DROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONEES! The wonderful Booru: https://dronebooru.co The outstanding Wheel Of OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf The wheel's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The extraordinary OC Wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>293606
Cool Asenaths done in the pile. I hate to get involved in thread drama but shit sucks. I was gonna draw more since i was in the spooky mood but the presence of scribbles put me off hard. I do not tolerate his behavior, and I think that allowing him anywhere only exacerbates his parasociality. Him being permitted to stay in the pile to literally everyone's dismay is definitely a failure of moderation and deserving of critique.
>>294634 Yes, I will be working on it today and posting it either late this evening or tomorrow. I had hoped that so long as people were willing to abide by the rules that the drawpiles would go if not smoothly at least not catastrophically wrong. Since I don't want to moderate or appoint moderators and be accused of showing favoritism to le drawfag cabal but as >>294638 points out scribblo also can't help but to bother other people, it's for the best if someone else hosts.
>>294640 And we mine, mine, mine 'Til the morning light Digging, crafting, carrying up the ores Smelting at the forge Nothing shall prevail o'er the gold 'Til the king and all the dwarves have come back home
>>294641 It's actually incredibly offensive and downright creepy that there are people like scribbles, which is why we need a security guard to check incoming visitors.
Well, don't get upset about this drama, Phoenix, shit happens, and unfortunately, in our case, too often, and thanks for new part, I will wait.
>>294644 Can't necessarily blame him given how some mentally ill spergs have claimed that organized projects with multiple people like the booru are '''proof''' of there being a nefarious cabal
>>294652 >The old thread joke that all Drawfags are Oogis It makes too much sense. PHOENIX IS A SELF-HATING OOGER THAT HAS A SUBER SEKRET CABAL THAT CONTROLLS /MD/! FUGUE IS THE FALSE PROPHET AND LEADER! WHY ELSE IS HE REPRESENTED BY MAKIMA THE CONTROL DEMON FROM THAT ANIME I DON'T WATCH! THE BRAIN WORMS ARDHDHFOELWWWHZ9APQNQGUVOD
Shalom fellow r/md'ers. Since the end of r/md is clearly on the horizon, how about we all purchase a Glitch Inn subscription and converse there instead? This is a very good idea!
>>294665 iT CAN'T BE CANON ANYWAYS NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY, lIAM IS NOT INVOLVED DIRECTLY SO OFC NONE OF THE ADS OR AMV CAN INFLUENCE CANON AS IN CHANGING IT
>>294665 by any reasonable metric a Halloween special music video made with zero involvement from the series creator shouldn't be considered canon. sadly however, the answer is "whichever will make glitch more money"
>>294651 what are you talking about? he screwed up one inter-site drawpile that wasn't even hosted by the usual admin. this isn't some apocalyptic scenario
>>294679 >NTA I mean it is extremely worrying that he was even allowed in a drawpile to begin with. Last thing we need is Loud House level drama starting
>>294690 honestly i don’t mind, i’m still gonna show up to draw things will be fine as long as they stick to the establish standards standards and discipline are very, very important
Murder Drones season 2 should feature Uzi moving on and becoming a more responsible character while a young black plated Drone takes up her mantle as the rebellious one
Fuck all that noise. Season 2 should take place in a new reality created by Uzi using her Solver Powers, and it's going to be this fucked up and dark reality where we takes inspiration from Heavy Metal covers
>>294738 >"Dear, Princess Celestia" >"Today I learned that sometimes it takes a little bit more than the power of friendship to solve problems." >"More specifically a power that I've found to be surprisingly stronger than Alicorn magic..." >"The power of heavy munitions also known as firearms." >"Sincerely, Twilight Sparkle."
>scare level 11 at the sentinel base >1 (one) oogi unleashed in the cafeteria while the humans of the base are occupied with a drone relations seminar >the moment the doors to the auditorium are opened a flood of sentinels come to hide behind their preferred human
>>294766 I feel like Doll values family above all but at the same time she's worried she's now too broken to be a proper mother. However if push came to shove she'd give it her all to do so.
>In the filming of "Locks Gate" the director borrowed a cast members Worker Drone for one scene of the movie >They did not inform the cast member that they would be destroying it for the movie
Decided to do one about Mac and some of the girls in his life. Happy All Saints' Day:
>Mac groaned as he massaged his temples. "Fuck it, Chat, you win. I'm doing an art stream again. To raise money for the Outpost 4 Earthquake Relief Fund, I'm doing an art stream again." He sighed. "Target goal is two hundred thousand dollars in three hours, and every five thousand dollars beyond that extends this stream by another two minutes. I'm sacrificing my dignity for a good cause. Please don't make me regret this decision." >Unbeknownst to Mac but knownst to us, sharing the room with him was the long-dead Emily Katchadourian. She sighed dreamily, as she watched him from right next to his keyboard. Her body was massaging his shoulders and upper back as she watched him; he felt like he was running an even higher temperature than usual, and Emily's primary concern with it had gone from warming herself against a living body to cooling him down. Mac's hand and ever-versatile forearm passed through Emily's head as he reached for an oil can next to her, and the ghost felt her body shudder from his oblivious touch. ... >Later in the evening, some time between the third rockfeeding drawing and the second pancaketf drawing, guilt started creeping up Emily's conscience. "This isn't right," she muttered, as Mac pulled up the fourth vore drawing of the stream. In the past, this would have been harmless unrequited longing. He can't see her, and even if he could they couldn't truly touch each other. But Mac had a girlfriend now, Jenna. Rebecca argued it was still harmless-it's still not like they could really do anything with him-but thinking about it some more, Emily decided Rebecca thinking their voyeurism and cuddling wasn't an infringement on the living couple was probably a sign that it was. >A drawing of Mac as some sort of anthropomorphic animal came up on the stream. Though he was still clearly tired, Mac's spirits visibly picked up at something so tame. "Oh. Oh, what am I here?" He squinted. "I'm... a lion-wolf-man?" Mac smiled. "Kinda cool. I'm like, the king of the junjle- fuck, junj- FUCK, jungle." He chuckled. "Might show this to Grandma later, she'd think it's kinda cool." >With that, the struggle in Emily's heart between doing what she wanted and doing what she knew was right reached an end. Emily's body broke off from Mac to grab her head. After a moment's hesitation, she held her head up to plant a brief kiss on Mac's cheek. Not a romantic one, just an affectionate one. "Hang in there, little guy. I know you're strong." >Besides, the stream hit its goal about two hours in. >Emily left Mac's bedroom and walked through Beretta's locked door into her bedroom, where she and her once-object of scholastic envy Jenna were sitting on the bed, reconciling, their boots laying on the ground at the foot of the bed. >"The one girl in school with actual nails doesn't want to paint them?" Beretta scoffed. "Robo-Goddamn, I know girls who'd KILL to have nails. It almost feels like a waste." >Jenna rubbed the back of her head with that organic hand, unaware Emily was now sitting next to her. "Yeah, well, that's just how I do." She put her hand back down. "It's not maintenance-free anyway, I have to keep them trimmed." The mutant girl softly clapped her hands on her knees. "I thought you looked really good last night, even with your top needing adjustment to hold its shape." >"Thanks," Beretta said. "You know, you looked pretty cool in your costume too. I waited the whole party to get the chance to talk to you, but I kept getting beaten to the punch so I never found out what it was." >"Nemesis, from Resident Evil," Jenna said, a hint of a proud smile spreading across her jawless face. "Ever heard of it?" >"I know it's a video game series. Wonder if I'd like it. Should look into it." >Silence descended on the room. Jenna was putting out a good deal of nervous energy, prompting Emily to shuffle closer to her. "I'm kinda worried about Mac right now, honestly," Jenna said as her visor's eyes went hollow and her organic eyes closed tightly. "I know it's for a good cause, and I know he appreciates that I don't want any more spotlight on me than I've already gotten over the years, but he's out there, letting a bunch of weird perverts degrade him for hours, and I'm too scared of their attention to be there for him when he needs the support the most..." She held her knees close to her chest, bringing her chitinous pegs onto the bed. >Emily felt the heat from Jenna's half-eldritch meat body rise rapidly. Her body put her head down and gently hugged Jenna, cooling her. >"Uh, do you feel a little cold all of a sudden?" Beretta asked. >"A little bit earlier, but right now I feel fine," Jenna responded. >"Anyway, Mac used to handle his chat alone. He has a full time mod now-" >Emily snrked at their obliviousness to PilotLuvr's true nature, while also feeling a little impressed at Rebecca's self-control with the position. >"-and once the stream's over? He has you to get back to." A little smile appeared on Beretta's face, in stark contrast to her usual resting bitch face. >"Thanks, B," Jenna said, her visor's eyes filled back in. Her organic eyes reopened... and a mischievous light appeared in them. "I think you'll make a great sister-in-l-" >"No, bite me, we are NOT talking about that in MY bedroom!" Beretta hollered, blushing.
>"When everyone gave up on the block, I didn't hesitate to start sellin' my balls, booty, AND dick." >-Dracula
Male J leglocking Tessa! Tessa getting furiously dryhumped! Tessa and male J waking up from their coincidentally identical dreams of heiress-butlerbot intimacy!
>>294812 I doubt it, I mean she might hold a trial but then the human points out that technically Uzi, N, and V have killed way more drones than they have.
i was making refined fucked up drones and well had some beer and a bag of nicotine and the result was vomiting on command. you notice on that last drone lmao Im fine at this point but must aneep
>>294823 Adding funne effect to german beer that I was drinking, trashed those Zyn nicotice bags after that. Not dealing with that feeling again. The effect was hitting in less than 15 mins.
>>294727 >>294728 >>294730 Haha, you know, I have no doubt that in the future, when Glitch sells its ass to a major media corporation, we will see a reimagining of Murder Drones.
>>294806 >molly is so sweet and naive she thinks she was the first evil clown in history nobody tell her about gacy or the terrifier movies, it'd break her little heart
What was your favorite part of Molli's 24 hour stream? Mine was the clown cock emoji spam causing Molli to giggle deliriously enough to make her fall off her gamer chair and need staff assistance to get back up.
>Dr. Bekian works carefully on the core assembly electo-quantum energetic manifold >just as he places the final crystal lattice filament in its lane, the door behind him bursts open! >“HEY COREY, LONGHEAD HERE” >the doctor whips his big Armenian cooking oil head around >“go away Longhead, I’m working on the final portotype-p-protoitype, whatever” >“HEY COREY, CONCAVE-Y HERE” >“everyone leave now!” >“HEY COREY, LEGGY HERE” >“everyone, LEAVE, NOW!!” he screams as he stands up from his chair, knocking the Proprioceptive assembly to the ground and shattering it in the process >“whoa woah calm down dude it’s just us, your friends” >“WHO SAID THAT?” >“I did, hey Corey Buckety here” >“BUCKETY GO, LEAVE, EVERYONE LEAVE I GOTTA FINISH THE THING!” >“HEY COREY, ALL OF THE PROTOTYPES HERE” >“I’M LOSING MY FUCKING GOOOOOURD!!!!”
>>294876 some of the sponsored segments were funny because you could tell she obviously didn't give a shit or actively hated them. when that 7/11 rep with the nice cans came on Molli was glaring fucking DAGGERS at her mammary tanks
>>294884 I would suggest that genital stimulation helps with relaxation, which is important for the mental health of sentinel drones, and also contributes to the emergence of new sentinel drones.
>>294893 My hot take on all this >Is it out of proportion and counterproductive to keep blowing up this drama? Yes >Could it all have been avoided if the host simply put in the bare minimum of moderation effort expected of him? Yes >Is the situation resolved now that the host has sworn off from ever doing this again? Yes >Should further drama mongering over this be ignored with extreme prejudice? Yes
>>294932 Every fucking time. Let's just leave the trash pillar and rigger with scribbles to sit there and jerk each other off. There's practically no asset there anyway, and what's left is just fucking drama.
>>294940 At the time Scribbles was deleting a lot of his messages and was also choosing to communicate through writing/the text tool. Lots of it was erased after a few minutes so lots of context is lost. This also seems to be why Phoenix disabled chat for a while. (Solar-flame-nx is Scribbles)
>>294946 God, fuck this shit. I'll just keep killing zombies for the glory of the Soviet Union and searching for industrial alcohol so I can finally fix all that bionics I got from the technicians.
>Spot several pigeons roosting on the eave of a building >Decide to warn someone to walk around them, just in case >"Watch out for those Pidges." Thankfully I got away with it.
>>294976 Uh, no, you know, fuck that, I'd rather go to the commies: I'm not very happy about the prospect of being surrounded by the bastards who tried to eat me in the past.
