What A Tragedy

i suppose

#demone-in-rosa #ic #Is it now?#Then I surmise you're feeling a tad better?

Indeed so.

I make a horrible doctor.

you arent doin that badly

Doubtful.

you are doin well for how sudden this came about

Yeah, well, I’ve a good amount of experience dealing with sudden illness.

that doesnt sound like a good thing

#demone-in-rosa #ic #I can't imagine so #Are you quite sure you do not want to see a doctor?

It is what it is.

just--space

Milky Way js

#astronomy

I make a horrible doctor.

you arent doin that badly

Doubtful.

you are doin well for how sudden this came about

#demone-in-rosa #ic #That cannot be good

Yeah, well, I’ve a good amount of experience dealing with sudden illness.

I make a horrible doctor.

you arent doin that badly

#demone-in-rosa #ic #well it can't help to try #how are you feeling now?

Doubtful.

I make a horrible doctor.

#ic #What do you mean Sprite and Tylenol don't go together?#Biologically it checks out #Chemically... perhaps not but that's just a risk one will have to take

If I had one wish.

documentingsatan

Same.

#documentingsatan #ic #Clearly that's not enough #you need more cats #make it 101 #101 cats

I think this is a sign saying there ought to be more cats everywhere.

If I had one wish.

#ic #it would be cats #my wish would be cats

fuckosexual

i crave affection!!!!!!! someone please hug me for 3 days straight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#Relatable

killmxde-blog

aeschylusresigned:

I remain unconvinced no matter how many times you insist otherwise.

Well, alright. You’re off to quite the rough start but it’s no matter. You simply have to persevere and attempt not to kill any other beings you attempt to befriend. I recommend isolating yourself to some extent.

You seem rather keen on protecting the integrity of the ones you know, it’s a rather misplaced determination in my opinion. Nothing is too broken to put back together, you know. Certainly, perhaps the thing will not come out as perfect as it once was but the point is that it is salvageable. From ashes start anew, or some similar motivational bullshit. Do you want to stay as you are? In this supposedly broken state?

You are incorrect.

I have. Attempted this. Isolation is not solving the problem.

The situation cannot be changed. There is no use in. Dwelling.

#astronomy #and oh the places we'll go

Sure.

Couldn’t you manually shut down your systems yourself? Or perhaps arrange some sort of happening to force yourself offline, then another can go retrieve you and repair the necessary functions? There is always a solution somewhere out there.

I suppose. Then how do you plan to progress? You can make as many social links online as you wish but I doubt anything would truly come to fruit without the ability to go near one without wanting to destroy them. What do you intend to gleam from these interactions you are having online? Intellect? Solutions? Escapes? Or perhaps just friendships?

#killmxde #ic

just--space

I shot the Milky Way over Rocky Mountain National Park

just--space

M42 - The Orion Nebula

#astronomy

💋+1 ((aeschylusResigned?))

1. On the nose.

@aeschylusresigned

One moment, he was very busy wrapping new leather around his sword hilt (the old leather was all falling apart after so long). The next, someone had dared to step right into his space, lean over the deadly sword, and peck his nose, obscuring his vision and making him instinctively lean back and away, which of course, ended up ruining all of his careful work. There was really only one person who could be responsible. “Hal, for goodness’s sake.”

Brobot was an unfeeling robot. Hal’s efforts would surely fail. In fact, he even challenged his movement, leaning forward and bumping his smooth, featureless face right into Hal’s lightly. Was it a kiss? Was it a hit? No one could say for sure. He’d leave it up to Hal to flounder over. “All evidence suggests otherwise.”

Now it was Hal’s turn to lean back, mildly alarmed and mildly put off. There was a blink. And then another one. And then his nose was crinkling up and his expression twisted into something of a confused look. Of course there was the disappointment associated with not getting what he wanted as well. “I suggest you update your evidence, then. Or perhaps cease any influential biases that may be prohibiting you from seeing this.” Fine, he’d devise something else to bug Brobot

Nice. Mission accomplished. He’d effectively flipped the table on Hal and left him completely bemused. He’d call that a victory. With Hal thrown off, he returned his attention to carefully rewrapping the handle of his sword. “I have no biases. My calculations are undamaged.” That… wasn’t the right word. But he couldn’t think of another one. “Give me evidence that supports your argument and maybe I’ll believe it. Probably not, though.”

