horn blared. The labor began.

>Drones moved like rusted machines, their steps jerky and too slow to avoid attention.

>One wrong step they'll become dog food.

>SC-8993 dug her hands into the soil, releasing seed capsules and vacuuming the overripe ones.
>She kept her head down. She didn’t speak.
>The robot hounds prowled through the rows like those sentinels she heard from Copper-9 —intelligent enough to judge movement, scent, output. Hungry enough to act without hesitation.
>“I-I’m working… stupid d-dog ripoff,” she whispered under her breath, not loud enough for anything but to herself.
>Suddenly, one hound paused beside a limping cultivator. The drone's knee joint sparked.
>“Ignore him, better keep moving,” SC-5511 warned quietly.
>“I just need… a little charge. I’ll go plug in—please—”
>The hound pounced. Its tail, needle-thin and pulsing with code, lashed forward. A quick stab.
>The virus spread like fire.
>The limping drone convulsed, mouth open in a silent scream. Their systems locked. Their limbs froze. The dog grabbed the twitching body and trotted off to the Pit—a jagged shaft surrounded by rotating grinder plates and echoing with screams.
>SC-8993 flinched. She almost dropped a berry.
>“The pit,Lucky scrap… better than the recycling.” SC-5511 muttered.
>SC-8993 continued her work. >Her vision adjusted, scanning the lines of moving bodies. Drones being dragged and dropped to quickly.
>Some dragged feet. One—a small one, half-collapsed—was being pulled toward the edge.

>“Please—not recycling! I still remember the first time—apples, then oranges, now strawberries—I still remember!” the drone wailed, sparks flying from its back.

>No one looked. No one helped. No one ever did.

>SC-8993’s hands shook. She looked down at the perfect lines she had tilled.

>At simulated sunset, a group of older cultivators stared at her as she passed.

>“She’s still shiny and clean, she must be new” one said.
>“She’ll lose that by week’s end,” another replied. “If she lasts.”

>SC-8993 didn’t reply. She didn’t feel low battery. She didn’t feel pride.

>Only… a soft static in the back of her mind. Like something just starting to stir.
>She wasn’t strong. She wasn’t brave. She was just… afraid.

>>242033
>uzi dd
>oc dds
unnnnnffffff

>>242033
Unf

>>242032
Best post about anything strawberry related so far, would read again

>>241993
>joblin moments away from being sopa de jobbo
>uma delicia

>>241993
What's wrong?

>>242027
The Jobber Application

>>242038
"What's wrong Joblin?"
>"Baws! Ya told me I can't work on da weekend Baws! Why?!"

>>242041
>Joblin's pure, innocent tears revive Tessa

>>242042
>Revive Tessa
>Not specifically stated as WHAT she was revived as
>Now, you have a Tess, the Tiny Tessa

>>242041
NOOOO!

>>242025
*bu-urger

>>241925
Unless said fucking god offered him more opportunities to practice homosexuality.

>>242047
What the fuck did anon mean by this

>>242047
Neat

N for the last time, just because you call yourself my boywife that doesn't mean I can get you PREGNANT!
GET BACK TO WORK!

>>242047
>when the most submissive and breedable drone is a dude
womanhood has fallen
billions must retake home ed

>>242015
I want a green where Techanon is turned into a DD and just rapes Pavo so hard he loses his gayness

>>241955
>>241956
>>241958
Kino green, anon, thank you.

June ends.
>The company cash in.
>J can now go back to beating N.

>>241996
I need a drone wife. NOW!

>>242008
Kek.

>>242013
Damn.

>Molly does one of those adopt a dog commercials
>But for WD and DD Ns
ASPCA TV Commercial, ‘Somewhere in America’

>>242058
good news, you've got a cute new drone wife! bad news, it's a boywife

>>242062
It's Thalia

>>242061
>"Every day in the Union, hundreds upon hundreds of Ns go through neglect, abuse, rape and targeted fujoshi grooming."
>"For only 5.99 space bux a month you can help fund your local shelter and get these poor drones into a good home"
>Camera cuts to Molly petting a WD N who's head is in her lap, he's smiling
>"You can even sponsor an N for an extra space bux, and when he gets adopted you'll receive a drawing and letter made by the N."
>Molly smiles and hugs the N
>"If you're interested please call our number."

>>242066
LEWD

>>242065
>Molly gets smooched by the N she was hugging and petting

>>242058
This but specifically a hag

>>242070
>Anon marries the emotionally scarred veteran drone medic that watched dozens of humans die under her care

>>242071
YOU
YOU YOU YOU
BUT WHY

>>242072
I can be there for her. I'll be as manic a Goddamn pixie as she needs.

>>242072
>Panic attack every time Anon sneezes

>>242075
>Drone wife is holding a cup of oil coffee
>Anon sneezes
>She crushes the cup in her hand

>>242071
Izz.
What are you doing with that scalpel

>>242043
Perfect size for the Joblin.

>>242072
She needs a name and a design

>>242071
you are MegaBanned from the Nstablishment

>>242080
We already have that dude

>>242082
Did we get a name for her? Don't remember.

>>242087
The idea was there in February but either it was invented by scribbles or people thought it was invented by scribbles or scribbles become involved/associated so anons hated it.

>>242088
Looks very nice already
Is she chewing on a cigarette?

>>242089
Nta but I have no recollection of this and can only assume Scribbles’ involvement was a big part of the criticism.

>>242088
Who are you?

>>242071
Somebody should make an OC out N and Anon's baby.

>>242089
You're thinking of something else. This hag is a recent concept.

>>242094
>Max tried to change the autistic murder machine instead of breeding Kirie's biomechanical skeleton monstussy
Was he stupid?

>Harper is naked, in the rain, on the balcony, curled in a fetal position.
>You know why. She’s seen so much but refuses to have her memory wiped. This is just something she does in place of that
>The plague that wiped out that human colony
>The Solver beasts that demolished a mining base
>Hawk’s possession and death
>No wonder she loves her daughter so much. It’s like that’s all she has left sometimes

>>242092
NTA but it’s amyanon

>>242099
You sure?

>>242102
Yes, we can tell by the way it looks

>>242095
Damn she laid that many at once?

>>242103
I am not sure

>>242102
plus the cat reply >>242094 (the man loves pussy)

>>242071
>Belly kicks
Hot
>Smaller belly
Upset expression

>>241958
Great green Anon, going to put a bomb in that bratty disassembler though.

>>242095
This is canon to the Empress Uzi timeline now

>>242110
That thing