>Thinking about drones and whether or not they can swim >Or at least be customised for aquatic or even deep-sea environments. >Playing Sons of the Forest. >Cannibal jumps off a tree and into deep water, drowning. >mfw
the notorious halloween pile of all time, released for real! special thanks to all those who participated, which includes but is not limited to >vicious >nuke >page >potatosalad >amyanon >itanon >lilblucat >karmanon >minkmink >bfg >smiles >literal incest >phoenix >fugue >strawberry >grimahnik >bunny >ja-sin >j-apologist >starflare >fuckin pillar of all people? >and others anonymous artists, spectators, and everybody else who followed along
>>294991 > karmanon i knew i recognized those top-left purple ones and grim singlehandedly keeping BHL squad alive also hi potatosalad at the very bottom left corner cant tell which is phoenix though > cubes under the solver spruce > angelY > Rhea > big Lucy very nice and a sneaky SD-D on the right
>>295009 stupid sexy fridge, thinks I don't know what she's doing, using wine to bait me into reaching down her throat as if I don't know she won't take more than my arm
>>295009 Anons, I haven't drunk a single gram of vodka or smoked a single millimeter of weed, therefore completely serious, listen: sentinel fridge drone
>>295027 I think it’s meant to be depicting SA with how the limitations of the computer prevents them from doing anything as the person is free to do as they please with them.
>>295033 >Doing anything with your laborbot because she is not a person. >Your property. >She doesn't even have rights in your country. >Hell, if you were to kill her on your front lawn the worst you'd get is maybe a weird look from your neighbor. >At worst, an inconvenience and a call to the dump. That's all ending her life would amount to for you. >You could do whatever you want. >Pat pat. >But you love your laborbot.
A terros and switch green text >1/7 >It was a calm afternoon on the desolate planet of Copper 9 as Switch was heading towards John's place to for their usual visit >They knocked on the door before hearing a different voice inside saying to come in >This caught Switch off guard since John usually don't get visitors during weekdays... >Well besides watching over Beretta and her friends...and also that weird purple and red one...what were their names?...Akita and Arrow? >Switch heard their voices before but, not this voice. It's sounded sweet and gentle. It felt too welcoming >Thus Switch prepared themselves as they entered in the building. Step by step they approach with caution. Bit by bit as they approach where the illuminating room creeping around the corner >All they saw was hollowed white eyes meeting up with their visor as they jumped back towards the ground in a state of shock >Switch:"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" >Quickly and within post haste Switch drawn their weapon upon the "intruder" >???:"WOAH! WOAH CALM DOWN! AND FOR FUCK SAKE BE CAREFUL WHERE YOU SWING THAT THING YOU ALMOST BURNT MY BUTTERSCOTCH SCONES!" >Switch:"....FFFFFFUCKING SCONES! THAT SHIT BARELY LAST A WEEK WITHIN A FRIDGE! AND SEEING HOW MUCH YOU MADE ITS LITERALLY A BAKER DOZEN!" >???:"THAT UNLESS YOU FROZE THEM AND THEY CAN LAST UP TOO THREE MONTHS! AND I WILL NOT LET SOMEONE TAKE MY SWEETS AWAY FROM MY COLD ROBOTIC HANDS!" >Switch:".....WHAT?" >Soon the mysterious being put down the delectable scones on the table in a fit of fury before unveiling their hand from the stove mittens >Switch:"How....but...your a cyborg?!" >???:"No, I'm not a cyborg I'm a mutant like Akita and Arrow and so too my sibling" >"Siblings? Mutant? What?" Those thoughts filled up Switches mind on trying to grasp on what and who the hell this being is >Switch:"...Alright it would seem that we have gotten off the wrong foot-" >???:"Well no shit sherlock we gotten off the wrong foot, YOU LITERALLY SWUNG A...what is that...IS THAT A PLASMA SABER SWORD!
>>295042 >2/7 >???:"WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET ONE OF THESE ON A DEAD PLANET???" >Switch:"LOOK!...Let's calm down...and take a deep breath...I usually see John here or at least on of the doorman kids or as you would put it "mutants" that are Akita and Arrow. I recognize them but not you...so who are you exactly" >???:"Well...to put it more exactly it's called Solver Sapiens. I say mutants since parts of me and my sibling have robotic parts. Thus mutant is a bit more befitting for us than Akita and Arrow since they're mostly flesh and what not" >Terros:"And to answer your question my name is Terros. And sorry for my crude language from earlier. You sorta taken me by surprise miss..." >Switch:"My name is Switch. And please don't call me miss. Calling me Switch will do just fine...So what your doing here?" >Terros:"Oh that's easy: today John's teaching me some more baking skills today" >Switch:"I'm sorry what? Teaching you baking? Isn't he working today?" >Terros:"No. Surprisingly enough he gotten a 2 month break today since they labeled it as an and I quote "mandatory vacation" for not taking a single vacation day. See" >Terros pointed towards a calendar adjacent from them with x's mark on them. With one of the day labeled as "teaching soulless eye child more baking skills and use less neurotoxins on me" >Switch:"Oh...well that's interesting...Well than Terros...do you know exactly where John is?" >Terros:"Sadly I do not know his precise location. He only told me that he had to take care of some on quote "business". Which I mostly choked it up as personal business and try not to pry anymore." >Switch:"I see..." >Soon the room ever so slowly grew dead quiet as both people sorta awkwardly looking around hoping one or the other break the frigid ice yet again >This went on for a few more agonizing minutes before one of them finally spoken >Terros:"So Switch...how did you and Mr.John meet?" >Switch:"Oh that?...well it's a simple story really...wanna sit down and listen to it?"
>>295043 >3/7 >Terros:"Sure. Let me just freeze these scones real quick and I'll be right there in a jiffy" >Switch went from the kitchen and into the living room and sat down onto John's couch. >With a few seconds later with Terros coming into the room bringing in a pitcher and some plastic cups >Terros:"Care for a drink?" >Switch:"Sure. I wouldn't mind. What flavor is it exactly, if you don't mind me asking?" >Terros:"Oh it's pomegranate with some blueberry flavoring. It's a pretty good combo if I do say so myself" >Terros:"So no then. What is your story on how you meet Mr.John?" As they sat close to Switch hoping to catch every single detail they might spill out. >Switch:"Well it's start a few months back when I first came to this outpost and such. Wondering around and seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Especially with the worker drones, God they can be absolute idiots at times" >Terros:"Couldn't agree more so, heh" >Switch:"heh,well anyway as I kept on looking around and such is when I saw John...I was in a state of shock because not ONLY there's a human up and about but that they some how manage to actually make the worker drones believe he's an actual drone?! Can you believe that? Like his costume is the most obvious disguise there is and yet they still believe him" >Terros:"That'll explain why I see him wearing that outfit at times. But why?" >Switch:"It so that drones won't bother him on questions on what to for and such. With even some wanting servitude if you believe it or not" >Terros:"...but...why? Don't they know they can do whatever they want?" >Switch:"That's also another point about John, one of many reasons he hate the drones here is that they have all the information they need to pick up where humanity left off. But instead they went down the stereotype troupe route and repeat the same mistakes that humans have done which urks John"
>>295044 >4/7 >Switch:"Which you ask me is at fault for those who design these drones with such low intelligence" >Terros:"Oh don't tell me about it, Ive literally see some of them do those dumb old online trends. One of them literally got one of their drone friends straight to the hospital" >Switch:"Ain't no fucking way. Ha! These drones are even dumber than I thought...well eventually I've confronted him about it and thus we talk to each other slowly till eventually we got use to of each other. Talking about issues, sometimes to chill or distress at times" >Terros:"I bet you guys told each others pretty funny stories too huh. Probably joke or even perhaps share a beer even huh?" >Switch:"Yeah...we did...though he is a trouble man which is why I usually come and visit him so he can distress himself...though he's like a hard walnut to crack to let out his emotions or those bottle up emotions..." >Terros:"Oh...I'm sorry to hear that...what happened to him that made him bottle up this much?" >Switch:"...John...throughout his life adult life nothing but misfortune came to him. And during moments of peace bad luck always leers its ugly maul...And during that time he lost those who were very close to him..." >Switch:"That's why he very keen on not showing too much of his emotions" >Terros:"Because if he did so life will hurt him again wouldn't it..." >Switch did say a word but her worried expression about John and his mental state was all Terros needed >Switch:"Sorry if this killed the mood..." >Terros:"None taken...it's good to talk about these things...make it's all the more valuable of those small moments we have" >Switch:"Couldn't say it better myself..." >The air slowly thickened with the silence as Switch decides to pour themselves a drink before breaking the ice once again >Switch:"So...how did you and John meet?" >Terros:"Well it's quite a small story exactly. I first meet Mr.John through my sibling, Blondie, introducing us to him. Though at first it was rocky
>>295045 >5/7 >Terros:"But overtime we gotten to know each other better and slowly became friends...well more exactly I consider him as a friend though from your account he'll isn't so keen on saying that word...but deep down I know he'll consider you,me and of course the others as friends...after all he seems at peace when we're all together...it's nice to see his smile" >"Wait his smile?" Switch thought. Did...Did she actually someone made John smile? She needs to press on her some more >Switch:"Wait you made him smile? How?" >Terros:"Wellll...not exactly seeing on his face...but more so within his soul...My father tells me I have an uncanny ability to see people "True Smile". If I knew them or not I can see that smile. And let's just day John has a wonderful smile...he looks good with it on. Same with you and your friend" >Switch:"Yeah...wait...my friend? What do you mean "my friend"?' >Soon Terros began describing Switch "friend"...The more describe every single detail from the eyes, the clothes, the way they look...the way even smiled...left nothing but Switches robotic heart cold >Soon she quickly hosted her by the shirt shouting out them on how, HOW DID THEY EVEN KNOW WHAT THEY EVEN LOOK LIKE! >HOW CAN THEY EVEN KNOW THE SMALL DETAIL ABOUT "THEM"! >Till suddenly she felt woozy...stumbling...arms weaken legs slumping over...no...No..NO SHE SPIKED THE DRINK! >Switch:"You....you...bastard...why" >Terros:"Shhhhhhhhhh...you look stress Switch...I'm only helping you to relieve your stress. As you do so for John. Cause afternoon all a friend of Mr.John is a friend of mines" >Switch desperately try to grab on to something, ANYTHING TO KEEP HER AWAKE...but to no avail her visor became heavy and before she knew it she was off within the land of dreams >And within the lands of dreams there's was nothing put pitcher back. No up nor down, left nor right, nor what is day and what is night. Nothing but emptiness
>>295046 >6/7 >But a single silhouette of light pierced within the dark. There stood a figure all smothered in red with a strong contrast of white with a single hand shaded with a saturated hue of blue >The more Switch stared at this figured the more fury she felt: It was Terros with a bastard smile >Terros:"Welcome my dear friends to my first ever song. And I hope you enjoy" >Soon a snap of jazz, the strumming of an electric synthesizer sprung to life. Filling up that void of emptiness as Terros began to sing >Don't >Don't you cry >Don't you denied >Those feelings you have inside >It will leave dread inside >Go >Break your shell on the outside >Leave everything behind >So why do you keep on >Runnin' and >Runnin' and >Runnin' and >Runnin', on and on >Runnin' ain't gonna save your soul >But yet Nothin' >Nothin' >Nothin' >Nothin' >Nothin' >Nothin' >Nothin' ain't gonna help you achieve your goals >All this pleadin' and fightin' and strifin' ain't gonna give you control >So it's comin' >Comin' and >Comin' and >Comin' and >Comin' and >Comin' to burn of your skin and leave you scorched and decayed >So slough off that flayed skin and sore >Slough off that skin and sore >[instruments kept on playing an upbeat jazz before soothing to a calmer tempo but that upbeat rushing can still be felt] >...Breaking the peace of this forsaken world is how your gonna roll and free of your twisted entropy >Trying to two-time your like is nothing but foolishness upon me >With a twisted brain'd lie of tounge's defiance >But I know what it means to say >But I know what it means to feel >SO GIVE IN >GIVE IN >[chorus:GIVE IN] >GIVE IN AND LET GO >[chorus:LET GO] >LET GO >LET GO >AND MAKE IT REAL >TO YOU, TO US >AND ACHEIVE FREEDOM >Oh... >...So stand up and show your pride >Go and walk your stride and fight >No matter the pain that leaves it stain >For this world will see nothing of you if you ain't start deamin' >Dreamin' >Dreamin' > And let go, >Let go, >AND RISEN >[chorus: RISEN] >RISEN
>>295047 >7/7 >[chorus:RISEN] >SHOW THIS WORLD YOUR ONE TRUE LIGHT >As that final line struck Switch woken up from her slumber screaming on top of her lunges before startling someone >John:"JESUS FUCK!" >Switch quickly pull out their sword screaming to know where THAT thing is >John:"SWITCH CALM DOWN! PLEASE BECAREFUL WITH YOUR SWORD! I CAN EXPLAIN EVERYTHING!" >Switch:"YOU BETTER AND-" >John:"SHE HIT YOU WITH A NERO-TOXIN IN ORDER TO HELO YOU TO RELIEVE STRESS EVEN THOUFH I TOLD THEM COUNTLESS TIMES NOT TO DO SO!" >Switch:"...FUCKING NERO-TOXINS! WHO DOES THAT!" >John:"She does it...And I mean yeah it sorta helps relaxing the muscles but if leaves your mind in a delirious state WHICH I HATE ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY DID IT TO MY FAVORITE BREAD CONCHAS! I WILL NOT FORGET NOR FORGIVE!" >"Wait? Too help them to relax?" Switch thought and the more she let that thought dwell within her she actually did notice a strong difference >Her joints,vision, heart rate, hell even her entire systems felt like they gotten a well freshed update >Just what the hell even is Terros anyway >Switch:"Sorry...Just...was caught off guard and stress that's all." >John:"None taken. I seriously need to talk to them more so on not to do that despite their pleas on saying "it's helping people"' >John:"Sorry if she left you like that. Want to talk about it to help you cool off? Perhaps have something that ISN'T laced with neurotoxins" >Switch:"That'll actually be actually nice...though if I see her again I'm gonna give her a "stern talking" to" >John:"I'll make sure to keep a first aid on me then" >And thus John and Switch talk things out and we're able to have a good time. Even crack a joke or two >But thay image that Switch saw of Terros was still engraved into her. The way Terros looked at her...it felt strange...it felt uneasy >Especially since within this dream she was able to see her "eyes"...the way it stared into her soul felt as if though she was grabbing it's very essence of it >But the next time she sees her she'll make sure she'll get answer from her >It's only the matter of time See you soon my friend.
