Every single thing in this passage is doing something to me but the simple 'help' destroys me completely. Aughhhh.
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Every single thing in this passage is doing something to me but the simple 'help' destroys me completely. Aughhhh.
My girlfriend upon me prompting her made a design for how she envisioned ART having never read The Murderbot Diaries and i liked it so i doodled the meeting.
It said, Do not attempt to hack my systems.
it was like trying to ignore someone large and breathing heavily while they watched your personal display surface over your shoulder. While leaning on you.
ART had already wiped the bot pilot's memory and deleted any security data. It was also chatting casually with transit ring authority with a forged feed signature from one of the dead humans.
Some sketches of my Artificial Condition human au
murderbot on motive
Text in photo: “no metal showing and no gun ports. This was not a SecUnit. I was looking at a sexbot. That is not the official designation, Art said.”
So from this we learn “sexbots” have few external signs they are constructs but behave differently enough that MB can clock them on sight. Also that “sexbots” is MB’s personal word for them.
Does it get uncanny valley vibes from them? Like they look too human but also like it just enough to be creepy? Or does it resent the lie of their appearance? Like they can look human and often do but it knows they aren’t? We know it doesn’t want to look more human because it doesn’t feel human and wants that to be clear to others.
I dunno as an ace person who too often wishes I could just not be visually perceived by others, often because my body as a ciswoman is so often sexualized, I get feelings about how MB talks about its fellow constructs and how it feels about socialization with humans and its peers.
Do you guys think about how, in Artificial Condition, the ComfortUnit from Tlacey didn't know that MB's data port was disconnected? How it still had to import the combat override module anyway, because they both had to, and it had no reason to believe that it wouldn't work? How everything could've gone to complete shit after that, no matter what it and MB had talked about? Yeah.
how people 'always' look according to Murderbot
got some fancy ass pastels and copics which ive never tried before wOW now i get the hype
Oh, shit. ART! I used ShuttleSecSys to grab the controls. We needed the course correction in seven point two seconds. The crew member, jolted out of her feed by the alarms, stared at the board in horror, then hit the emergency beacon. She couldn’t fly a shuttle. I can fly hoppers and other upper atmosphere aircraft, but I had never been given the education module for shuttles or other space-going vehicles. I nudged ShuttleSecSys, hoping for help, and it set off all the cabin alarms. Yeah, that didn’t help. Let me in, ART said, as cool and calm as if we were discussing what show to watch next. I had never given ART full access to my brain. I had let it alter my body, but not this. We had three seconds and counting. My clients, the other humans on the shuttle. I let it in. It was like the sensation humans describe in books as having their heads shoved underwater. Then it was gone and ART was in the shuttle, using my connection with ShuttleSecSys to leap into the void left by the erased bot. ART flowed into the controls, made the course correction and adjusted our speed, then picked up the landing beacon and guided the shuttle into approach on the main RaviHyral port.