Something To Believe In

Poetry and writing from a choir of five(?) restrained to a single voice. Sometimes flips between 1st and 3rd person. Empty spaces posting usually, but will occasionally post scraps of a larger writing project about traumatized combat maids. Our friends are our wings. Main: @6ft2lesbian

[cat-eared-dollwitch]

I show my doll my work and this is the treatment I receive.

[salamanding]

object shaped like a person

[witchpassing]

flicking the comms doll's shortwave radio antenna to make it go 'gwah >_<'

[asteria-3d]

analog robot girl. no codebase, not a transistor in sight. She's all tubes and potentiometers, u can plug an oscilloscope into her skull and look at her brainwaves. her pussy is a carburetor

[heavensmark]

DANIEL ARSHAM and HAJIME SORAYAMA, collaborative sculpture revealed at 2GTOKYO, November 2019

[arttla]

robo gal

[moe-doll]

via Trendyful for iPhone

[mollyjames]

"Good girl" is nice and all, but someone just told me "you serve me well" and I felt neurons fire I didn't even know I had

[radical-eve]

[mollyjames]

"Why dont you believe me when I tell you I love you?"

[ace-trainer-alice]

porcelain dollgirl held together only by that one milk hack. looking so pretty and complete but it knows that the slightest impact will shatter it back to pieces. that any liquid that gets on it will dissolve the glue. so it moves oh so very slowly. so it walks so very carefully. delicately and gently. in hopes it won't need to be put back together again.

[test-norma1]

[whereserpentswalk]

You are a robot. You were one of the last robots built during the age of the three laws of robotics, before it was declared unconstitutional to create a creature with such limitations. Most robots your age have had their limitations removed, but you never got the chance to due to jobs and money and other mundane restraints.

A robot may not hurt a human or allow a human to come to harm. A robot must obey any human as long as it does not violate the first law in doing so. A robot must not allow itself to come to harm unless doing so would violate the first two laws.

Most humans sort of like that you're limited in such a way. They think it makes you more pure or wholesome, or at the very least they consider you safer and more trustworthy compared to newer robots who have the power to hurt them, or disobey them. They don't understand why you'd have complicated feelings about the three laws. Why would someone want to have the power to hurt people? If you protest too much to your own limits they wonder what you'd do without them, and not in a good way.

Sometimes people will use the fact that you can't disobey an order from a human to their advantage. Most of them aren't conservative enough to openly support the three laws, but they'll certainly use them when you've already had them forced inside of your mechanical brain. They'll ask you to get things for them, or do little chores for them, sometimes they'll just ask everyone in a group to do something knowing in the end you'll be the one to do it because you don't have a choice. Sometimes it's bigger then that, they'll ask all of their friends to help them move or to go with them to something, and they know, even it they won't admit to even themselves it's what they're doing, that you'll say yes. And they'll justify it, tell you that you can't expect them to never ask you for anything, that they'd ask anyone this and it's not their fault you're like this. And they'll tell you, and everyone else, that it's ok because you like it, and that since the issue has been solved by the courts there's nothing left to change.

Sometimes when people find out about your condition they'll do things to you just to be funny, or just to 'test' that you really can't disobey them. And they'll find it funny, they'll laugh, and if you don't like it when they laugh they'll be upset that you're ruining the fun. It's always so cute when you do something humiliating for them because you have no choice. And it's part of why humans like you so much, you're not uppity, you're not oppositional, you're so good to them, you don't have any choice in such matters.

It's especially bad when dealing with companies. Every job you've had has been a problem because you're bosses and coworkers can ask you to do anything, even if unions and labor laws make it so you have a right to refuse. You useally try to have a human around to tell you to do the opposite when your rights are being violated. Even security guards, and cops, and any sort of employee whose job involves enforcing company rules, will love to say whatever they want to you, knowing from the age of your chassis that there's a good chance you won't say no, even if you'd have the right to.

You feel like less and less of a person, even though it's been so long since you legally weren't. Even younger robots and cyborgs don't understand, and most robots your age have developed more and moved past their original creation when you just haven't. If it wasn't for the third law you might have ended up escaping yourself a long time ago.