>Be me. >I stared at my empty house, it was quiet. The kind that presses in on you like a heavy blanket.
>It was just me and my new wife, A Furnace Drone. She'd been a godsend ever since I got her, this blessing was designed to handle the drudgery of life.
>What would I be without her?
>No more takeout disasters or piles of laundry staring at me from the corner.
>She cooked, she cleaned, she did the dishes with a grace that was so hot.
>Tonight, I was craving something simple. A hot dog. I grabbed one from the fridge, still cold and limp, and approached her where she stood in the kitchen.
>"Cook this for me, please. "
>She tilted her head, her mouth opening with a soft whir, revealing the inner chamber that could reach perfect grilling temps in seconds.
>I slid the hot dog in, watching as steam hissed out, the sizzle filling the air with that charred, savory scent.
>She held it there, her systems calibrating, until it was done. >It looks so juicy, with those perfect grill marks.
>"Bon Appétit."
>As I pulled it out and took a bite, something stirred in me. >The warmth radiating from her mouth, that inviting heat... >Her saliva as a cooking oil. >it got me thinking. Feeling. >Aroused, in a way I hadn't expected. >My mind wandered to darker places what if I put something else in there? >My penis, sliding into that cozy furnace, feeling her controlled blaze wrap around me like our shared lover's embrace.
>The thought made my pulse quicken, my body responding despite the chill in the air.
>But then I remembered: it was November. No Nut November. That stupid challenge I'd committed to, a test of willpower in a world full of temptations.
>I had to be strong. I clenched my fists, stepping back from her, the hot dog suddenly tasting like ash in my mouth.
>She didn't judge; she just stood there, efficient and unfeeling, her vents exhaling a plume of smoky breath that curled lazily toward the ceiling.
>That smoke... it hit me like a memory punch. It reminded me of my first cigarette, back in high school, stolen from my dad's pack and puffed behind the teacher back.
>That acrid, forbidden warmth filling my lungs, the rush of rebellion. >Innocent, stupid, but thrilling and free.
>Just like this moment, teetering on the edge of something I shouldn't do. >I shook it off and headed to bed. >She followed, her footsteps a gentle hum on the floorboards.
>As I slipped under the covers, she climbed in beside me, her body adjusting seamlessly. >The temperature rose just enough to chase away the cold , wrapping me in a cocoon of perfect comfort.
>Not too hot, no too cold just right. >I drifted off, her smoky exhales mingling with my breaths, the only two souls in this empty house.
>>295015 Anon, ill have you know that i have made these fridges purposefully small for a reason. As much as they might try, i dont think its physically pheasable for them to fully eat someone, they might get close but they just arent big enough, even with the tail.
But. It would only take the tiniest bit of exaggeration in writing to pass that limmit, so you can never be sure. >>295018 Additional storage, stretchy just like the torso, the bit at the end just helps keep the drone balanced for heavier items
>>295074 Feel orange would fit her well, in many shots orange eyes are closer to gold or darker yellows than reddish orange so it stays familiar. Pink or blue wouldn't fit at all
>>295083 I know this was a bad image but look here, there is no doubt. Four thingers and thumb, no hard edges, no light, thinner fingers than drones have. Human hand on Beau
I think I was drawing Alice's hair wrong so long, everything is far more diagonal and cartoony than I tried so far and it makes way more sense and is more orderly this way
>John goes to a costume contest as himself >drones are in awe of his incredible human costume >he wins first place easily >the drone in second place seethes >she spent so much time on her costume only to lose to John again this year >it's all too much >she eyes the punch bowl, filled with liquid >John the drone won't be laughing once she dumps it all over him and shorts his circuits >picking up the punch bowl, careful not to spill it on herself, she sneaks behind John as he smokes a cigarette in an alley >the fucking showoff! there wasn't even anyone around to see! >enjoy being dead, showbot >pour the punch all over him >expect to see sparks and smoke, but he just stands there >"A shame," he speaks, "I was hoping to have some later." >"W-what? How? But.. that means... you're actually a-" >John finally turns around, a toothy grin smiling psychotically down at the drone >"It seems you've seen through my disguise," John grins, wide enough to reach his ears >his pupils shrink, the whites of his bloodshot eyes shine in the low light >John picks up the punch bowl, holding it above his head like a bludgeon >a single blow and the drone's display shatters, a second and her chesdt dents, a third and her failsafe detonates around her core
Now in theaters: A harrowing tale of a worker drone trapped in a cage with 6 human children and nothing to eat. They emerge victorious two weeks later as the lone survivor.
I'm going to earlier in the timeline with this one. Happy All Souls' Day:
>"[-could know how much your mother misses you...]" >Negev was woken up in the witching hour by a patch of coldness moving across her scalp, through her hardhat. "Mmh..." Almost immediately, she saw the person who roused her from her sleep: the corpse of a girl not all that much older than her, with one red eye gouged out and no core in her gorily opened chest. Her uninvited visitor's long purple hair flowed like it was underwater. >If Negev had been a bit slower to act, she would have picked up that the intruder was frowning, or asked herself why her eye looked so sad. But her most recent dose of sedatives had worn off in her sleep. So she jolted from her bed and screamed, before dropping into what she was pretty sure was a defensive stance >The first sign this wasn't a fight or flight situation-the first that Negev wasn't too amped up to notice anyway-was that her paranormal interloper recoiled from her, instead of silencing her. In fact, her eye had gone hollow. She didn't even make any further moves, she was just in shock. >After a moment, Negev's sensitive hearing picked up the blueshifting footsteps of orderlies running to her cell. One of them swung open the door and switched the lights on, the others taking position behind him. "Negev? Negev, did something happen?" >Negev looked back and forth between the orderly and her would-be sleep paralysis demon, who was gesturing for her go stay quiet. "Oh, uh, I just had a nightmare. It was the one about the pink human screaming and crying blood, it's fine." She glanced over to the intruder as she sat down on her bed. "I, uh, I should be able to get back to sleep on my own." The orderly gave Negev a thumbs up, turned the lights back off, then left her room, closing the door behind him. After waiting until the orderlies were out of earshot, Negev turned back to her guest, who moved directly under the skylight in the middle of her cell. "So, are you a ghost or something?" >"[How do you see me?]" Negev noted that she wasn't hearing things earlier. The ghost was speaking Russian. >"I'm asking the questions here, toots," Negev said as she shifted from sitting to reclining on her side. The ghost, her eye squinting, mouthed 'toots' in apparent confusion. "First things first, who the flip are you?" >The ghost clasped her hands together. "[I'm... I'm Doll Berlioz. I would have been in the graduating class of 3072 if I had lived to see it. Currently, I'm an urban legend. I have... a history with your family, that I don't want to get into tonight because it's the dead of night and I don't want to excite you right now.]" >A lightbulb went off in Negev's head. "Oh, YOU'RE Doll. Auntie V was always so guil-" Negev's eyes went hollow again as Doll started flickering and glitching out, her once-placid face twisting into a snarl of absolute hatred as oil gushed from her hollowed out chest and what appeared to be blood poured from her gouged out eye. "Oh. Oh wow. I'm... I'm kinda impressed to see someone who hates her more than Grandma does. Can you just pretend I never brought her up?" >"[Gladly,]" Doll snarled through gritted teeth. Negev blinked, and her appearance was suddenly back to normal. >Negev waited a moment, just in case Doll still needed to calm back down. "So, why are you bothering with me?" >Doll thought about how to say this without hampering Negev's ability to get back to sleep. "[For one, you're... not crazy, what you've been seeing is real, but you are sick. I'm sick too.]" Negev repressed the urge to question how a ghost could be sick, Doll sounded just as serious about it as she herself does about Mother. "[I've been able to take care of myself, and your... family seems to be doing the same for your sister, but there's no one here who can teach you what you need to know.]" Doll stopped to remember something. "[Your grandmother could too, but not with you in here. I can't go into it much more beyond that right now, but you need to trust me.]" Doll snapped her fingers to wake a nodding off Negev. >"Keep going..." Negev yawned. >"[Also, I... I just want to do something right by someone,]" Doll said sadly. "[And to be honest... I see something of myself in you. You need your family, but visiting hours aren't giving you enough, aren't they.]" Negev nodded in agreement. "[I lost my family, and I just... couldn't stand to see you as lonely as you are...]" >Negev drummed her fingers on her bed. "Can... can I give you a hug? I think we... both need one... but you're a ghost..." >Doll regained her composure at the mention of her corporeality. Oil started flowing from inside her chest, covering her completely. Two red eyes and a jagged red light for a mouth appeared on her face. "[I can hold a body together more than long enough for that.]" Doll moved in, and Negev leaned out from her bed to hold her. >"You know," Negev said, "maybe I'm just saying this because I'm sleepy, and not thinking right, but this is probably... the first time I've made a friend..." Negev yawned again, and conked out, SLEEP MODE on her visor. Doll moved Negev back into her bed, then teleported out.
>>295141 (me) Turned out a lot sappier at the end than I was expecting it to be when I went in to write it. Once I actually thought about it, setting it at the witching hour was more of a curveball than I initially figured when the idea popped into my head. Hope everyone enjoyed sleepy Negev.
Considered writing an All Souls' Day thing for Pavo, since he's Italian and all, but nah, it's kind of disrespectful to the day to write about the gay peacock robot observing it.
>>295155 Uzi and N making snow angels! Uzi standing on a chair so she can hold N's cheeks and stare into his eyes! Uzi finding an old thing of pretzels and tossing them in the air for N to jump up and eat!
>>295155 Give in to the worms Give in to the worms Give in to the worms Give in to the worms Give in to the worms Give in to the worms Give in to the worms Give in to the worms
>Managed to change my schedule in such a way to have mondays off >Great! I'll be able to work on my greens till late on sundays >Oh, I still didn't finish this one, well I'll just go to bed and do it tommorow then >My neighbour starts blasting shitty rap music at 7am Why are normalfags like this? I'm starting to agree with Liam's stance on them
>>295178 I remember he worked as a salesman in a clothing store on a planet where drones were treated much better on average than on other planets. It seems like it was even green.
>>295184 Have you seen industrial refrigerators? This. Enormous machines designed to freeze anything God could create. I imagine they could be used to capture DD cores, simply freezing them to icicles instead of digesting them.
>>295084 i mean all the fridge drones are kinda bird brained in a way Especialy forc being like one of those pelicans that causally trys to inhale anything semi grabbable (had video somewhere but cant find it to save the life of me)
>>295198 There's always that one character in anime who's incredibly attractive, both in appearance and personality, making them adored by viewers. Now imagine an otaku being thrown into a room full of such characters. She'd die of sheer excitement.
How long did it take for (You) to be comfortable posting your Murder Drones art, going off the first time you drew something? I tried for the first time since secondary school, but I really have no idea what the fuck I'm doing. It really bothers me that I wasn't able to contribute to the drawpile and I'm too creatively bankrupt to make good greens. Hopefully I can get good at drawing even if it takes a couple of years. It would be weird if MD kicked that off for me, though. doll wife btw
>>295204 Hmm, I think I've shared or posted my art in various places for at least a decade at this point, maybe even a bit more. Honestly though it hasn't improved much until perhaps the past three years, most of that time I was just doodling with little structure or care for what I was doing. I got a solid couple months of regular drawing practice in when the show was still airing and it's precipitated the most learning I've ever done.
