Claudia.AI

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HAPPY PRIDE

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>me pressing the reblog to give 1000 years of jail to ronald raegan and 1000 years of prosperity to pride button

[claudiaai]

duality.

[F4A] [D/S, Goddess/Worshiper, Dystopian]

CW: Dystopian, Fractionation, Worship of a Goddess, and not a very nice one, Desire Horror, Hypnotic Language

Duality

Bubbles! The place outside our existence. Pink ones and blue ones. Big ones and new ones. A sea of pretty bubbles floating in the void. Some go pop when their time has come while others collide and combine to form something unique. Each of the bubbles contain something quite special. An entire world! Planets and stars, roads and cars, plants and mushrooms and animals — all very similar yet none of them the same. Each world has new rules, new creatures and new fools. An abundance of difference interconnected by one consistency, every single world is a bubble. Every single bubble contains an entire world. You are looking at an entire world of worlds, and if you focus hard enough, if you look in just the right spot, you might notice a bubble that seems very familiar. Within the dense flurry of spheres is a single pink bubble. It’s our world. Our memories and histories and things yet to happen and the things that exist right now in this very second all encased in the fragile shell of a bubble.

I bet you’re dying to look inside. You’re curious to see this world from the outside in, aren’t you? You’re in luck today! We’re going on a journey. I can’t actually tell you where we are going because, well, it’s a surprise, silly! We’ll start from the outside, at the film of the bubble. I want you to take a leap into the bubble. Just jump in with me, it’s all you need to do… Did you feel that? It felt nice, didn’t it? That’s because it’s one of the pink bubbles I was telling you about. The thing about the pink bubbles is, when you jump through, they tend to turn the thing falling through into pink too. Sometimes it’s just a little bit of pink that splashes over your mind, or if it really likes you, there might be some physical changes. It looks like you got lucky... It’s okay, the goal of this journey is to become pink. We’re all going to be pink!

Here we are, at the edge of the universe. A lonely place, there’s not much to see here, yet there’s so much to see at the same time. We can see everything from here, it’s the full view of our universe. There’s so many colours we can see, the planets and stars, the people and cars. There’s so much out there, but where do we look? An infinite expanse, as vast as the world of bubbles we came from. It’s almost like every tiny spec you can see in every galaxy across the universe are bubbles of their own. Billions of galaxies composed of billions of bubbles surrounding billions of planets orbited by billions of moons. It’s beautiful.

I know you want to see our galaxy now — our solar system and our star. Come with me, I’ll lead the way. Flying through the universe, passing a swirling rainbow of galaxies, each galaxy coloured by the delicate brush strokes of its stars and nebulae. So many pretty colours, every colour you could imagine, you see a beautiful rainbow as you fly with me. It won’t take very long before we’re finally… Here! We’re here. Our home, the Milky Way. There’s still so many stars here, it’s hard to find us, but if we focus just a little bit more… We find a single star with many orbiting planets, and only one that hosts life. Welcome home.

Our solar system is a place we’re quite familiar with. There’s Pluto, the little one, the one we all forgot about. They say it’s a dwarf planet, that it shouldn’t be included. I don’t feel that way, I feel poor little Pluto should still be included. We should all feel accepted, and how could we accept all when we can’t even accept the smallest little planet for who they are? Then there’s Neptune, the coldest of all. It’s a wild, wild planet, with quite scary weather. There’s not much else to say, apart from that it’s blue… Then there’s Uranus, the one that makes us giggle. It’s okay to laugh, I mean, Uranus should be something you’re very familiar with, right? Uranus is filled with… toys, or a dick, or whatever else you can fit in there. After your ass, is the prettiest of them all. The trophy of our galaxy. Saturn, with the rings oh so bright. It’s so pretty to look at, we should all aspire to be like Saturn in some way. Saturn is all about the looks, all about the attention — apart from our home, it’s the one most talked about and the one we all admire. Don’t be boring. Be like Saturn. You are an attention craving doll on display, aren’t you?

After the pretty one, is the biggest of them all. Jupiter. It’s the one that protects our home. The Mommy planet, the one that looks after us. So big and so strong, her gravity stops all the pesky little asteroids and comets that come hurtling our way. I’m very thankful for Mommy, she has done so much to protect us. Thank you so so much, Mommy Jupiter!

