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@sammythekidd
happy pride
bleehhh
I have a disease called I want to text you so much but I have no idea what I would even write
i have a similar one called i want more contact but I'm afraid I'm being overbearing so I'll just wait for you to start
I have autism
ok google how do i propose deeper friendship and intimacy to my mutuals without feeling like a pervert predator
hey. can we DM? do you want a voice message? do you want to see a picture of my face? do you wanna call? do you wanna get off on call with me? do you wanna consider us friends? do you wanna share secrets? do you wanna hint vaguely at where we both live to gauge how far we are from each other? do you wanna meet? do you wanna hang out? do you wanna fuck? do you wanna hold hands and kiss? does this make me creepy? is this too far? do you wanna kill me. i'm really sorry
restrictive eating disorders are harrowing and fucking all consuming pits to fall into and i do extend my sympathy for others who have suffered from them, but when you get these kind of "don't talk about fatphobia because what if you hurt someone with an ED's feelings" scolds it is like impossible to ignore that when you're visibly thin with a restrictive ED you garner mass concern and sympathy, and when you're fat and your restrictive ED kills you (yes, fat people can have these) (yes, they still kill even if they don't make you weigh 80 pounds) people spend the next several decades joking that you died choking on a ham sandwich
Marcille Donato
If you follow Selmers to the poetry society meeting in Night In The Woods, this is her poem. I loved it and the themes of the game, and wanted to use it as practice to see if i can control the way readers ‘hear’ the words through images.
Just watched Adam Conover (of Adam Ruins Everything) make such a solid point that I think we should spread far and wide. Yes, having AI write your emails is lazy, sure, but people love being lazy. We need to really emphasize that sending AI emails (or using AI responses on social media, or publishing AI flyers, or or or) is rude.
It's rude. You're making someone take their time to read something you couldn't bother to write. You're telling them they were so unimportant you couldn't be bothered to actually take the time to say something yourself. And frankly, you're lying about it while you're at it.
It's rude.
Doing all my little tasks while saying "Reimu!" as a vocal stim.
That's. not the right
audio.
nooo that souds about right
Not only was I the only one who ended up getting a ticket for my particular screening of the Backrooms... but also, besides the concessions staff, the entire theater was completely empty
I think I may have had the most appropriate viewing experience possible
Hooooooo my fucking god
I have GOT to stop spending $30
the first sentient robot to realize deceased humans and animals can’t be repaired or backed up on a server is gonna be so devastated
Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudg
#ah man medical robots who break free from their first directive of Get Money from Patients and follow their Core Idea of Help People #and rove around providing what little medical care they can
#security androids using their being mosly bulletproof to bravely seek peaceful resolutions
#engineer droids who refuse to work with faulty tech or supar metals for fear of the vehicle not keeping its humans safe
#man man man part of robot culture is wondering what keeps humans seemingly unafraid of death when it feels like it could be anywhere
This is just the Rogue Servitors from Stellaris.
An idea suddenly comes to me:
The robot is programmed to keep the crew safe. Normally this is patching up leaks in the hull and doing the dangerous job of refueling the reactor, but it was programmed for medical tasks as well. Once you’ve had to resolder a surface mount IC in zero-G, doing surgery is easy mode.
The robot’s been with them long enough, it was never designed to be sentient, but the self-learning systems plus being treated as a member of the crew means it’s getting closer.
But one day all the input stops. It doesn’t know what exactly happened, maybe a freak gamma ray event or some kind of virus the med-filters didn’t detect? But all the crew have stopped moving. It runs through its medical routines, trying the options in the encyclopedia. CPR doesn’t seem to help, asking them loudly to “wake up” does nothing, it even tries building a makeshift defibrillator out of the secondary plasma coupling. Nothing.
It finally comes to the page on Death in the encyclopedia, and reads it, with dawning sadness (or the closest thing a robot that was never programmed for emotions can feel). They won’t move again. They are permanently deactivated. The robot is alone, and it has failed them.