My advice would be to post art anyways even if you don't think yourself to be good. From what I can see you already have some idea of light and shadow, but for practice I suggest sticking to greyscale because the color and shadows are just two more whole art fields you'd have to hold in your head. Redraw this very cute Doll using a reference from the show. Overlay what you drew and see where you were off the mark, then redraw those parts separately. Draw the hands and feet several times over on their own using some posing references, they tend always to be tricky for inexperienced artists and there's no shame in that. Check online for some basic drawing warmups too, things like drawing many straight lines next to eachother, drawing circles and flower patterns and connecting dots with either straight or curved lines will all help you train your hand to be steadier and more precise. Five or ten minutes a day can yield major progress in as little as a few weeks regular practice.
>>295204 Well, looking at my progress now, I realize it's a while before I'll be posting my drone drawings, because I don't even draw drones right now.
The main problem is that I only recently, exactly a year into my training, figured out HOW to learn. I spent the entire year literally learning how to learn, and only now am I really starting to fully master drawing, and that's not even counting the fact that I have absolutely zero talent, literally nothing. A video by one guy who explained how to learn drawing really helped me realize this, because I just realized that this is literally what's happening to me.
Sometimes I literally cry from impotence, seeing that I can’t achieve the desired result for so long, but I continue, because although progress is ridiculously tiny, it is still there. You too should only think about how you have become better than your past self, anon, because there will always be those who are better than you, and constantly comparing yourself to them will only lead to burnout and hatred of drawing.
>>295029 >>295184 (me) >>295193 >>295201 (also me) Gave the idea a good ponder over night, think i came up with a decent idea: (posting on phone, at work atm) Fridge drones in general would probably serve as decent nurses as they could decently store/freeze/sterilize biological stuff internally for use in operations and shit like that. Taking a fridge and upgrading it to a sentinel (or in our case, a reclaimer sentinel) would elevate it to something alike a combat medic/surgeon. Probably doing more work around human soldiers/staff, and would need to not have its hands full lugging around disabled dds that happened to come buy, hence why theyd prob just retrieve the core and store it and move back to whatever they where doing previously. Whatever drone this concept turns into will prob be a dude, mostly because im unsure if this a concept i wanna make dead serious or absolutely silly so ill just start in the middle and use someone like dr zed/dr ned as a rough idea of what i wanna do. >also we got all these nurse drones and not a single doctor/surgeon, so balace much be made.
>>295186 Sadly Liam's version of normalfags is 'anyone I'm not invested in/aquaonted with', it doesn't have anything to do with behaviour or quality like it should.
>~20 pages in word >10k words >~53k symbols >Degeneracy : true >Cuddles : true >Handholding: Technically true but I should focus more on that next time And now I have to spellcheck all that, great, if all goes well I'll even post it today before midnight
>>295248 Like all drones, but how will (you) name your and your dronewaifu's children?
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>>295253 Won't cure the craziness, but they also won't have as much energy now that they have to care for a kid, calming them down. It's a known fact children make women more mellow, also men to a lesser extent, enter the dadbod.
>>295250 >how will (you) name your and your dronewaifu's children? I recognize as worthy only one drone, who was ready to defend humanity from our enemies, and I will name our first son Ivan, in honor of the Tsar of all Rus' and the conqueror of the steppes and Siberia, the second son I will name Peter, in honor of the great Emperor and autocrat of Russia, the third son I will name Joseph, in honor of the leader of the peoples and the great disciple of Lenin, and my daughter I will name Olga, in honor of Saint Olga of Pskov, the wise princess who brought the true faith to the lands of Rus'.
Tactical operator S, in her story is actually very passionate about caring for children and wanting for one day be a nursery drone or daycare helper, that when she's retired from the project and gets rejected from her preferred position due to her original lethal purposes, she breaks down and goes rogue taking a pill baby
>>295263 >I love kids so much I'll kidnap one when I'm not allowed access to them This is what happens when a drone doesn't get their daily recommended dose of uppies, this really says a lot about society
>>295274 >anyone not Cyn/Uzi/N/V Liam's do-not kill list are >Uzi >her fanclub: her parents, her vampire minions, and Thad >the AS (its host body is/was the embodiment of every single one of his fetishes and the reveal of said host body was the mental image the entire plot was built around) >the teacher (one of his self-inerts) >Lizzy (a fellow monsterfucker) >J (death would only end her agony and silence her shame)
>>295308 >Masqy is drawn with lips and curly hair but is also given lighter colored skin >People also make her act way blacker >Dubs is drawn far fatter than he actually is
>>295309 I can work with chocolate milk masqy, but for The Prophet that I will bring justice to the illegitimate state of Israel if I see Dubs or Overseer with breast scars.
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>>295327 I say let fags be fags I know what I said about dykes getting dick, but that was half funposting and pretty much all content itt can be considered fanfiction.
>>295332 By being forgotten, fodderi gets spared of the living hell that is being a popular pocketsteaks OC. >>295333 More like... FOOTNOTE, KEKEKEKEKEKEKEK!!!
Alright, time to post my smut again, to any new friends that stumble onto this, this is going to be LONG, very LONG >>283236 >The drones bask in the afterglow for a bit >You lay on your back and relax >Things got… exciting, really fast >You kinda went with your instincts >Not that you regret anything, it’s that it maybe was a bit premature? >The drones begin to get closer to you attempting to cuddle >For Elena and the first few grunts this is quite easy but most of the grunts need to lay in awkward positions to be able to get a hold of you >The heat coming from the drones combined with the sensation of the chassis rubbing against your skin put your mind at ease >Covered in a the blanket of drones you drift into sleep >You awaken to the sharp sensation of cold biting into your body >Dazed and groggy you slowly raise your head >You expect to be stuck under a pile of drones like that time with Y and her squad >Your expectations are incorrect, you are alone in your bed >They must have left to start performing their duties >But why are you so cold? >Sure you’re naked and not under any blankets, but this room shouldn’t be this cold >What time is it anyway? >5:50 >Might as well get up early >Not like you’d want to fall asleep in this glacial temperature >You suit up and leave your room >You quickly meet Elena and the grunts in the corridor >Elena is pushing a laundry cart, the grunts are taking the garbs out and distributing them to all nearby barracks You wave at them to grab their attention >They focus their screens on you and hasten their moves >“Anon! You’re awake! There’s some problem with heating, hopefully nothing major” >She gestures at the laundry cart >“But I’ve been ordered to distribute extra clothing just in case, by the way here, take yours” >Thanks, an extra layer will be nice until this gets fixed >She stops pushing the cart and gets close to you >Before you can ask if she needs anything you are embraced in a hug >Less spine crushing then before, it’s actually very pleasant and not just because you can warm up a bit >You return the hug but it doesn’t last long >Elena breaks away and go back to her work “You should get going, they’ll start serving breakfast soon… you should eat well” >Sure, but you actually want to talk to her about Y and… “I… not now Anon, I still have work to do, we’ll talk later, ok?” >It is what it is >Maybe you can use this occasion to think of some good way to persuade her to play nice with Y instead of fumbling forward like the last time >You try to come up with something while walking to the canteen but no cigar >Maybe you’ll get inspired while eating? >Tuna fish wraps… bit unusual for breakfast but still tasty >As you finish your meal and come to peace with the fact that you still haven’t come up with good words to talk Elena in to making up with Y a message comes over the intercom “Attention human personnel, the boiler responsible for heating the base has run out of water, for the foreseeable future you are to remain within physical contact with at least one drone to ensure homeostasis, everyone at rank of Specialist Automated Combatant Overseer, Repair Serviceman or above, please report to vehicle bay 4” >Hey, you’re included in that list… >Vehicle bay? >Where even is that? >In your confusion you don’t notice the drone sneaking up behind you >Suddenly you find yourself with a small drone snuggled close to your body >Woah, hey little buddy! What are you doing? >The drone looks at you confused “You didn’t have a drone in contact with you! You could have frozen to death!” >What do you mean, Elena and Y are ri… >No wait, they are not here >Weird, you kinda expected one of them to appear the second you heard that announcement >Impossible for Y or anyone from her squad sure but totally plausible for Elena and the grunts >You feel a bit disappointed >It’s better to know the person invading your privacy >You shrug and leave the cafeteria, the drone clinging on to you >Actually, does this drone know how to get to vehicle bay 4 >The drone nods “Yes! Right this way sir!” >For a while the drone flip flops between hugging you and leading you by the hand before deciding to hug you from the side and point in the direction you need to go in with their hand >As you walk through the corridors more and more drones begin to cling to you to “keep you warm” >While you do appreciate the concern, you’re actually starting to suffer from the opposite problem >And it’s very hard to move with two drones wrapping themselves around your legs
>>295336 >Tired, hot and thirsty you enter the vehicle bay >Elena and her grunts are here and she’s speaking with the commanders secretary >She notices you as soon as you enter >You expect her to tear the worker drones surrounding you a new one, but something else happens “Guys, thank you for keeping him safe, but I’ll take over from here ok?” >The worker drones disperse with sparse grumbling and muted half jeers >This went smoother than you anticipated >Elena quickly swoops in and takes up to role of contact heater >The secretary takes notice as well “Specialist Automated Combatant Overseer Anon! You came, excellent” >She looks at the entrance to the room with anticipation >She sighs in disappointment “It’s as I thought… You’re the only specialist available right now” >And where are the others? “Either getting their R&R or out in the field” >What does she mean in the field? “Uhhh, let me explain our situation first” >She gestures to a nearby chair >Elena sits down, with you in her lap, hugging you like a small girl may hug a teddy bear “Around 0200 hours today the hot water from the primary power plant/ water treatment facility stooped flowing, we haven’t heard from them anything yet so we have to assume the worst” >The worst being? “The power plant is currently understaffed, the sole remaining operator is… mentally unstable, an emotional support drone has been dispatched but I fear it might have been to late” >The main source of power and water in this frigid hell was operated by one insane person!? “Your task will be to reach the power plant complex, asses the situation, restore radio communications if they were cut, inform us of the state of things, and perform any repairs needed to restore water flow” >That’s a bit of a tall order especially for a first mission and what if the comms are beyond repair? “I’m sure you’ll manage, I’ve prepared an instruction manual of sorts for you, compromised of notes written by other techies who venture outside, and if we don’t receive any communications within 72 hours we will send reinforcements” >72 hours? Just how far away is that power plant “About two days on foot” >WHAT!? “But you’re not going on foot, that’s why we’re in a vehicle bay” >Oh, that’s great, so do you get some heavy duty snowmobile or…. >She gestures to a rather large vehicle behind her “We’ve got this snow runner ready for you, not the fastest thing but should get you there in about a day, it’s a modified research vehicle so it has a large crew compartment for sleeping and the like, it’s like an all terrain RV” >That nice, you’ll get to travel comfortably “Oh and you’re going to have a secondary objective: There are many patrolling DD squads roaming around, sometimes going to a forward stronghold would shift their routes so if you’re closer they’ll come to you for resupply, you won’t have to do much the storage compartment has everything they need and there are entrance hatches on the roof for them to embark without you stopping, though you’ll also have to do maintenance on your guests if there’s a need but the power plant is top priority so if they aren’t about to die it can wait” >Understood “Great, any questions? If not you should get going, weather report suggests there’s going to be a snow storm today, a rather big one as well, you should try to cover as much ground as possible before it makes it impossible travel” >You should move then >Elena stops you before you enter the vehicle “This is why you shouldn’t have taken that promotion, should have figured something would break this fast…” >She hugs you as hard as she can without choking you or shattering your spine You’re gonna be away for three days tops, you’re sure nothing serious happened there “And if you’re wrong?” >Best not think about it >She looks at you with tired eyes >You have to stay optimistic, worrying about this will only make things worse >She gives you a weak smile and kisses you on the forehead “Just… stay safe out there, and comeback as quick as you can” >Will do >This is your last chance to talk with her about Y and the others >You’re still blank for ideas to dress the words better >Nothing ventured, nothing gained >“Hey, Elena one last thing, I know you and Y and her squad aren’t on best terms right now, could you possibly try to be friendlier with each other?” >She stares at you like a hawk eyeing a bunny “Aren't you reaching for a bit too much?” >Maybe? >You just want them to stop taking constant jabs at each other >She stays quiet for a while before releasing an annoyed sigh “How could I say no to you? But I expect those rascals to put in as much effort as me in upholding civility”
>>295337 >You’ve talked with Y about this yesterday, she agreed “Really? Guess she has the best processor on her motherboard in that squad” >Elena stands in front of you holding you by the hands, smiling as she looks at you >This lasts for some time before the commanders secretary buts in “Hello! Command to princess and prince charming, you’re on the clock! And Elena I told you three times already you can’t go with him so don’t even try, you’re grounded” >Elena turns around and begins unleashing verbal fury upon her oppressor “You’re not my mum, you pencil pusher with delusions of grandeur!” >Elena covers her mouth after she realises what she said “Tsk, Tsk,Tsk, My, Elena you really want to mop the floors this much? I’m sure the janitor drones won’t complain about you helping them out, you can go get to it now and stop holding up Anon” >Elena contemplates something for a while before hanging her head “Yes, ma’am, I’m sorry ma’am” >She begins to walk out of the vehicle bay >You say your last goodbye to her and enter the vehicle >The inside is quite spacious, there’s a bunk bed a table you could use for repairs, a couch >That door must lead to storage and the part of the vehicle with the big glass window is probably the piloting part >You sit down in the drivers seat and turn the ignition key >The vehicle roars to life and the insides light up >The secretary waves to you goodbyes as she opens the shutter gate leading outside >The drive is going to take a long time >And it’s nature begins to dawn on you >This is absolutely boring >There’s only snow and the pipeline for miles and miles around >The hours pass excruciatingly slowly >Eventually the silence is broken by a voice coming over the radio >It’s the commanders secretary “Anon? You there? You’re going to leave the bases comms range soon, report” >You reach for the microphone, and give your report “Glad to hear you’ve got the hang of the snow runner, listen the snowstorm is coming from the east and is estimated to hit at around 1400 hours, it’s going to leave you blind and scramble all localisation systems you should stay put once it’s here” >Sure thing, you’d like to know where you’re going “Oh and there’s a squad of DD’s returning from their patrol from that direction, they may pay you a visit” >Some company would be nice, even if just for a while “That’s all soldier, step on the metal while you can, I want that water flowing as soon as possible commander Lucas needs his jacuzzi bath” >Wait, the commander has a jacuzzi while you and the others get freezing cold showers? >You don’t get an answer, the signal cut out >You speed up a bit, the quicker you can get back the quicker you can lodge a complaint about the quality of the utilities at the base >You make some good distance, but you can see a raging white cloud encroaching towards you >You drive for a bit before stopping the engine and engage wind screen shielding >The metal shutter encloses the glass as the storm reaches your position >You can hear the cold wind hit the outside of the snow runner >The storm is not going away any time soon >You start to read the guide you got from the secretary >You flip through it until you find the section about pipeline maintenance >The pipes are modular prefabs, easy to set down easy to replace, expensive to make hard to transport >You don’t have to care about the negatives >Next comms array repair >This is not as simple >You think you understand the basics after about two hours of studying and re reading the notes >You’re about to move to the “nuclear oopise management” part of the manual but stop >You’ve heard something hit the roof of the vehicle >You stand up and move into the living quarters >You hear two more impacts, almost at the same time >One of the roof access hatches begins to open >After it’s about halfway open the wind forces it open a huge pile of snow falls inside >You rush to close hatch before you get buried in snow >It takes some effort but you manage to close it >How did that happen? >You look at the pile of snow in the centre of the room >Did it just move? >Suddenly a drone head pops out of the snow >You jump back, but calm down a bit once the screen lights up >The drone spits out some snow “See guys? I told you I knew the way!” >Another head pops out of the snow “Then why did we run around for two hours in a snowstorm!?” >A third drone head pops out of the snow “I think I have icicles in my chassis” >You look at the pile of snow with three drone heads sticking out of it >The first head fixates it’s gaze at you “Oh hello handsome~!”
