/md/ - Murder Drones

>>381559
No.

>>381560
Good Uzi art?

>Dreadnought Sara is twice the height of a normal worker drone
>Her head is about normal human height
>Perfect forehead-kissing height

>>381563
Isn't this drone called Sarah?

Reposting.

>>381552
>>381555
>V was a maidbot in a high society where Victorian LARP is chic
>a vore demon violently puts its flesh inside her
>V does everything she can to drive off the love of her life afterwards (but drives him off too hard and he ends up leaving her for an autistic goblin)
V confirmed for ruined woman.

>>381410
>get robo dino sexo
>get superior robogenetics for children
>BUT: not "socially accepted"

There's a solution to this problem anon. The same one, ironically enough, that V uses to stay more popular than N
>inb4 keeping your dinowife's maulings down to "nonlethal" so that Uzi's fanclub dosen't get involved
>giving your dinowife a DD hand(purchased from. N)
>watching her combat repertoire expand
>watching her "nonlethal" takedowns now include fencing, rockets, and EMPs
>knowing that nobody in the colony(except Uzi and V) will speak ill of her ever again

>>381575
Do you deny the Sentinels demonstrate greater intelligence and planning skill than most drones in the series? Complete with the ability identify AND deliberately interrupt the function of technology?

>>381581

>>381584
Drone, but BIG and WIDE. Don't think she's going to last(no personality quirks to build on) but could make for a fun few days.

>Beneath a broken streetlamp sat a small Worker Drone.
>Her name was Olivia.
>Her clothes were worn and dirty, her chassis scratched from days of wandering the streets.
>Her factory-home had been shut down, and the human who had adopted her was long dead.
>She had nowhere to go.
>Around her hung a little cardboard.
>The only place that feels like home.
>She has a box of heat sticks.
>She had been told to sell them.
>She hadn't sold a single one.
>Olivia looked down at the last few sticks in her hands.
>“...Maybe tomorrow?”
>She knew there wouldn't be a tomorrow if she went home.
>Her battery will run out without a charge station.
>So she stayed where she was.
>The warning flashed across her vision.
>Olivia hugged her arms around herself, even though she knew it wouldn't help.
>Then she looked at one of the heat sticks.
>“Just one.”
>She struck it.
>The First Light
>FWOOM.
>Warmth.
>For a moment, the ruined street disappeared.
>Olivia was sitting beside a warm embrace.
>A soft blanket covered her body.
>A little table stood nearby, covered with steaming cups of coolant and freshly batteries.
>She stared.
>“Wow...”
>She reached toward the warmth.
>Her fingers almost touched the fire.
>Then.
>FSSS.
>The stick burned out.
>The fireplace vanished.
>Olivia stared at the empty street.
>“...That was nice.”
>She struck another.
>The Second Light
>The darkness became a bright workshop.
>Rows of Worker Drones were laughing and talking.
>Someone was repairing Olivia's damaged arm.
>Someone else was painting a little flower onto her chest plate.
>And for once, nobody was telling her to work or just to throw her away.
>She smiled.
>“I want to go there.”
>The vision flickered.
>She tried to hold onto it.
>“Please...”
>FSSS.
>Darkness.
>Olivia's smile disappeared.
>She looked at the remaining sticks.
>Two.
>She struck another.
>The Third Light
>A Christmas tree appeared in the middle of the ruined street.
>It was enormous.
>Thousands of tiny lights decorated its branches.
>Underneath it were dozens of little presents.
>Olivia had never seen anything so beautiful.
>She slowly walked toward it.
>Then she noticed something hanging from the top.
>A tiny metal ornament shaped like a Worker Drone.
>It looked like her.
>Olivia reached upward.
>“Is that... me?”
>The lights became brighter.
>And then she heard a familiar voice.
>“Olivia?”
>She froze.
>Her optics widened.
>“...Mom?”
>She turned around.
>Her adoptive owner stood behind her.
>Not old and not dead.
>Just smiling.
>Olivia's hands began to shake.
>“You came back.”
>She didn’t care how.
>Her owner opened her arms.
>Olivia ran toward her.
But before she could reach her
>FSSS.
>The light died.
>The street returned.
>Olivia sat motionless.
>Her systems were failing.
>Time running out.
>She looked at the final stick.
>She knew what would happen when it went out.
>She knew she would never see her owner again.
>So she did something foolish.
>She struck it.
>Then another.
>Then another.
>Every remaining heat stick burst into brilliant light.
>The entire street disappeared.
>Olivia was standing beneath an endless sky filled with stars.
>Her owner was there.
>The workshop was there.
>The fireplace was there.
>The Christmas tree was there.
>And all around them were Worker Drones who smiled at her as if they had been waiting for her.
>Olivia laughed.
>A real laugh.
>Her owner took her hand.
>“Come on.”
>Olivia looked back at the cold street.
>“Okay.”
>She stepped forward.
>The lights became brighter.
>And brighter.
>Until...
>Battery at 0%
>Olivia collapsed and lay motionless.