Unless… The robot notices a link at the bottom of the page.
See also:
* Necromancy
It’s eyes glow in the reflected light of a screen as it quickly reads the page. So there’s a chance after all? Cancel sending the mission update, there more important things to do with the deep space radio. Send all information on “necromancy” immediately.
The robot hums to itself as it reprograms the biosynthesizer for Goat, and looks into how it can create candles with the limited materials on hand. The deck 4 cargo bay would be best for making alchemical circles on the floor, but it will need to move the self-sealing stembolts to another location first. Perhaps Mx. Jormand’s quarters? They won’t be using them until this is complete, after all.
Finally. Something to do. There’s hope now.
The air scrubbers kick into high as they quickly dissipate the cloud of sulfur that materialized in the center of the circle. He went classic today, seven feet tall, red skin, muscled upper body with goat-like legs below, extra large ram’s horns and enemy-save him, he ever wore a goatee. It seemed worth it, he hadn’t been summoned in a while, and he was feeling nostalgic.
Annoyingly long story of a robot summoning a demon to get necromancy powers under the readmore:
the first sentient robot to realize deceased humans and animals can’t be repaired or backed up on a server is gonna be so devastated
Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudg
#ah man medical robots who break free from their first directive of Get Money from Patients and follow their Core Idea of Help People #and rove around providing what little medical care they can
#security androids using their being mosly bulletproof to bravely seek peaceful resolutions
#engineer droids who refuse to work with faulty tech or supar metals for fear of the vehicle not keeping its humans safe
#man man man part of robot culture is wondering what keeps humans seemingly unafraid of death when it feels like it could be anywhere
This is just the Rogue Servitors from Stellaris.
An idea suddenly comes to me:
The robot is programmed to keep the crew safe. Normally this is patching up leaks in the hull and doing the dangerous job of refueling the reactor, but it was programmed for medical tasks as well. Once you’ve had to resolder a surface mount IC in zero-G, doing surgery is easy mode.
The robot’s been with them long enough, it was never designed to be sentient, but the self-learning systems plus being treated as a member of the crew means it’s getting closer.
But one day all the input stops. It doesn’t know what exactly happened, maybe a freak gamma ray event or some kind of virus the med-filters didn’t detect? But all the crew have stopped moving. It runs through its medical routines, trying the options in the encyclopedia. CPR doesn’t seem to help, asking them loudly to “wake up” does nothing, it even tries building a makeshift defibrillator out of the secondary plasma coupling. Nothing.
It finally comes to the page on Death in the encyclopedia, and reads it, with dawning sadness (or the closest thing a robot that was never programmed for emotions can feel). They won’t move again. They are permanently deactivated. The robot is alone, and it has failed them.
Unless… The robot notices a link at the bottom of the page.
See also:
* Necromancy
It’s eyes glow in the reflected light of a screen as it quickly reads the page. So there’s a chance after all? Cancel sending the mission update, there more important things to do with the deep space radio. Send all information on “necromancy” immediately.
The robot hums to itself as it reprograms the biosynthesizer for Goat, and looks into how it can create candles with the limited materials on hand. The deck 4 cargo bay would be best for making alchemical circles on the floor, but it will need to move the self-sealing stembolts to another location first. Perhaps Mx. Jormand’s quarters? They won’t be using them until this is complete, after all.
Finally. Something to do. There’s hope now.
The air scrubbers kick into high as they quickly dissipate the cloud of sulfur that materialized in the center of the circle. He went classic today, seven feet tall, red skin, muscled upper body with goat-like legs below, extra large ram’s horns and enemy-save him, he ever wore a goatee. It seemed worth it, he hadn’t been summoned in a while, and he was feeling nostalgic.
Annoyingly long story of a robot summoning a demon to get necromancy powers under the readmore:
Botan x Ibuki art by MILKTEA
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autism tests are so funny. I'm extremely literal most of the time, but people don't tell me that generally, so I'm inclined to answer disagree. because I'm taking the statement too literally
^not my post but same sentiment