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I have named my AirTag ART. When they finally delivered my lost luggage with tag inside, this notification popped up and I felt a sudden urge to doodle Murderbot cuddling ART drone

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“Get up and take a shower.”

“Can’t, it’s too hot to move.”

“Stinking little idiot.”

“Fuck off, ART.”

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If you see ART smirking, basically run

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Murderbot confiscated the skateboard from Mensah’s kids because it’s too dangerous, obviously.

Everyone say thank you to my boyfriend, this doodle it’s his idea. Although he did suggest that MB is riding one of ART’s drones

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“ART,” I said, watching the media file in our feed suspiciously. ART dumped it unceremoniously and without a comment. It was an ongoing, constantly moving pattern of some kind. It was pulsing and had a rhythm.

It felt familiar like something I have definitely seen or felt before. Maybe my memory file about it was corrupted or was wiped off several times and the only trace was in my organic part of the brain. Which is messy at best and definitely not reliable. “What am I looking at?”

ART was fidgeting - the lights in corridors blink - too fast for humans to notice but my drones alerted me immediately. A random recycler spitted out a t shirt with ART’s logo and then a drone quickly picked up and flew away clutching it close to its carapace. “ART,” I started again, my threat assessment slowly rising up. “What…”

“Stars create stellar sound waves which I can identify and hear,” it answered abruptly. I looked back at the file. “Some waves ripple around the entire circumference of the star, while others dart right through the star’s core. The bigger the star, the longer it takes sound waves to travel in its interior.”

Huh?

“Ok, so this is the visualisation of the sound waves the stars emit,” I said.

It was visually pleasing and I just stared at it before ART blurted out “Incorrect,” it hesitated 2,3 seconds. Wow, it was really nervous, I thought almost amused. “The pattern you are looking at is the sound waves your processors make when you are relaxed and watch media with me. I analysed it and compared to the input I had when we passed over the star cluster on our way to the University. Your sound waves are obviously smaller than the sounds stars produce but the pulsing ever moving pattern is the same.”

I stared at the wall and ART was staring at me. “You made… my portrait” I said slowly.

ART dropped a random input (temperature regulation in the lounge and I immediately caught it and stabilised the air cooling).

“No,” it answered in a small voice.

“No, of course not.”

The blue pulsing light of… of my processors swirled faster. So it was evolving in real time.

“Do you want to watch Sanctuary Moon?” ART asked and without waiting for my reply opened a random episode (214, that’s a good one, actually, nothing explodes for once).

“I always want to watch Sanctuary Moon with you,” I answered and plopped on the sofa. ART landed on my chest and wiggled itself in a comfortable position. I put my hand over it.

The pulsing star sound waves turned pink.

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A beach episode as requested.

“Your threat assessment is giving me anxiety.”

“Ratthi has almost drowned three times, Arada is dehydrated, my feet are full of sand and Iris is diving underwater exploring venomous sea creatures. No shit my threat assessment is shitting itself.”

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You know what time is it? Platform decay Eve. How I missed these two

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“ART, you giant softie.”

“Oh yeah? Should I stop then?”

“Ah…no.”

“Thought so.”