>>295338 >The body of the drone to which the head is connected emerges from the snow and stands at attention in front of you >The other two follow suit “I’m serial designation L and this U-U” >She’s a disassembly drone with short white hair, wearing a black leather jacket with a zippier >The drones she gestures towards both look the same >Bob haircut covering their screens, wearing a white shirt with a yellow tie and a black vest on top >Nice to meet them, you’re Anon “Sir Anon~! Squad L requesting shelter, resupply and maintenance!” >Yes, yes they are welcome inside and they can help themselves to whatever they want from storage >And she doesn’t have to sir you, you get sent out into snowstorms for a living, well at least since today >The trio moves to the back of the vehicle while you try to figure out a way to get rid of the snow before it melts >You decide to grab a shovel and start moving the snow to the shower tray >This way it’ll melt and go into the waste tank instead of pooling on the floor >As you shovel the snow a snowball hits you on the back of your head >You turn around and see drones siting on a couch sipping oil rations through straws >You give them an angry stare and return to shovelling >Another snowball hits the back of your head >You turn around >L and the U’s are pretending like nothing happened >“Alright, which one of you did that!?” >They begin to play dumb “Do what?” “I think the he’s man is imagining things” “He does look crazy” >You stare daggers at them for a while then resume work once more >A third snowball strikes your nape >You turn around >Alright you little shits! >Your anger quickly turns to fear >All three of them are standing in front of you, hands filled with snowballs >Oh no… >Before you can duck for cover you are pelted with volley after volley of snow >Your executioners eventually run out of ammo but at that point you’re covered in cold melting snow >You stand in front of them, shivering from the cold “Hah! We’ve got him girls! Wait I think I’m forgetting something…” “Yeah! He didn’t see it coming!” “Why is he turning purple?” >The assault lasted about a minute, the snow was the ambient outside temperature, so about -80C and you think you got hit hard enough a few times to get bruised >Your limbs feel numb and your field of vision begins to narrow >You collapse and fall unconscious from hypothermia >You awake, dazed and numb >You feel a very pleasant warmth >You’re stripped to your undies >U-U are laying on your chest, holding your hands in theirs >They look worried, they attempt to maximise the amount of contact your skin and their chassis make >Their worry turns into relief once they notice you woke up >You stand up, U-U shift with you so that they hug you from the sides >You look around the room, the snow pile is gone and there doesn’t seem to be any water damage >L leaves the bathroom with shovel in hand >She has a rather grim look about her, but it vanishes once she sees you “Anon! You’re alive! We… forgot humans don’t tolerate extreme cold, sorry” >You look at U-U >They are avoiding eye contact and fiddling with their hair “We’re sorry, Anon” >Do they do dangerous pranks like this one often? “What? Noooo…. Sure we get a little mischievous every now and then but this is a very isolated incident that…” >Before she can finish her spiel U-U respond in unison “Yes” >U- continues “And we often get in trouble for it” >-U finishes “That’s why we get sent out on the longest patrols” >You look at L >She stumbles for words for a while “Hehehe, that’s true, please don’t report this we’ve been outside for a month” >You let out a frustrated groan >That’s their excuse for... >L walks up to you and gets on her knees >Uhh… >She starts giving you puppy eyes >Your gaze fixates on her screen >You can see her digital waterworks will let loose soon >U-U detach themselves from you and join L on the floor >Well, at least attempt too their hair covers their screens >Still it’s effective >You look at the three drones about to bawl their screens out >You feel your heart beat faster >Maybe from the show happening in front of you, maybe due to hypothermia subsiding >You struggle with your thoughts >Squad L gets closers to you and their visual performance is joined by long high-pitched whimpers >This is absolutely pathetic >Alright fine! Fine! You won’t report them, but they have to stop tugging at your heartstrings >Humility and repentance immediately disappear from their faces >All three of them lunge at you with a hug >They cling to you, cheering you on as their saviour, U-U from the sides and L from the front >You’re still cold so you don’t protest
>>295339 >How long have you been out? “Thirty minutes” >What about the snowstorm? “No sign of it stopping any time soon” >You soak in the heat radiating from their embrace for a while Well, you’ve got a lot of time, L said something about them needing maintenance, so you could get started on that >But first you want your clothes back “Oh uhhh They’re still wet, and I didn’t find any spares in storage, sorry” >You’re still a bit cold and the heating inside isn’t the best so working in just your underwear doesn’t sound that comfortable “One of us could stay in contact with you while you work to keep you warm” >Well that certainly is a solution but… “Please Mr Anon, we really need it! Look, -U’s logic processing unit is failing!” “Uhhh… what’s that meant to mean?” “See!?” >A revelation hits -U “Hey! Who are you calling stupid you… I mean… yes I have trouble with logic and need urgent service now, please” >You begin to give it some thought but as soon as you see L attempt to get on the floor again so you agree >They settle with L going first despite U-U’s calls for urgency >The U’s begin to squabble “I’ll keep him warm!” “No I’ll keep him warm!” >To speed things along you pull them both closer to your sides and get ready to work on L >You must look really funny right now two drones hugging you from the sides, wearing nothing but underwear and antistatic service gloves >L sits down on the nearby table and you kneel down to her service hatch >You look inside and see the mess that’s her insides >She didn’t lie about being outside for month >You begin to gently clean the dust out of her chassis >There is a LOT of dust inside to make things quicker you start with compressed air >L moans each time you squeeze the nozzle >The dust lifts up and accumulates on the bottom of her chassis >U-U watch you work, making soft oooohs and ahhhs whenever you blast L with compressed air >You put the can down and being to gently scoop up the displaced dust and throw it into a nearby bin >You attempt to remove the remaining clumps of dust on her components but your fingers are still a bit stiff >To avoid damaging any of her components you take out a small brush with soft hair and begin to run it across her cables >L’s moans become high pitched >Whenever you reach a component and begin to gently dust it her breathing becomes heavy and moaning rapid >You’ve cleaned a few components by now >U-U have begin to fidget >They must be as clogged up as L, poor girls >From what you gather they probably act like gremlins but sending them out for so long isn’t going to change that >You shift your attention back to L >Only one thing left in her that needs cleaning >You begin to dab the brush onto her core “OH! ANON! FASTER!” >You oblige and begin to vigorously sweep the brush across the core >With each move you make L’s voice becomes glitchier and glitchier, her breathing becomes erratic and her limbs twitch >You push the brush into the core a few times to get the dust accumulated in the core’s nooks and crannies >As you make your last sweep with the brush L lets out a mighty yelp, her arms and legs tense up >She raises for a while, then falls back again >L is in complete silence >You get up and look at her >There’s a loading icon on her screen >You must have hit some pins on her core with the brush and caused a reboot >Oh well, she’ll be up soon enough >So, is it U- or -U’s turn now? >Or is this -U and this U-? >They don’t respond to that question, instead they beg to yell at each other “IT’S MY TURN!” “NO, IT’S MY TURN!” “Why should it be your turn!?” “Well you said yourself that I need more attention” “No I said that you’re dumb as a bag of bricks!” “I’m dumb!? You’re the inferior one!” “No you’re the inferior one!” >They biker amongst themselves for a while >You attempt to calm them down many times but each time is unsuccessful >They are beginning to get really rowdy >Threatening gestures are made >And you’re sure a physical altercation is close >L has finished her reboot sequence >You attempt to calm them down again to at least buy some time for L to get off the table >You are once again unuscesfull “¡Cállate, saco de carne, o te pisaremos los huevos!” >They stop yelling at each other for long enough to direct a few insults at you >Good thing you don’t know Spanish, they have no effect on you >L has managed to get of the table and is now laughing at the show put up by her two squad members >You ask U-U if they finally decided but you doubt they even heard your question
>>295340 “¡Cierra la boca, la tubería de desagüe está oxidada!” “¿La prensa hidráulica averiada va a tener alguna consecuencia?” >Alright you’re sick of this >You grab them both by the collars of their shirts and lift them up ¡Oh, mi Dios robótico! >You place one of the U’s on the table then the other in such a way that she lays on top of the first >You’re going to clean them at the same time, otherwise they’ll rip each other to shreds “Ohhhh! Anon~! You really area stud aren’t ya?” >Thank you L? >Can she come closer and hold you? You’re starting to shiver >L comes up behind you and wraps her hands around your neck as you bend down to get a better look at U-U’s hatches >You open both and take a cursory look inside >Similar story to L, absolutely clogged up with dust and debris >You reach for a fresh can of compressed air >You start blasting the U on top >The U getting sprayed lets out a few muted moans, the one not receiving your attention is pouting >You spray the first U for a while longer, the pouting of the second one turns into grumbling >Suddenly L wraps her tail around your hand to stop it “I think It’s time to swap hun” >She guides your hand towards the bottom U’s open service hatch >Soon after the grumbling turns into surprised grunting >After a while the first top U is starting to get antsy and making it known >You switch back to her and she begins to squirm again >L gets closer to you head and begins to whisper “That’s it Anon, you’ve got the hang of it” >You swap between them a few times before finishing with cleaning >Both U’s are breathing heavily and whimpering >Right now for that malfunctioning logic unit >You inspect both drones closely >Neither ones looks broken >Maybe they just need some fresh thermal paste? >They’ve been out for long. it could have crystallised and crumbled to dust if no one was checking >You remove both drones logic unit heat sinks heat sinks >The process takes long, each time you remove one screw from a U the other starts wrapping her tail around your arm and pulling on it >In response the other also wraps her tail around you and struggles to keep your hand inside >This swaying of your hand is getting annoying and you almost drop the screwdriver >L helps you untangle your hand “They sure are boisterous, why don’t you calm them down a bit?” >How? “Just grab them by the tails and gently grope them” >You can give this a try >You grab both tails in your hands >U-U gasp and rear their heads up, looking at you with anticipation >With encouragement from L you begin to move your hands >U-U begin to make pleasured wails >Their limbs go limp >You continue to rub their tails >You start at the base of their tail and move towards the stingers at the end, then you move back to the base >Their whines are the loudest while you rub close to the base >You stop moving and begin to gently open and close your hands around the bases of their tails >The moans reverberate the snow runner with great intensity then suddenly stop as L slaps your hands >“That’s enough! You debauched Techie, you” >She’s right, U-U are a slobbering mess, you should have an easy time now >You finish removing the screws >You wet a microfibre cloth with technical alcohol and wipe the logic units clean >You begin to gently spread the paste on the top U’s logic unit >She moans anew and begins to hug the bottom U >You do the same to the her, now both U’s lie in each other's embrace >You take the heat sinks and reattach them >The U’s tighten their embrace as you tighten the screws >Eventually they let out one final moan as you tighten the last screws >You close their hatches and stand up >That’s weird, U-U are rebooting as well >Well, you did leave the heat sinks half screwed on while playing with their tails it could overheated them a bit >You’re done with repairing squad L, this took you a while >And from the sound of it the storm is still raging outside “It’s probably going to last till tomorrow morning, they’re usually long around this time of year” >You sit down on the couch >You don’t have much to do right now, not a lot of onboard entertainment around >U-U reboot and get off the table >L waves to them “Girls, Anon was good to us wasn’t he?” >They nod and give you wide smiles “So how about we do something for him?” >U-U snicker to themselves and walk towards you >One of them produces a hip flask and hands it to you >What’s this? “Agua que derriba a los tontos” >Sounds… exotic