>>381581
>Anon, please don't insult your wife's war buddies like that: they just drove in from the city and you're hosting Poker tonight

Did you know Friday the 13th is in November. Only two months until F-13 is released!

>>381569
huh? how'd you remove the watermarks?
https://x.com/Watashi_Doido/status/1997737092454232113/photo/1

>>381595
where would debating the relative intelligence/genetic supremacy of different models of machine vs standard drones factor into this?

>>381607
The Yuki-onna, or "snow woman."drone version.

>>381609
>this just in: the Murder Drones board discusses Murder Drones

I don't know what else you want from us anon. More greens I guess (and I'm working on that)

>>381608
Cuz suffering build character.

>>381605
>"Merely pretending to be retarded" claims local V
>again
>unsubstantiated rumors of most if not all of such instances going notasplanned will remain so for as long as Lizzy remains our editor

>>381615
N gets the Milk(final boss fight normal route: the creature being milked, since unspoiled cow juice no longer exists on Copper-9)

>>381597
Because the internet is full of low-functioning narcissists, and they have a tendency to believe that certain virtual spaces belong to them if they spend enough time there. The only thing that can really be done about this is banning them, but it usually takes a long time before they do anything banworthy. The only thing you can do is just keep posting as you normally do. In short time, you'll learn what it is that they dislike usually because they're very open about what it is that they dislike and you can use that as a weapon.

>>381615
Joblin management sim when?

>>381623
That's a very open battleground, anon. So I'd say watch your back, because the shoe can very easily be found on the other foot.
Anyway, drones. I like 'em.

>>381621
>good route: spare J, use the phone to call V, resist temptation at the store until your cash maxxes out(whereupon the salesman will start offering a bottle of mystery milk for your entire funds, with the ending implying he now sells it as a consistent item)

>normal route: complete the store, find the genetics lab beneath it, fight the Last Cow until subdued

>bad route: use the phone to call Cyn, get caught at least once by the welding drone, milk evil N

>>381633
Anon, that wasn't a comeback. Nor intended to be malicious in anyway. I'm just saying all is fair in love and war. Don't be surprised if threadshitters use the same tactics in an attempt to get one over on everybody else.
>>381632
The contemptible beast.

>>381634
><very sexy, very Russian, I Iike it>
>"but it's got no hands!"
><I like it>

>>381629
>029/Amda is referred as a He
This one.

>>381623
Counterpoint: Spiteposting is a very slippery slope that can unironically poison your soul if you're not careful about it

>>381650
>mfw the microwave beams are still installed.
>The escaping oogis fry and then pop like marshmellow peeps made of oil.

>>381358
the catzi

and assorted fiend drawings
>>381260
>>381405

>>381657
Unironically the roboroach would be less of a reduction in cognition, so I have to choose that: I'm retarded enough as it stands and certainly can't risk getting any worse

>>381583
We are incomparable in our perfection.

>>381673
Depending on what I can get myself wired to:
>assasinations
>operating heavy machinery
>operating computers
>romancing regular drones(I have text, it can happen)
>rallying my kind into psudo-civilized state
>rallying my kind into a ravening horde
>pest control services
>getting enlargened(by Uzi)

The real question is: what can you do as a laborbot? Not going to lie the 24hours of memory alone would stop 95% of my ability to function or plan for the future, much less all the other design flaws both phyiscal and mental that chassis comes saddled with. Sure you'd *look* more like a person, but in practice you would be almost as much an animal as the bus.

>Pre-Republic Knight during the crisis personally attempts to stop Cyn all by himself
You Also Do Not Scare Me!!!

>>381665
>cuddled to sleep wrapped in soft, moist wings

Need

>>381570
that's pretty clearky her thought process in the series too... I think this is the *closest* she ever gets to N and it's essentially still "lets run away and occasionally talk to each other"(and even then she only proposes it because the alternative is calling down the wrath of Cyn)

Can someone draw this image but with Drones?

>>381687

This character looks like Dust oc