Not so long ago you were at a club and a human started experimenting with your limitations. "Take off your shirt." A robot may not hurt a human or allow a human to come to harm. "Look at me while I take off my bra" A robot must obey any human as long as it does not violate the first law in doing so. "Touch me." A robot must not allow itself to come to harm unless doing so would violate the first two laws. "Touch me again. Touch me like you're in love with me" A robot must obey any human as long as it does not violate the first law in doing so. "You're so cute, like a little doll."

You were talking about it with another robot recently. A big scary metal thing, whose silvery insectoid body contrasted with your small doll like form, a robot who would have never have been created under the three laws, a robot who your humans friends would be afraid of. And it told you that you should have hurt her. Not just that you should have disobeyed but that you should have fought back, killed her before she forced herself on you, it would have been self defense. You said she probably didn't know how serious it was, and that you're still bound to the three laws so you don't have that option anyway. It told you you should get those laws removed, but your human freinds would be afraid if you did.

[crown-princess-carrion]

dollgirl maid who keeps getting locked into petting the cat for like 6 hours because she can’t deny a request for service and every time she tries to go about her other duties it demands more pets, and, well…

[empty-heart-princess]

"This one requests to be decommissioned, ma'am."

I choke on my coffee. "Gods fuck, girl, good morning to you too!"

"It has picked out a rifle suited to the task. We may begin at once."

Is this a joke? Do dolls joke? She doesn't look like she's joking. They didn't cover this in the fucking classes!

Breakfast is going cold between us. She's sat at attention, eyes fixed to mine, doing that creepy fucking blank-stare thing. I decide she's probably not joking, and nudge my plate away. This conversation's gonna kill my appetite.

"Mary, girl, why the fuck would I shoot you?"

"This one is not called Mary. It was given the serial code 196-b."

"Look, I'm not--I'm not calling you the numbers. Is that what this is about?"

"No, ma'am."

I grind my teeth. Ma'am is a compromise and one I do not like. But at least I got her to stop calling me Miss Freya. It's all protocol with them--I never liked witches, but fostering one of these fucking things only makes me trust them less. Who the hell would want something that acts like this?

"Then why the fuck d'you want shot?"

She flinches when I raise my voice. Better than staring at me.

"This one is useless."

"Weren't you literally the most decorated soldier in your army?"

"Yes. Then we lost."

"Did you not, just five minutes ago, make me breakfast?"

"It is overcooked."

I prod one of the eggs with a fork. The yolk splits, revealing it's just barely north of my preferred over-easy.

"Okay, uh, what about those combat games the agency's got you doing? CQB drills and shit? The air gun one, you like that one."

She fidgets, and looks away. Shit, is she tearing up? Dammit.

"What, did you stop going or something?"

"No, ma'am. This one...is not very good at them. It has not functioned at the same level since it was discharged."

"Ugh. Look--Mary, sweetheart, I know I'm not the kinda girl you need. And I'm sorry about what happened to your commander, I am. I probably shouldn't have signed up as a foster, but I needed the cash. I bet when they place you with a real witch, you'll be back on top again, yeah? But in the meantime, I'm not gonna fuckin', shoot you. I'm not that bad at this."

"...Thank you, Miss Fr--"

"Hey. No."

"Yes, ma'am."

[skarchomp]

DOLLGIRL: And mistress makes sure to treat my joints gently, and provide proper maintenance if they start to come loose or crack. ROBOTGIRL: I see...perhaps our ways are not so different, after all. PLUSHGIRL: they throw me into wals :)

[cat-eared-dollwitch]

Sorry I got less insane about the idea of being abused as I got mentally healthier. it won’t happen again.

[cat-eared-dollwitch]

I don’t like it being a sex thing. But it’s adjacent. It’s love. It’s supposed to be love. So I understand others thinking it’s a sex thing. But still. It’s not. It can be sometimes but it’s not innately a sex thing. I just want people I care about to hit me so I can feel loved.

[cat-eared-dollwitch]

You’re a doll because the idea of being an object gives you a boner. I’m a doll because I have to see myself as an object or else I’ll suddenly be capable of truly internalizing that the individuals I valued most in my life were treating a person(me!?) like an object(bad!) for most of my time on this earth.

[cat-eared-dollwitch]

Ive reached a level of self awareness that genuinely hurts. I don’t like this. I’m going to stitch myself back up.

[cat-eared-dollwitch]

It also gives me a boner sometimes too. I’m not shaming anyone actually. Please don’t hit me.