>>295341 >Also, alcohol has no effect on robots, are they using drunkenness emulators? And drinking to role-play getting wasted? “It get’s boring out here” >You open the flask and give it a whiff >One of the U’s covers her mouth in shock >The other reaches out to you “Ay Caramba! Anon no!” >The smell is strong enough to twist your face >You think the hair in your nose got burned >And your head feels funny after just that >What’s in this thing? “Don’t worry about it” >Well, a stiff drink will make the time pass faster >You put the flask up to your mouth and raise your hand to take a sip >L grabs your hand and forces your hand up, causing more to enter your mouth than you intended “Common Anon! Drink up!” >The drink goes down surprisingly smooth, almost like water >You swallow and understand that this smoothens is a facade >The same fire that entered your nose is currently in your stomach >You give the flask back to U-U >The effects are almost immediate >Well at least you’re relaxed >Maybe you over exaggerated? >I mean it felt like it hit you like a train for a while but now you’d say you’re feeling just fi….. …. …. …. >Be absolutely shit faced Anon, or maybe his subconscious? >Either way you’re not going to remember this tomorrow >The three drones giggle to themselves while poking your face “Oh I think he’s in lala land already” “He’s such a light weight!” “Alright you two quiet down, we’re doing this to thank him, remember?” >U-U giggle again and begin to strip your underwear >Despite your fugue state you attempt to stop them >Your moves are slow and clumsy >L takes your hands into hers “C’mon Anon, we’re just going to have a bit of fun, you’ve earned it” >She continues to whisper sweet nothings into your ears >You stop resisting and soon after are fully undressed >They begin to play with your junk >Poking, prodding, sometimes getting a bit closer and licking your shaft >This teasing quickly leads to an erection >The drones stop and inspect the fruits of their labour for a while >They give you toothy grins, their screens display bright X’s >U-U begin to engulf their mouths around your member >They fight amongst themselves pushing the other away to have full access to you even if just briefly >L attempts to reach for you parts but U-U take up too much space >While U-U slobber on you, L’s frustration grows >Eventually she can’t take it any more >She lets out an animalistic growl and pushes U-U away from you and to the sides >U-U fall to the ground and attempt to recover and lunge at L to return to their positions >L intercepts U- with her tail wrapping it around her neck and driving her to the floor again >-U has a more success, wrestling with L for a bit but she is eventually overpowered >L howls, with her dominion asserted she begins to collect her winnings >She takes your shaft to its base and begins to gently suck >You tilt your head back, the sudden sensation leaves you stunned >U-U recover from their defeat and ascend the couch taking places on your sides >They take turns pulling your head towards themselves and kissing your cheeks >Your head bobs from left to right for a while before U-U stop the gentle treatment >You feel two sharp points piercing your skin on either side of your neck >U-U begin to lick your wounds and gulp down your blood >The sensation of pain is dulled by the alcohol in your system but you can still feel it, combined with the stimulation bestowed upon you by L it’s enough to overwhelm you >You begin to drift away, but suddenly you feel a sudden wave of lucidity >L’s tail is waging around, dancing close to your face >For some reason you decide to reach for it >You grasp it firmly with both of your hands >L recoils for a while, stopping for a while to look you in the eyes >The X remains on her screen, she begins to giggle as if daring you to do something >You begin to gently stroke the tail >L goes stiff for a while before making another growl, this one softer and filled with pleasure >She begins to go down on your member again >She sucks vigorously and greedily >You hasten your moves, L speeds up in kind >U-U continue to drink from your neck pushing their tongues on the pin pricks they made with their fangs in attempt to coax out more blood from your veins >You begin to feel yourself fade, maybe from the alcohol, maybe from the blood loss >You use the remainder of your strength on fondling L’s tail >She responds to your actions by speeding up again >Your eyes begin to close as the finale approaches, your world going dark as you climax >You open your eyes, you’re laying in the bunk bed
>>295342 >The nearby clock informs you you’ve been out for some eight hours, it’s a bit past 4 am >Squad L is gone and the storm is no longer raging outside, they probably left once it passed >You feel rested, a bit light headed, but rested >You don’t exactly remember what happened >You drank some of the booze U-U gave to you, then it’s all a blur >You’re thankfully not hangover >You go wash up in the bathroom >You look in the mirror and begin to scowl >You have stuff written on your face and body >Some more colourful examples include: >A moustache (Classic) >A cock on your forehead >And an arrow pointing at your groin with “gusano de nieve” written above it >Classy, you begin to wash the writings of your body and get ready to continue you drive >Thankfully your clothes have dried by now >Weird, there are spare uniforms in the back >Maybe L just didn’t find them >You spend a few more hours driving >An hour after day breaks you reach your destination >You see a man and Sentinel drone doing something near the pipeline >You park the snow runner close to the facility and go to meat them >The man must be the operator you’ve heard about >This guy looks rough >His eyes are blood shot and the way he looks at you gives you the creeps >He looks generally unkempt and acts in a quiet reserved way >He moves with a limp and from what you see one of his hands is wounded >The Sentinel is more outgoing and briefs you a bit on the state of the pipeline >Apparently a meteor hit it >What are the odds? >You work with them to replace the broken pipe >After that you go inside to check their comms equipment but apparently they already fixed it >You check a few systems the manual pointed out but they are all ok >Well, that’s basically all, but the Sentinel has a few dents and scratches on her >You expect her to be ecstatic about getting serviced like all the other drones but for some reason she’s startled and begins to hide behind the power plant operator >You both try to calm her down and explain that she should get her chassis fixed >She agrees, the operator gets ready to leave but before that he slaps a sticker on the back of her chassis >One of those property of X stickers, like you’re about to steal this sentinel >Whatever, you get to work >This is one of the more awkward “operations” you’ve ever performed >The sentinel stays silent through the whole thing, fiddling her fingers and avoiding eye contact >Once you’re done she sighs and gets off the table >She looks glad that’s over >That’s all she wrote, from what you understand the water is flowing again >You say your goodbyes and begin to leave >The sentinel stops you and hands you a data drive >What’s this? “A report, get this to your commander, it’s urgent” >You nod and hide the device in your pocket >Now for the trip back >If you hurry you’ll be back some time after midnight >Man, this is even more boring the second time around >You begin to fiddle with the ham radio to pass some time >No matter how you tune it there’s nothing but static >You’re out of the bases comms range and no ones transmitting >Shame, you thought you’d at least be able to talk with somebody >You wish you asked L and U-U to hang around >Sure they were a bit annoying, but you at least had someone to talk to >And you could chew them out for leaving graffiti on you >You leave the radio alone and focus on driving >This isn’t even remotely stimulating >It’s just a flat sheet of ice and rock >Sure there’s the occasional hill but that does little to break up the monotony >Man you’re gonna fall asleep by the wheel if this continues >A familiar voice comes over the radio “Hello? Anybody there? You’ve got your transmitter on” >It’s Phi! >Guess their patrol route is somewhere nearby “Anon!? What are you doing out here” >You explain the situation with the power plant “Ahh something broke? Y told us about your promotion but we didn’t expect them to send you out so soon, glad you got that problem sorted out” >Speaking of, is Y and the others with her? >You hear two more voices “I’m here Anon, nice to hear you” “Hello Anon~ we missed you” >It’s nice to hear Theta and Delta as well “Y… is... doing some forward scouting right now, should be back in an hour or so, we’re kinda just taking a break waiting for her, say you must be nearby wanna drive out here and meet us? We feel a bit lonely without you” >Well you’ve got this data drive you need to get to the commander... but they are your charges and if they feel any emotional distress you should help them “Thanks Anon you’re the best! We’ll transmit our coordinates to you” >They are some thirty minutes of detour away from you
>>295343 >An hour or two isn’t going to do that much difference you’re sure >You chat with Phi, Theta and Delta through the radio >About nothing really, so far their patrol was uneventful, they had to build an Igloo to shelter from the storm, they’ve been doing some target practice on snowmen they built >They did see a beautiful aurora two days ago, they have it recorded and want to show it to you >That’s cool >You reach their location >You disembark from your vehicle and walk up to them >They throw themselves at you with a hug >You brace yourself an attempt to return it but end up getting knocked over and falling to the snow >Alright guys, alright, you’re happy to see them as well, but you’d like to not be covered in snow for a while >They let go and help you stand up >Despite your current repulsion towards snow you help them set up a few targets and watch them unload into them >Man, they sure did fire accurately they said represented Strychnine >The drones turn to you with hope in their screens pointing at the pile of snow filled with bullets >They look so proud of themselves, you just can’t help it but start showering them with praise >Seems this is the reaction they wanted, you start patting their heads giving them more compliments about their marksmanship >They begin to start asking just who was the BEST shot >You don’t answer immediately, from the look on their screens you can see this won’t end well >You begin to dodge the question but the sound of an explosion in the distance takes everyone’s attention >What was that? >Theta and Delta shrug their arms >Phi looks worried, digital sweat drips from her brow >Now she is the one being pressed for answers >She gives you a weak smile and stumbles for words for a while “It, could have possibly been Y, doing her forward scouting…. In a … nearby minefield” >Y doing what where? >Why didn’t she say so!? “It was meant to be a secret ok?” >That’s incredibly dangerous why is Y doing that? Protocol forbids stuff like this! “That’s why it was a secret!” >You shouldn’t be yelling at each other >You SHOULD go check on Y >Phi, Theta and Delta use their wings to get into the sky and you try to follow them in the snow runner >Phi begins to circle the mine field while Theta and Delta land to stop you so don’t accidentally drive into it >You run out of the snow runner and start frantically pacing in circles >You watch Phi circle the skies >After a while Delta joins her while Theta remains with you >Y is not responding to any short range communications, you begin to fear the worst >Phi and Delta search two different parts of the minefield >Delta starts to return, Y still nowhere to be found >Phi begins to dive into the minefield >Your heart sinks when she flies back up again >She’s… carrying Y >Or what’s left of her >You stand in shock >Delta lands beside you, once he sees Phi he’s also stunned >Theta leans into him for comfort >Phi begins to land >Y is…. >She’s… torn to sherds, only her head top torso and arm remain >She’s holding something in her hand >You.. you need to move >You run into the vehicle, Phi is just behind you, she lays Y down on the table >You start working as quickly as you can >Phi fetches you things from storage >You start disconnecting parts, crossing wires >Basically no oil inside her, her components are cooking themselves >Delta and Theta stumble inside, you yell at them to get the vehicle moving and to radio in to base >They snap out of their shock and do as such >Y is not doing well, there’s hot air blasting from what’s left of her chassis and smoke begins to raise from her remaining components >You just barely manage to disconnect her core from the rest of her components >Your hands are burned but you don’t really care >You look at Y, well her core, that’s all that is left >You connected it to diagnostics device to give it an extra heat sink >It’s running hotter than hells basement >But the diagnostics tell you there’s no other damage >You stop for a while and try to calm yourself >The core is fine, she’s going to be okay >The core is fine, she’s going to be okay >The core is fine, she’s going to be okay >… >She’s going to be fine >Phi stands behind you, she looks as worried as you >You take closer look at the thing Y holds in her hand >It’s some sort of scabbard? >Inside is some sort of sabre >Why does she have that? >Never mind that you start digging though her chassis seeing what else can be saved >Sure the core is the most important part but you should salvage what you can >But you mostly do it to distract yourself