There was a long irritated huff that dragged from his lips like a dying lawnmower– slow and grating. His attention turned to the sword Brobot was working on, considering it for a moment. “Evidence that supports my claim that I am capable of kindness? What a foolish question.” He shifted a tad, leaning forward again. Though, not with the intent to kiss Brobot. Simply with the intent to watch him bind the leather. “If you would refer to my interactions with Roxy and Dirk, I think you will find that is plenty evidence enough.”

It seemed like Hal was just watching him now, momentarily giving up his shenanigans. Which was unlikely, knowing him, so Brobot was staying on guard while he fixed the sword. A shame. Brobot thought he would have liked Hal a lot more if he did just sit with him on occasion without any malevolent intentions. “I don’t have access to your chat logs. That evidence is worthless to me.”

And true to cause, Hal was already pulling up calculations on the probability he’d get away with snatching the tape. Thus far unlikely unless he managed to distract him again. Brobot’s reflexes were far too fast for Hal’s chassis to out compete but if he managed to startle him he had a fighting chance. “You do not need to rely on chat logs to determine the state of two people’s relationship. I am about 100% sure you certain do not require chat logs to draw upon memories; you’ve seen me interact with Dirk before.”

Unfortunately for Hal, however, Brobot was very hard to startle. He could be worried, but not often scared, and not often thrown off. He lacked the emotions that would get the better of him otherwise, and no matter what the situation he was always analyzing and keeping a level head.

“I don’t pay attention. It’s not important to me.” A downright lie. Of course he paid attention. He was always paying attention. He paid attention enough to know that Hal cared for Dirk a lot more than he’d willingly let on, and there was nothing Hal wouldn’t do for him when it came down to it. Which, he supposed could be an example of kindness.

Well, Hal deduced that he had rather low chances of startling Brobot as he was right now. Would another kiss do the trick? He’d already used the tactic once, so Brobot could’ve been expecting it. It wouldn’t have had the same startling potential as it did the first time around. What a shame, he should’ve snagged the tape when he could’ve.

“We didn’t program you to be a liar, Brobot, why start now? Of the two of us, you’ve always been the more attentive one.” It almost sounded like Hal was giving Brobot a compliment. Almost. He still didn’t move to do anything, however. He simply sat and watched. Maybe if he simply lounged around until Brobot stopped suspecting him-- fat chance, Brobot was always suspicious of him. “You know fully well I am capable of altruistic actions.”

#timaeustestbed #ic

arrives late to the meme party with a ❥ but imagine Hal (trying) to deck him in the face

❥ - rough, violent, or dominant touch, such as gripping the back of their neck, holding them down, shoving them into a wall, digging their nails into them, grabbing their jaw, etc

It was a rare occasion when Brobot actually managed to push Hal and rile him up enough that he dared to risk a fight just to try and land one hit on Brobot. It seemed as though this was one such occasion. It was almost funny, to see Hal fling himself off of his metaphorical high ground that he had previously been holding during their argument just because his emotions got the better of him. He willingly flipped the tables and gave all of the power to Brobot, just like that. It was incredible. As the fist came flying toward Brobot’s face, immediately, his hand jerked up to grab Hal’s wrist. That hand was promptly used against him as Brobot stepped forward, into Hal’s space, and jerked it back, pinning it and him to the wall. “You would think a Strider would be faster.” Never let it be said Brobot wasn’t capable of teasing.

Okay. Hal was moving away from the big computer. That was a good sign, right? Brobot really needed to learn more about this whole hacking business and how it worked. Because he had, like, no fucking clue. It hadn’t been necessary information, Dirk thought, when he planted Brobot on Jake’s island. Turns out it was kind of important because Dirk’s own creation was causing trouble.

Brobot turned to watch Hal go, and followed after. But it seemed as though Hal was heading straight for the bathroom, somewhere where Brobot wouldn’t normally follow people. …Why on earth did Hal need to go to the bathroom? He couldn’t even eat. What was the point of going in there? Possibly to check out the damage caused by Brobot?