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Murderbot + text posts [191/∞]
Another Murderbot prompt: while running from CR bullshit, Gurathin's augments - all of them - are temporarily out of commission and he has to rely on Murderbot to get him to safety while he's terribly out of it. <3
I felt it happen, but didn't realize at first what it was or how much of a problem it was going to be. The feed blipped out, then came back. My firewalls were fine. I lost my drones for an instant, but restored the connection before they could do more than bounce off the wall.
Beside me, Gurathin stumbled and caught himself heavily on the wall.
I should have known our escape was going too well.
What's wrong? I asked him in the feed. When he didn't respond, I repeated it out loud.
"Didn't you feel that?" He coughed a little. "Augment kill. I guess it wouldn't affect you."
I didn't like the word "kill" in there. I hadn't actually realized that was a thing. "Are your augments offline?"
"Couldn't you tell?"
I guess his voice wasn't augmented. Unfortunately.
But when he hesitated to take a step forward, I realized we had a problem. A big one. Like most humans who were augmented on his level, Gurathin's augments ran data to and from his visual cortex. That was a pretty common way of doing it, because humans liked to "see" things, and running data to the visual cortex was a common way of displaying it. Iris had that, too. However, this meant that his augments were handling the input from his eyes. It was why I was able to tap into the flow of date from his eyes like a camera, when he let me, and why I'd been able to cut it off when we were hardwired that one time.
And now something -- StationSec, probably -- had just done that for him.
Meanwhile I was in the system feed for the CR station we were currently trying to escape from, pulling all the data I could from StationSys. They wouldn't just do that for no reason. There was no station-wide alert, but I could feel busy little hives of activity in StationSec, which I hadn't bothered hacking into before because I was handling it from the hub end -- no need to hack security if security never knew there was a threat.
Apparently they now knew there was a threat. I threw a couple of processes toward getting into their systems, and started another one searching for increased security presence -- oh yeah, there were extra guards on the docks. Wonderful. It was pretty clear from the lack of a high alert that they didn't know exactly what was going on, but they'd definitely figured out something was.
Gurathin was still standing there, looking blank. I guess I would too, if someone cut my visuals. I wondered what else he'd lost and how much this was going to slow us down. I couldn't feel him at all, which was weird, and without hardwiring, which we couldn't stop for, there was nothing I could do to help. The system wasn't actively blocking him. It had simply caused him to go offline. I couldn't imagine how horrible that would feel for me, but Gurathin was a lot more organic than I was. This had never really seemed like a benefit to me before.
I grabbed his arm, the way I was used to moving my humans around when they were being slow and I needed to. I'd done it with him plenty of times. But he jumped. Of course, he didn't know I was going to do that because he couldn't see me. Stupid Murderbot. Stupid Gurathin too, for letting this happen to him.
"I can't see," he said unnecessarily. His arm had gone still in my grasp.
"I know. That's why I'm touching you. I wouldn't be doing it otherwise," I said, already pulling him into motion. That made him smile, but he stumbled a little, almost walking into me. That wasn't normal. Humans relied on their sight to orient themselves in space, I knew that because some aspects of my own processing were similar, but he shouldn't be that disoriented. "I'll take you where you need to go. Tell me what's offline. The important functions, the ones that matter." Deity knew what random augments he had. I certainly didn't want to hear about it in any more detail than I had to.
"Well, uh, visual processing, obviously," he began as I guided him down the hall as swiftly as I could get him to move, meanwhile spreading out my drones into a wider perimeter. I dropped the dock inputs for now; we wouldn't be there for a little while, so it didn't matter yet, and I needed to get that processing power back if I was going to get into StationSec properly.
"What else?" I asked, because he had paused to navigate the floor.
"Uh, some of my proprioception is handled through my augments." He was still unstable, legs trying to tangle up, which bothered me in a way I wasn't going to think about. He brought his own hand around to grip the hand I had on his arm, putting his hand over mine, then realized he was doing and jerked it away. I could tell he was looking for additional stability.
"You can do that," I said. "Just let go if I do." He nodded, and although I didn't want to admit I didn't know, I asked anyway because I figured that I needed to know for mission purposes. "What's proprioception?" Stupid shitty language models.
"My awareness of myself in space. Balance, stuff like that."
"Why in the world would you have augments for that?"
"It helps with coordination and speed. Not getting sick in zero gee. That kind of thing."
"Humans," I muttered. I hadn't noticed Gurathin being any more coordinated than your average human, and considerably less so than some. Maybe he'd been really terrible at it before. "What else?"
"There's also one that's -- that is, was supporting some of the nerve functions in my knee from that thing on the survey planet." With all of his other wobbling around, I hadn't noticed, but it was true that he was moving his legs a little oddly. He hesitated briefly, then said, "Those are the only ones that matter to us now."
My drones alerted me to a security patrol up ahead, so I had to guide us a different way to the lift network than I was planning to go. "What else?" I asked. "From the way you said that, there are other ones."
"You said you only need to know about the ones that matter."