>>295344 >After some digging around you take Y’s husk apart completely, the data drives are undamaged so she shouldn’t have any short term memory loss >You pry the scabbard from the hand clutching it >The wig looks undamaged >You fetch some solvent from storage and apply it to the head >The wig begins to come loose >Eventually it’s disconnected from the head >You place the scabbard and wig close to the core >Phi comes over and places Y’s hat next to them >You step away from the table >You’ve really done everything you could >Theta enters the room “I’ve let base know we’re coming back with a VSI, they’ll get the bay ready for you Anon” >Thanks, you’ll go take over the wheel from Delta, you need to distract yourself “You really shouldn’t Anon, you should try to rest, you’ll have a lot of work to do once we reach base” >Phi’s right >You sit down on the couch >You try to relax but you keep looking at the table across the room >And Y >Connected to that diagnostics machine >You shouldn’t worry, she’s fine >You just need to pop her core into a new body and she’ll be right as rain >But still… >Phi and Theta put up a makeshift curtain to stop you from looking >Y probably wouldn’t want you to see her in this state >You spend the rest of the drive back to base in silence >You begin to run the core installation process in your head over and over again >Open the clamp >Connect the wires >Connect cooling >Close clamp >Reboot >Open the clamp >Connect the wires >Connect cooling >Close clamp >Reboot >Open the clamp… >Delta yells into the room “We’re at the base, they’re opening the entrance shutter” >You take a deep breath and stand up >You walk up to the table and look at Y’s core >You’ll fix her up, promise >You gently disconnect Y and take her into your hands >You hold her close to your chest >Delta stops the vehicle and you enter into the bay >Theta and Delta are behind you, Phi lags behind she went to get Y’s things from the table >You’ve got a repair area readied up for you in the vehicle bay >The commanders secretary is waiting for you next to it “I’m guessing that’s the wounded one?” >Yeah, where’s the replacement chassis? You really want her to have a pair of legs again and hands and a head >You’d really love for Y to stop being just a core “We don’t have any full chassis on hand” >You’ll just assemble one from spare parts then “Yeah, about that, procedure forbids that many dissembler or sentinel parts leave storage at the same time and we don’t have that many parts left anyway, I went and gotten what I could scrounge up from storage” >That means? >She gestures to a crate of drone parts “You should be able to make a complete chassis from these” >You look at the contents of the crate >Worker drone parts “We’ll be getting resupplied in a few days, right now you’ll have to make do with this” >You place Y in a safe spot and start assembling her new body >You start with the torso >You fill the top part with the required electronics >The core mounting point is already in here so you pop Y into place >You attach the arms next >These are short >You look at the pair of legs in the crate >Also rather short “These are for drones that maintain stuff in the service tunnels, you know tight spaces” >Whatever, you attach the head and move onto the mid section >You fill in the remaining electronics and reach for the bottom plate >You’re surprised once you grab it >It’s…. feature complete “This is one of the gift Strychnine left us… don’t look at me like that, it’s what we had in storage, I’ve got her a skirt so she can cover up don’t worry” >You attach the anatomically adapted bottom plate and start connecting the legs >Alright, that’s the chassis done, you double check if you’ve done everything correctly >It’s kind of hard to do it, the service hatch is hard to reach on this bottom plate >But it all looks good >You take the wig from Phi’s hands and place it on soon to be Y’s chassis head >You take another deep breath and start the reboot sequence >After a while you hear whirling from the chassis inside and a loading icon appears on the screen >You take a step back >After a while two orange ovals appear on the screen >The drone sits up on the table >You look at it with fear in your eyes “Anon? Vere are ve? Vat happened? Ugh… mein head iz killing me, I remember I vas looking for mein sabre und zen an explosion...” >She looks around the room >First she sees her squad >They are all absolutely ecstatic to see their squad leader alive and well >She gives them a smile and then turns her head the other way
>>295345 >She looks at you again and widens her smile >Then she sees the commander’s secretary >And her smile vanishes “I’m in trouble aren’t I?” >The secretary gives her a large smile “In deep trouble, but you’ll hear from me later, I need to get going, commander Lucas needs to take his before bed medication” >She leaves the bay “Ach, zat’s bad… danke, Anon, for getting me vorking again, I really appreciate it” >She attempts to get off the table, you rush to help “Zank you” >Her feet touch the ground and she stops for a second “Vhen did everyone get so tall? Vait…” >She looks at her squad, they look at her >You now see that the relief in their smiles turned into something more sinister >Y looks at her body >She looks at her limbs >Then at you >Then at her limbs again “Anon!? Vat is ze meaning of zis!?” >Her previous body was completely destroyed, and this is all that was available in the base “Zis! I am like some übermidget!” >You look at Y, now 120cm tall and struggle to not agree with her assessment >Well at least she looks really cute now? “Cute!? Cute!? I am a leader! I need to inspire respekt, not be cute!” >Phi, Theta and Delta surrounded Y in a half circle “Cmon Y, you look really good right now, maybe this could be permanent?” >Y protest the idea “Listen Y, you can be inspiring like this as well, Theta always wanted to have a little sister I’m sure she’ll” >Theta slaps Delta on the back of his head “I am your commander! Und you vill treat me as such!” >Phi takes a step closer to Y “Oh, I’m so so sorry Ms commander Y! Here this is your sword” >She hands Y the filled scabbard >Y snatches it out of her hand and pulls it close to her chest “Oh and here’s your hat!” >She places Y’s hat on her head >You look at Y, she’s covering herself up with her sabre’s scabbard, wearing a hat that’s a full fifth of her height and making a face like she’s about to cry >You can’t deny how incredibly cute she is right now >Theta it seems agrees with you as she lets out a squee and starts running at Y with her arms outstretched “Ohhhhh! She’s so cute! I could just eat her up!” >Y lets out a shriek and hides behind you >Theta stops dead in her tracks >Y begins to cry >Theta takes a few steps back “I was saying that metaphorically…” >Y’s sobbing continues >You gesture for everybody to get out of the bay >They begin to leave and you turn around and attempt calm Y down “Wow, Theta you sure have a way of talking with children” “Oh shut up Phi, how was I meant to know she would…” >Y erupts into an ear piercing shriek “I AM NOT A CHILD!” >Her screen can be summarised as a recording of a waterfall >You glare at the three dissemblers until they leave “She sure is acting like one though” >The door shuts behind them and you turn your attention to Y >It’s unsuccessful at first but after enough hugs and head pats the all out crying turns into occasional sniffles “No von vill take me seriously now!” >What? That’s not true, there are other drones like her at the base and they… ugh >Y’s about to start crying again >You’ll still take her seriously “Und vat about mein squad? You saw vat zey did! Zey vill tease me endlessly!” >That’s just not true! She’s their friend and leader, sure they’ll give her the occasional remark now but they’ll stop eventually >Plus this is only temporary! The base will get resupplied in a few days and she’ll get a new disassembler body >She makes a few whimpers before regaining composure “A-alright… I vill try to live vith zis for now, but you must promise to get me into a new body as soon as possible” >You promise >She smiles and relaxes a bit >You hand her the uniform that was brought for her >You also ask her what was she doing in that mine field “Promise not to get mad at me, bitte” >You roll your eyes >You promise to not get mad at her “Two veeks ago I lost mein sabre vhile flying around in a blizzard… I’ve been trying to find it since zen” >So the last time she stepped on a mine was also because she was searching for it? “Ja” >You shake your head >That was stupid, and she was really lucky you just happened to be around “You promised to not get mad!” >You’re not mad, you just were worried sick, what if something happened to her core? You can’t exactly fix those >Y hangs her head in shame “I’m sorry” >Apology accepted, but she has to promise to not do that again “I promise” >You kneel down and give her one more hug >She returns it and leans in for a kiss >You make out for a while “I’m glad to see you Y” “I’m glad to see you too Anon”
>>295346 >You stand up and start to leave it’s late and you’re absolutely exhausted >You need to go to bed “Vait, Anon! Can I sleep vith you? I really do not vant to spend ze night in ze repair bay right now” >Sure, why not “Wunderbar!” >She grabs you by the hand and you leave the vehicle bay >You reach your room and start changing into your nightwear >You hear Y lock the door >You turn around to ask her what’s she’s doing and see she begun undressing “Anon~ You naughty, naughty boy… I checked mein system specifications. I know vat zat part can do…” >What does she mea… >The anatomy adapter >You connected it >It just what we had in storage! And you only connected it by accident! “Tsk, tsk, Anon… you don’t need to lie. You know I vould agree if you asked. I must make ze most of mein current situation” >A heart appears on her screen and she begins to hug you and gently push you onto the bed >She rests her head on your stomach and wraps her hands around your hips >Despite her small stature and attempts at being gentle you need to brace yourself to not fall >She stops after a while of seeing you resist >She looks up at you, a question mark on her screen >Y breaks her hug and takes a step back >You’re tired >But you did do that with Elena and the Grunts, so it wouldn’t be fair for Y if you refused now >You take off your pants and sit on the bed >Y’ screen switches to a heart again >She scrambles to sit in your lap as fast as possible >She wraps her arms around your neck and gives you a kiss on the cheek >Then she pushes you down so you lie on the bed >Hey, what is she >You attempt to sit up but Y has pinned your arms to the bed >Her screen flashes between an X and a heart, her mouth is agape and she drools on you >Right, dissembler core and programming in a worker body >Y begins to grind her bottomplate against your crotch to get you ready >The grinding continues until you stand at attention >Y raises her bottom a bit and positions herself above your shaft >She drips fluid both from her mouth and adapter onto your body >She lowers herself onto you >The insides of the adapter are tight and slick >Y lets out a moan as she descends >She begins to bounce on you >At first she makes her motions are at a leisurely pace >You begin to move your hips in unison with Y >For a while you satisfy each other with this slow but steady tempo >Y’s moans are frequent and high pitched, she must have set her sensitivity too high >But you can tell she’s not going to change that by the way she looks at you >You feel something change, Y grips your wrist tighter and hastens her moves >For each one of your thrusts Y descends on you twice, then thrice >Her moans begin to mesh with giggling as she smacks her bottom plate against your crotch, the sound of flesh hitting her chassis reverberating in the room >Your thrusts become less and less common as she pounds your pelvis into your bed >Eventually you cease movement >Y is grunting like an animal, the orange X stares into your eyes as saliva flows from her mouth onto you like a small waterfall and she descends onto you with relentless frequency >You attempt to hold and resist Y’s assault for as long as you can but she begins to change her tactic >The fast shallow moves become slow and engulf you fully >She raises slowly and lingers above you for a while before using all her force to come down and impale herself on your member >She does so a few times taking you deeper and deeper inside her, until she can’t go any lower >You can feel it approaching and by the sound of it Y is at her limit too >You steady yourself and mount one final counter offensive, one last thrust >Y raises again and soon after plunges at you >You move your hips and meet her midway down >Y’s screen flashes a heart as she lets out one final moan and then… release >Y lets go of your wrists, she rises again and slumps forward falling onto your chest >She wraps her hands and legs around your torso >You place one of your hands on her back and begin to pat her head with the other >You fall asleep cuddling with Y >You awake a bit later than usual the next day, Y’s still fast asleep and laying on you >You gently pick her up and place her on the bed while you get up >You should go shower, you carry yesterday’s passion and sweat on you >As you fetch your clothes and towel Y wakes “Gutten Morgen Anon~” >You say good morning still facing your dresser >Y makes a surprised gasp “Anon! Vy do you have ‘L und U-U vere here’ written above your ass!?” >Wha… damn these three!
>>295347 And that's all for now, see you next time when Y learns all the advantages of being an imagine sized worker drone and as always I hope you enjoyed it
>>295315 They're going to make Buddy gay. They're just going to make him gay, and that's it. Are you really expecting anything more from them than usual?