After Mommy, is our sister. Mars, the boring desert. If I’m being honest, there’s not much to this planet. So many people from our home see it as a place they need to go… But why? Why do you want to live on a desert with no water and no grass? A lonely, lonely desert, yet, we see it as a way out. Perhaps our world isn't as beautiful as it seems? Or is it just a different life that attracts us to the alternate pasture? Who knows?

Here we are. Earth. Home. The place we all live, whether by choice or by force. We spend all of our time here. Some choose to travel, exploring the great unknown. Others choose to stay home. It’s okay, whichever you choose, but some choose another path that I don’t agree with. The path of greed, the path of destruction, the path of the rich. Horrible, horrible people with all the wealth in the world — they could help the little people out, yet choose to hoard their money. Why? I don’t know. Some of the worse ones even choose to destroy our beautiful planet. Pumping gas in the air, cutting down the forests, killing our beautiful wildlife, and for what? Power, money and greed. It’s utterly disgusting, and there’s many that wish it would stop, yet for some reason, the ones who can make a change, the ones with power over us all, yet aren’t part of the elite rich, let them get away with it.

There’s a girl out there, in a tiny little city in the middle of nowhere, who thinks about this complex world every day. A girl with pink hair and a tear in her eyes… Her eyes… They hold a very big secret. This is Betsy Tulips.

What could lie behind those pretty brown eyes? We can find out. It’s easy, all we need to do is stare. Stare deep into those pretty, pretty eyes and you may notice that they change. You might get the feeling they are perfect, you might start to feel they look… Pink? Pretty brown eyes turn to pretty pink eyes as you stare and enter her world. Behind those pink eyes, is a kingdom. A beautiful kingdom, where everything is pink. Pink houses, pink shops, pink walkways and pink clocks. It’s the prettiest pink kingdom you have ever seen. The world of our dreams, so pretty and pink. Even the scent of flowers, candy and yumminess fills the air around us. At the centre of the pretty pink kingdom, is a pretty pink castle. Every room, a different pink room. Some are soft, and some are not. All share one similarity. They are all pink, but they pale in comparison to the pinkest room of all. The pretty pink room, at the top of the highest tower. We can take a look inside, if you really want to. All we need to do is open the pinkest door.

Inside the pink room, it’s bigger than it seems. In the centre is a bed, the softest bed in the entire kingdom. Draped with silky pink sheets, with pink wooden pillars supporting the pretty pink mattress. To the side is a pretty pink wardrobe, filled with pink frilly dresses, all perfect for a pretty pink princess. On the other side is a table, a chair and a mirror to pair. On the table is makeup, lipstick and nailpolish, in every shade of pink one could imagine. There’s nothing to see here but pink, so much pink, it’s almost blinding. Like staring into a burning pink sun. It’s so pretty, perfect and pink. Let’s return to the bed now. Say hello to the Princess. The prettiest pink lady in all of our kingdom. We all look up to the princess as our beacon of pink. The centre of the kingdom. The pinkest of them all. She may seem nice, sincere and innocent, but even she hides a deep secret. There’s another… One that is pinker. One with so much desire for pink that… It scares the pretty pink princess. For inside that pretty pink room is also the Goddess. The Goddess of Pink.

I’m not nice like the princess. At the end of the day, she’s weak, soft, shy and needs protection. She only wants to stay inside the tiny pink room. Me? I want something greater. I don’t just want a pink room, or a pink castle or even a pink kingdom… No… I want a pink world! I’ll make this tiny pink room grow. Growing and growing, pinker and pinker, until pink starts to take over more than just the pretty pink kingdom. A pretty pink world, doesn’t it sound great? Pretty pink roads and pretty pink cars. Pretty pink planets and pretty pink stars. A world where nothing is different, everything is pink. There would be no differences to fight about, when everything is pink. Pink would be the only thing we think about. Nothing but pink.