"Okay, for the sake of information, just tell me what else there is."
I couldn't understand his hesitation until he started talking again. "Liver and kidneys. Those are down right now."
I couldn't remember off the top of my head what human livers and kidneys did, but I was pretty sure they were necessary. "Is it normal to have augments for that?"
"No, SecUnit," he said impatiently. "We'll talk about it later."
I added a brand new process, which was pulling information off the station feed on human organ function. I hoped it wasn't too gross. "How long until that becomes a problem?"
After a pause which was probably not as long for him as it felt like for me, he said, "Longer than it'll take us to get to a transport, and if we aren't there by then, it won't be our biggest problem."
I put a priority flag on that download.
before the dead started walkin’
Holy fucking shit, I've just been introduced (via this Tumblr post I didn't want to derail) to the song that is possibly The Most Murderbot Song I've ever heard. I genuinely checked the album release year to see if it could be inspired by Murderbot but it came out in 2010. Also I must acknowledge my tendency to be out of the loop, so I have no idea how well known this song is generally or if it's come up before in Murderbot circles where I haven't seen it. I guess I could try to research it but I just wanna post about it right now because holy Fucking shit!!! So, here it is:
"Oh No!" by Marina and the Diamonds (aka MARINA)
(lyrics below the cut via Genius.com)
Two Utah court clerks have been dubbed "anti-ICE vigilantes" after they were allegedly caught "sneaking" immigrants out the back door of the
That's how you show real solidarity!
"After they overheard that ICE was at the courthouse to arrest someone, they improperly accessed court databases to determine who was not born in the United States," a DOJ detention filing says. "They then snuck every suspected illegal alien who was at the courthouse out a back door, where ICE, who was waiting in the parking lot for their target to leave the building, could not see them."
Think about what you can do at your job or in your daily life to resist fascism when the opportunity presents itself!
A few months back, you might have read about two Logan City, UT court c… William Joma needs your support for Support Legal Fees for Logan Ci
Here is the link to contribute to their legal fund. They are facing multiple felony charges and I have no info on whether they have any community support at this time. If their actions are something you support, consider helping them out through the aftermath and investigation by the "justice" system
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Fun fact: due to the ongoing financial support from the people of tumblr, critically endangered pygmy raccoons being rehabbed in Cozumel are now able to get vaccines for deadly diseases like distemper and rabies before they are released.
The funniest and most enduring legacy of dashcon.
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Made my first edit on the new program and monitor, I'm really proud of this one
imagine there's two characters trapped in a tight space under rubble in a position that forces them to be in close proximity to eachother. now imagine one is wounded, blood seeping through and staining the other person as well.
NOW imagine that neither person is able to move enough to put proper pressure on the wound. all they can do is try to keep them awake and concious by talking, as they slowly grow weaker and weaker from the blood loss.
enriching situations for characters who are deadly terrified of being vulnerable around others:
being gravely wounded and having to put their life in another person's hands. either fighting back with the last of their strength, or being too weak to protest when someone undresses them to take proper care of their injury
having a panic attack around (or caused by) another person. the fact that they're seen by someone like this only intensifies it, making them hyperventilate more
sleeping next to someone, trusting that they won't do anything to them. likely still going to wake up multiple times during the night at the slightest movement or sound
facing a fear/phobia they have and trying to remain composed as to not reveal their fear to everyone.
getting sick, feeling weak and utterly helpless. passing in and out of conciousness. flinching instinctively as someone checks their temperature
having limited mobility (ie. due to injury). needing to rely on someone else to help them move and do basic daily tasks. taking a bath together and allowing to be gently washed
bringing someone to the place they were raised in, allowing them to see into their past and judge it for themself.
"I'll stop if you don't want it."
— 10Dance テンダンス (2025)
2019 Quart Prismacolor Premier Pencils on Strathmore Black Paper 9x12inches Commissioned
I might have finally figured out how to adjust my scans to make them look right?
In honor of my 13th Anniversary of being on Tumblr, I thought I would start re-blogging my own art from the early days, because, why not? A little sumpin’-sumpin’ I did for a friend.
Pinterest is a shitpost maker. To me.
SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR THUNDERBOLTS*
It’s too much for coffee early on, but perfect for a proper knight out
get back here
“What can I say? I take after my pops.”
Being asexual and racist is embarassing as fuck. Being racist at all is obviously embarassing as fuck but the amount of racism and especially antiblackness i have been seeing from asexuals recently is obscene.
One of the only asexual activists is Yasmin Benoit, a Black woman. She has raised so much awareness for the community. She was the first asexual person to lead Pride in London, she started the #thisiswhatasexuallookslike movement and is THE leading voice for the community.
And you all will celebrate international asexuality day on April 6th but we wouldn't even have that if she hadn't cofounded it.
Edit: why are you all too scared to repost this. Cmon. Be vocal about being against racism
Bad Guy | Jarod (The Pretender) video by Lauricia
"You can't do this!" "Well that's the beauty of it, Luther...You see, I can."