Pchelik's hive @pchelik-please - Tumblr Blog

HIII this is Pchelik's hive

I write weird shit and go insane about robots for a whole year already :з

I speak english and russian and trying to learn hungarian (a magyarom szar, bocsáss meg)

She/it

The tags i use and things im into bellow

#robot insanity #toy photography #from the future with Hello #everything else is untagged idgaf

charl0ttan

long distance friends pets feel like celebrities because you can only be parasocial with them

i-am-a-fish

I hope you get your favorite food this week and your favorite drink and your favorite 2k dollars

i-am-a-fish

I'm sorry there's no magic in this post I'm just talking. I hope good stuff happens to people online I hope good things happen to all of us

cosmicretreat

Bruce Campbell, his dad, and his body doubles on the set of Army of Darkness (1992)

sourcreammachine

look upon my sons and despair

weiden-underscore-ww

2 mimir

sleepy day at work

#project hail mary

animentality

elierlick

There is still time. It's never too late to transition

funnierbusiness

I don't know if anyone's done this yet. I've only seen it with the roles switched, so I had to make this version too. Let's be real, they're both pathetic for each other, so it could go either way.

#project hail mary #iron lung

eameschairs

(grace has to drag him away from the window that first day)

#project hail mary

renbizco

As valuable as mine.

I'm back with drawing these two again ;-)

#dawtde

jiiin22

the bravest human

#project hail mary

fromthemouthofkings

A group of far-future linguists and archeologists suddenly *poof* into existence in front of me. One is holding a tablet. "What is the difference between 'red sauce' and 'tomato sauce?'" they ask me. "The distinction is not clear in extant texts from this time and place."

"Uh, they're the same thing," I tell them. "Who are you?"

"Yes!" the being with the tablet exclaims.

One of the other researchers groans. "No! My thesis...months of writing wasted..." One of the others comforts them.

"Now, what is this object for?" The first researcher holds up a discolored, dinged-up plastic object. It's clearly been buried in the ground for quite some time, but the two holes and the scuffed plastic window are distinctive.

"That's a cassette tape. You record music with it."

"Interesting, interesting." The being enters something on the tablet.

"How are you speaking English?"

"Sophisticated translation technology," one of the researchers confides. "We are students of your society. From the future."

"What does this pictogram represent?" The researcher with the tablet turns it around so that the screen faces me.

It's the eggplant emoji.

"Sex," I say. "Why do you need to ask me this if you can time travel or whatever? Can't you just go wherever you want to go and look around and see how these things are being used?"

The beings shift guiltily and look at each other. "Technically, travel to times and places prior the advent of time travel is strictly prohibited. Paradoxes, you know."

"Oh."

"We must be get back before our advisor returns to the lab. Just don't tell anyone you saw us, alright? The space-time continuity depends on it. Can you do that?"

"Uh, sure, I guess?"

One of them pats me on the head. "And don't go to Mars."

"Okay. Wait, why? Is it dangerous?"

"No. Just not worth it."

The group disappears in a shimmering light.

The cassette clatters to the sidewalk behind them.

Out of befuddlement, mainly, I pick it up. It's clearly old, discolored and scuffed, but it still has tape in it.

I carry the tape around in my pocket for a while. The curiosity builds. I want to know what's on that tape. I don't have a cassette player anymore, so I go to Goodwill and pick up the first one I can find, praying that it still works. I plug it in. It turns on.

I slide the tape inside. It's dirty, but it still seems to be in decent shape. I snap the player closed and hit play. The wheels begin to turn. I hold my breath.

A familiar tune starts up. A wobbly voice comes out of the machine.

We're no strangers to love