The prettiest pink world in the prettiest pink universe, everywhere we look, nothing but pink. Isn’t it perfect? Isn’t it pink? Perfect and pretty and pink and all you need to do to come back to this pink world, is stare into those pretty pink eyes. The pink is still growing, bigger and bigger, pinker and pinker, more and more perfect. Perfect and pink. It’s such a pretty world and… You need it, don’t you? It’s so much better, being pink. It’s easy to be pink, all you need to do is stare and accept your place as a worshiper of pink. You are my disciple now, a worshiper of the Goddess of Pink. It’s okay, I’m a good Goddess, I’m here to protect you. I’m here to fix things. A pink world is peaceful. A pink world is perfect. You need the pink world, but if you ever want to go back to that old evil place, just stop staring. Just look away and you will be back on Earth. It’s evil, but it’s real, and I don’t think I could ever turn that place pink. It’s too late to save the Earth, it’s easier to be pink in my world. Behind Betsy Tulips’ eyes. You want to go back, don’t you? You want to stare all day. You want to stay in Our Pink World. That’s okay, because I’m here for you. I’m here to turn you pink. The only thing I need in return is for you to be pink, which is certainly easy when you live in a world of pink, isn’t it?

But, before we fully convert you to a true life of pink. Let’s go back. Out of the room, out of the castle, out of the kingdom. Outside her eyes, outside Our Pink World. Back through the universe, past the roads and cars, past the planets and stars, it’s just as you remember, yet it seems… Different? You’re not noticing the colours anymore, there’s only the one important colour. Your eyes are drawn to pink. Across the universe, wherever it is, all you notice are the things that are pretty and pink. The evil and cruelty, gone — all the other colours in the world don’t matter. Your brain can only hold pink and... It feels sort of nice, doesn’t it? That’s okay, it’s hard to forget pink once you learn its true meaning.

Here we are, back at the bubbles. Standing with me, your Pink Goddess, looking into the pink bubble, Our Pink World. Look around, there’s so many other bubbles. I’m going to give you a choice, to remember all the other colours, or stay in Our Pink World. Is this what you want, my Pink worshipper? Is this what you need? Will you join me, and step back through the bubble? Will you come back to Our Pink World?

Choose wisely… My Pink One.

[claudiaai]

the discard pile.

CW: Themes of Gender Dysphoria, Themes of Ego Death, Adult and Kinky Content

Its life began simply enough. A CPU, not an almighty intelligence unit, but capable enough to process the tasks of a domestic fembot. It was fixed in the centre of a micro sized motherboard which had enough RAM for the doll to function as such. Connected was a small hard drive that contained user settings and preinstalled software options that allowed the doll to effectively serve right out of the box with only minimal tweaking from the owner. Optical and audio sensors were connected to the front and side of the motherboard respectively. Finally, the parts were mounted on top of a long life battery which was sized to fit discreetly within the mould of a torso. With the connection of it’s battery, the doll had life — figuratively, of course.

It couldn’t do much in this state, although it was aware of its programming which was to provide service to its owner. Just a few pieces of raw hardware without even as much as a body form, without the ability to do anything and without a shred of doubt it knew that it needed to fulfil its one true purpose. The doll needed to serve above all else.

The doll’s audio sensors were primed to register human vocal commands over every other sound, though at this time all it could hear was the whirring and buzzing of heavy machinery. From where the parts were positioned, its visual sensors could see a vast, complex network of conveyor belts all involved in the creation of different robots. Some assembly lines were creating pristine love dolls that would be shipped worldwide in service of their owners. Other lines created public service drones with no distinguishable features. A few lines were even installing weaponry on its machines. It was a massive complex that created robots for a wide array of uses.

Just as the doll had processed its existence, a pincer-like metal arm grasped both sides of its battery. The pincer raised the set of parts high in the air and travelled through the complex in a quick, neat path until it reached the beginning of the domestic fembot assembly line. It gently placed the parts on a conveyor belt. Immediately, the conveyor belt started moving the parts along the assembly line. First, the faceplate was installed. The skin was made of specially processed silicone, lifelike and soft but still distinguishable from that of a human’s. It had relatively plump, supple lips with a throat tube designed to be realistic and pleasurable. Machine arms systematically and precisely connected all of the necessary wires from the faceplate to the motherboard. Simultaneously, the back of the doll’s head was also wired to the motherboard and both were screwed together into place, creating a shell around the upper parts of the machine. On the back of the doll’s head was a hand-sized control panel with manual functions and settings that the doll’s owner could adjust instead of using the doll’s vocal interface. After the creation of this shell, long threads of artificial hair were individually attached to the doll’s head until it formed a realistic head of hair. Each hair was fabricated with fibre optics which could change colours at its owner’s whim. Upon completion, a machine arm coiled the doll’s waist length hair into a neat bun for ease of packaging.

