#cyberhumanity

[imageticthings]

All is full of love (video) -  Björk

[deviiancies-blog]

Soft lips give a smooch to the LED? Yeah, they do.

Evelynn was soft, but only sometimes ; only on delicate evenings like this was he blessed enough to see it. Othertimes, she was decidedly not, but Connor liked her plenty regardless asto how tough her exterior happened to have formed on that particular day. Herlips, too, were soft, when upon the rolling blue of his temple they pressed. Heliked the way that it felt, and when slowly she withdrew he smiled at her.

There were no words he could say that would not somehow stain the moment –because that was what they wereexperiencing, a moment of some sort of significance though he struggled tothink to what – and so he said nothing. Instead, he reached for her, brusheddelicate fingertips across her cheek, curious touch wandering to brush a pieceof hair behind her ear.

He hoped that the silence would speak for itself. Hoped that the calm hefelt in her presence would be shared.

Hoped he could somehow offer her a shred of the way he felt when helingered in her space.

[imageticthings]

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 The Concept of Ava by Karl Simon - Ex Machina, 2015

[syntheticisolation]

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( x / x / x )

[deviatiions]

[ INBOX > @cyberhumanity​ ]

"Did you just talk about yourself in the third person?"

        “ Did I? “ Connor BLINKED a few times, running a quick self-scan to check his program for malfunctions. Things had been...increasingly off for the RK800. Little moments of...CONFLICTING orders. Vestiges of...wants? No, no. He was no Deviant. It was probably just some errant code. He would see to it to have it looked over when he next returned to Cyberlife. After he’d completed his MISSION.

        “ I apologize. I think my software experienced a brief error. “

[fcrensis]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

🌹 one of our muses gives the other flowers

   ❝  I got you flowers.  ❞

   Werethe first words to leave her mouth when Evelynn opened the door ; and there shestood, smiling, holding a beautiful bouquet cradled carefully against her one realarm. No matter how many months she’d had to get used to the bionic, crafted ofplastic and metal, still she feared that one touch would destroy anything delicate. And she was frightened of that, in a waythat she wished she did not have to be. So that hand did not dare touch them,but the restriction did not seem to dampen the curve of her lips.

    ❝  I thought you deserved ‘em,  ❞

   Andshe just got paid, and they were slightly discounted, and she really fucking deserved them.

    ❝  ‘Cause… y’know. You’ve done a lot for me lately, and Ireally appreciate that, and you, but I’m not so great with words so I got youthese. D’you like them?  ❞

   Finally, she took a breath. The flowers were lovely, delicate bluesand purples speckled with tiny whites, a tapestry of petals that made her thinkof the night sky. Melissa knew Evelynn, knew her in the sort of way that made everynight sky look like the memory of her, made stars feel like home. And she wasn’tcertain precisely where she would be ifnot for her friendship, a most precious thing.

   She owed her far morethan flowers, but she hoped it was a start.