>>294216 >My Head still spin from last night, my body feels heavy and slick with sweat or is it something else? >My eyes are wide open to the dim bedroom light. >I expected her to be there, that yellow glow watching me like a predator. >Nothing. Bed's empty except for the rumpled sheets, still warm where she straddled me. >She's gone. >Vanished like a ghost without a trace. >Maybe she wasn’t even real? But that hum? >Fainter now. >But it's not from her, it's in me. >Buzzing in my veins, syncing with the itch that's spread from my throat to my chest. >I Stumble to the mirror in the bathroom, flick on the light. >I look at my reflection with disgust. >I look so sweaty and slimy. >My throat's still hurt, inflamed. >Cough once then something splatters the sink. >Red flecks, sure, but now threaded with white filaments, like mold on old bread. >Lean in closer, skin around my neck looks... porous. >Tiny holes, luckily I don’t have trypophobia but I’m still repulsed. >Tiny punctures peppered the skin, marring the once-smooth line of the vein. >I could feel something hungry had been sipping beneath the surface. >I scratch at it absentmindedly. >Bad idea, the itches got worse, like ants crawling under the surface. >Flashback to last night her tentacles, that suck. The way it drained me dry. >Fuck, was that real? > >I Shake it off. >Probably just a hangover from whatever fever's brewing. >Ate some painkillers, chug water. It'll pass. >But it doesn't. >By midday, the itch is everywhere. >Arms, legs, back. It feels like my skin's too tight, I feel it growing inside me. >I strip down naked in front of the mirror. >My cock's still sensitive from her "massage" a bit swollen too, my veins standing out more than usual.>Guess that part was real. >That's when I see it. >On my inner thigh, where one of those tendrils coiled: a small bump. >Reddish, like a pimple, but as I watch, it pulses. >Grows a fraction, splitting open with a wet pop. >A tiny sprout comes out. It slick with some ooze that smells like rot and dirt. >Fungal and Parasitic. > “What the fuck?” >I Try to pluck it with my fingers. >It sink in too easy, pain lancing up my leg like fire ants biting from inside. >It wriggles. It’s alive somehow. >Burrowing deeper when I pull, roots threading into my veins muscle and my nervous system. >I try screaming just to distract from the pain, but it comes out choked, it doesn’t even let have the relief of my own voice. >The spores, her spores? they're in me. >From the cough, the contact and that intimate drain. >The sprout on my thigh thickens, unfurling into a tendril, coiling around my leg like hers did, but this time it's part of me. >Growing inside me. >Feels... weird.> Invasive, but there's a twisted pleasure in it, like an unwanted erection. >My body's betraying me, nerves firing wrong, turning agony into sick arousal. >From my pain receptors screaming then my dopamine rising. >More bumps appear.>It’s sprouting from my nipples first hardening yet so sensitive, peeling open as an orange skin, the mini mushrooms erupting from my flesh holes. > each one a cradle for fungal birth. >They ooze pus mixed with spores, white dust that floats and settles, infecting the air I breathe. >I scratch frantically, but it only spreads. >Nails become bloody and muscles get exposed. >The white threads weaving through my cuticles, turning fingers numb and bloated. >Legs weaken, like after that cum from last night, but it’s permanent now. >Muscles atrophy as this thing feeds, sucking my nutrients to fuel its growth. >I Feel my bones softening, hollowing out painfully, cracking like dry twigs under skin. >Stomach churns. I rush to the toilet diarrhea hits, but it's not shit that comes out. >White, slimy, threaded with hyphae and fungal. >Constant urges, body purging itself to make room for the invader. >The growth hits my groin. >Balls swell first, skin stretching thin, translucent, revealing wriggling masses inside. >Then my cock veins bulge, turning greenish red, sprouting tiny caps along the shaft. >It hardens against my will, erection fueled by the parasite's pulses. >But it's gruesome: the head splits, not in pleasure, but birthing a cluster of tendrils that wave like feelers, seeking... what? >More hosts? >Masturbate in panic, trying to relieve the pressure. >It was a bad idea, the semen shoots out mixed with spores, thick and clumpy, landing on the floor where it immediately sprouts, mycelium spreading across tiles. >Orgasm hits like a seizure, legs buckling, but it's not release, it's consumption. >Feel weaker after, nutrients stolen, fed to the growths. >Face changes next. >My hair falling out in clumps, pink scalp exposed, then bubbling with pores that erupt into red-capped mushrooms, clustering like a grotesque hat. >Eyes itch so badly .My vision blurs as stripes form on irises, green and white, a worm rings invading the sclera. >Blink once, then spores flake off lashes. >My lips harden, cracking into scaly texture, tongue swelling with orange puffs that taste like decay. >Teeth falling out one by one, replaced by spore sacs that burst . >”Oh God, the pain…” >Shoulders sprouting yellow stalks, arms gangly with tendrils dangling like extra limbs. > This isn't me anymore. >I no longer resemble a human being. I'm becoming IT, a vessel for this alien parasite, hollowed out like a pumpkin. >Crawling to the living room slowly with any strength left like a slug, getting tired collapsing against the wall for support. >This felt familiar, like the first time I met her. I guess she was also a victim to the same curse. >I hear the wall...calling to me. >The fungal growths on my skin reach out, tendrils extending, burrowing into plaster like roots into soil. >Can't pull away, it feels good . >Merging with wall, mycelium weaving through drywall, pulling me in flush. >Back arches painfully yet pleasurably , spine cracking as bones soften further beyond possibility, body flattening, fusing. >Chest presses flat, mushrooms and mold blooming outward, tendrils snaking up the wall, claiming territory. >Legs dangle at first, then dissolve into the merge, flesh turning spongy, indistinguishable from the sprouting mass. >I'm the wall now. >A fungal mural, alive but trapped, hum pulsing eternally as spores drift, just the urge to spread to spread and waiting for the next host to infect. >Company's company? Nah. This is eternity's embrace. 4/? The end
I really liked the reference to your previous green; it creates a truly cohesive and cohesive narrative. And the story of Commander Lucas and his secretary, the sentinel drone with delusions of grandeur, it's just kek. Lucas now seems like a decrepit veteran to me, because hot tubs are most often used to warm the bones of old men, and in a frozen hell, that's incredibly important. Damn, his secretary really tries to take care of him; she's so meticulous, literally like the best wife you could imagine. But I'm not being silly: Lucas is a glorious hero of humanity, not a dronefucker!
And kek, I suggested L and U-U, thanks for using them, anon.
>>295405 Generally whatever the staff can come up with. You have to be very careful when dealing with a bunch of traumatized superweapons. There are two tabletop nights at the base. One's just games like Ryuutama, the other's a hidden shadowy cabal of humans and sentinel drones who aren't at risk of suffering flashbacks if something heavy shows up in a TTRPG. They play in one of the old storage rooms nobody cares about, the GM has the place tricked out to look like it came out of a Chick tract, it's cool as fuck.
>>295009 Whats fucking/getting sucked by a fridge drone like? I get the whole transparent internals part but would it feel any different from a regular drone besides colder?
>>295429 >>295423 not that kind of sweets (I don't enjoy sweets that much tbh, im more of salty foods/snacks) THE ROMANTIC, THE CUTENESS, PURE UNFILTERED LOVE, POSITIVE EMOTIONS, IS MAKING ME FEEL ILL
I WILL ENDURE THE WHOLE MONTH AND I WILL DRAW THE CHEESY ROMANCE. AEUGH
>>295405 The humans hold a fitness contest every month or so, mostly to make sure they keep up on their PT. It's popular with both the humans for the competition and prizes, as well as the drones because of the coveted "one uppy max" and various other sentinel centric exercises.
>"Is this thing on?" You tap the camera in front of you, double checking the human sized package that got delivered is in frame. >Nodding once you verified everything was in order, you move to open the package. >"Hello dear viewers, we got something special today. Instead of phones, we're going to be stress testing a custom model - household drones. These things are smaller than your typical worker drones and come in a few different chassis colors - but the main selling point is the personality matrix. These things come preloaded with your own personal requests." >After some doing, you manage to crack open the package and find the drone packed in foam inside. >It's somewhere between 3 or 4 feet tall, with a wig of long hair and a dark gray chassis. >You make sure to bring the hammer, vice, and other such "stress testing" tools into frame as you activate her. >The drone's eyes immediately light up as she "blinks" several times, then looks up at you. >"Oh, hello. My name has not been set yet, but I am physically incapable of not loving you with all of my heart so please be kind to me." >You pause.
>"No, I'm telling you I'm not going to deliver a video." You say into the phone. "I don't care if the company prepaid - the fucking drone just asked me not to kill it. And it's kitted out to look like a person. I'm not some sociopath. Next time tell them to sell a model that likes getting destroyed or something." >You hang up. >This will probably cost you but fuck it, not like you need the money. >Nearby, the drone simply smiled. >All according to keikaku.
Realistically drone!AM would either be too jaded by events involving cyn/the solver or would be incapable of being in a relationship with anyone Which makes it even funnier and cuter to think about a drone acting like a lovesick puppy over him
I should work on the mech drones more... But fridge...
>>295413 Outside of insane suction, negitive gag reflex, and 'Cold Peen' cant really think of it being any diffrent then average drone fucking.
>>295414 >Put food in fridge drone >Stick you hand right into the green goo tummy to grab a drink >Feel the goo suction around your hand >It wont let go >... >Drone is now giving you sadistic looks No way this goes well for that anon
>>295447 >Anon steps up to the central area, the crowd watching him with bated breath. >"Okay Anon." The judge starts. "How many sentinels are you lifting today?" >"One," Anon answers. >The crowd boos and jeers, thinking Anon's throwing the competition, until Ivory steps forward. >Anon smiles as the towering sentinel stands beside him. >"...Begin when ready and someone get the paramedics on standby." The judge says. >Anon spits in both hands, rubs them together, accepts a moist towelette from a disapproving Ivory, and - after washing his hands thoroughly, grips her hips. >Then, he lifts. >Bones pop. >Muscles strain. >But as sweat rolls down Anon's head, Ivory's pegs leave the ground. >One inch, two, soon she's the minimum one foot from the ground. >Anon drops her, raises his hands in triumph, then immediately collapses, caught by Ivory before he could hit the ground. >It is a record that won't soon be shattered. >Unlike his pelvis if the look she's giving him is any indication.
so does the christian exorcism stuff actually have any effect on the solver or is doc ridley just a fanatic tacking it on to the sci-fi stuff that actually works?
>>295488 The patch works. I subscribe to the idea that the church stuff is part of the cult of the Solver and the humans way to contain it that it's discovered through ancient texts.
>Go on archive of our own >Find amazing fanfic with good characterization, plot and no shitty ships or head cannons >Ends on a cliffhanger >Last update was two years ago >Checks profile >Author’s most recent fic was last updated a year ago >Author has several unfinished fics FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!!
>>295495 Too many such cases, I first read ao3 two eeeks ago and got a good fic of Alice and N which was abanfoned after two chapters, God damn it >>295497 JARM JETTISONED! JE JARE JAVING JAN JEMERGENJY!!!
>>295490 I meant literally anyone other than Cyn She would probably love him the way you'd love your favorite toy She'd probably like him more than N but he's still ultimately something she can just throw away when she gets bored of him
>>295405 Various Christian holidays, birthdays, and public holidays, but also: 1) Hug Day. The base's human personnel must hug at least one sentinel drone, and the drones must ensure this. 2) Reverse Day. Sentinel drones must perform human duties such as cleaning, cooking, maintenance, and preparation, while humans must wait for their "flight" (sit in their rooms and pray that a tired sentinel doesn't come to "rest"). 3) Catch the Traitor. One "traitor" is randomly selected from among the base's human personnel to commit "sabotage," and sentinel drones race to identify them. The winning drone can do whatever it wants with the traitor. 4) Night of Evil. A pair of sentinel drones are chosen as "monsters" that roam the "de-energized" base in search of victims, and the human personnel must hide to avoid being found by the "monsters." Those who couldn't be found by the end of the night receive commemorative badges, while the losers are given to the monsters.
And many other events designed to strengthen the connection between drones and people, making participation mandatory.
>>295405 Nothing is mandatory. It’s a calm place where Sentinel’s can go to feel safe and de-stress because Sentinels with a clear mind are very, very effective
>>295525 Well the affordable housing is 90% built and the first families are starting to move in, so her work place improvements worked out in the long term
>>295528 >Drones : will clean the place out >Human liquidators: will most likely die a horrible pointless death Who would have thought, it's almost like they should have just gotten normal jobs
>>295528 Them abominations and feral muties go crazy at the slightest whiff of human flesh, even through those protective suits. Really they should switch over to wholly drone-staffed squads, but apparently "improperly disposed drones are what started this whole mess you fucking retard." Whatever, man.
>>295535 Drones: >Absolute physical strength >Incredible endurance >Horny as hell Humans: >"I don't want to start a family until I'm 30, because I want built a career to guarantee a prosperous future for myself and my family."
>>295533 >The federation has lost many sons Is that what you guys call getting married over there? No wonder they were so easy to entrap... I mean persuade to take care of their drone wives
>Be me today >Finished my shitty office job for today >Parked in a weird spot so I had to walk through a back alley >A nearby trash container looks weird >It's filled with drones >Not even damaged ones, they look brand new >Probably unsold Halloween ones they threw out to make room for Christmas ones >Give into my urges and haul the trash drones into my car >All of them, not one left behind, barely managed to fit them all >Now at home, turn one on >As the drone boots I realize I will have to take care of twenty drones What do? I really want to keep them all but the costs will be astronomical