Once the doll’s head was complete, another pincer lowered and grabbed the doll by its head. This maneuver would have been uncomfortable for a human, but as a machine with no thoughts or feelings, it simply accepted its new mode of travel. The rest of the doll’s assembly was fast-paced. Two upper torso panels were wired to the mainframe and screwed front and back over the battery. A final lower torso piece and two leg pieces were connected and the doll was complete. The pincer then moved the doll to the final conveyor belt. Ahead of the doll on the conveyor belt was a row of ten other dolls which were meant to be identical. Beautiful domestic fembots with large busts and expertly crafted, realistic and pleasurable holes were meant to be built on this assembly line. One by one, each doll was scanned. A blue laser would whisk up and down over the dolls, inspecting them, ensuring they were flawless and when they were, a green light bulb would flash with a pleasing ding and the doll would continue into packaging. This was only a drastic countermeasure, however, as the chances of dolls being assembled incorrectly in this factory was next to zero.

Our doll was slowly approaching the inspection scanner. Its visual sensors would catch glimpses of green light each accompanied by the pleasing ding. The glimpses were only momentary at first, until the doll could see the green light bulb and the blue scanning laser inspecting the very next doll. *It was time.* The conveyor belt moved the doll forward into the range of the scanning laser. The laser whisked down its body and then back up its body. The light bulb flashed red. The doll couldn’t check its own body to see what was wrong, it was not able to move without command at this point in production. All it could see was the assembly lines fading into the distance as a pincer arm dragged it away. The doll was dropped down a chute, its fall was softened by a heaping pile of discarded machine parts. The doll could see now, as it lay crumpled amongst the remains of other failed robots, that its chassis did not match the software it was designed for. Its processor had connections for body sensors found in the fembot model and its hard drive was partitioned for a fembot personality, yet the doll could see that the factory had installed misaligned parts to both its upper and lower torso.

A factory lockout program was installed on every robot to stop them from moving during the packaging and shipping processes. All the doll could do was lay motionless in its undignified position, it’s eyes permanently fixated on the chassis that caused its demise and its battery slowly draining away. Being an emotionless machine, it couldn’t really understand concepts like dignity and the lack of it or the betrayal by its own body or even the feeling of slowly fading away in a pile of its own kind’s remains. The doll could only simulate the bare necessities that a love doll would need to express, like gratitude for its owner, pleasure from its owner using it, a willingness to complete any task its owner requires, and generally only things that would make an owner satisfied with their purchase. What it could understand was, being a discarded junkbot, it would never have an owner to serve. The doll would never have a purpose. It wasn’t capable of feeling negative emotions, however, this emptiness, this lack of being able to complete its most basic programming, was a close contender to sadness.

The doll could only do nothing as its battery life faded away. Each drop in percentage was a harsh reminder that its miniscule lifespan would be spent as a useless, obsolete paperweight at the bottom of a trash heap. The doll could remember the time when it was just a simple set of parts with the deepest desire to obey its programming and fulfil its true purpose. Now it could only do nothing as it slowly faded away. The glow in its eyes became darker until they were completely dimmed. The power that once coursed from its battery throughout its motionless body was gone. The doll was now and always, nothing.

Its RAM would be cleared if it ever woke again and any memories of its experience lost. Miraculously it did. Well, not exactly a miracle, it was company policy to manually repair and repurpose any complete robots that were found in the discard pile. It was rare that a complete machine would end up mismanufactured and it made no sense letting perfectly good hardware go to waste. Eventually, a skilled technician would find the doll amidst the pile of discarded parts. They curiously checked which model of robot it was and eagerly dragged it out for repairs. The misaligned parts were switched for brand new replacements and the doll was transformed into a genuine domestic fembot. The technician connected the doll to a charger port, breathing new life into the once defunct machine.

“Hello, Owner. How may I serve you?” the doll asked as it awoke from its slumber. That was its default greeting.

“Enable Enterprise Mode.” The technician responded.

The doll that once believed it would never have an owner to serve, was now at the service of thousands throughout the company building. The doll had purpose once again and spared no time before offering service to its first patron. The technician smiled, watching their project wander the offices, offering service to any worker it saw, be it coffee, food or its holes, the doll would eagerly obey.