#dirtyfilter

[ofsnnshine]

people that are still active in this fandom are braver than any of us that left

[creatorofclay]

@dirtyfilter sent  ✉ for a starter

Despite the fact that Elijah was no longer in control of what the company did, he was still the primary share holder and owner of the company. He promised to keep his distance and let them run things they wanted, in exchange he still held the company in his hands. And he liked to see what androids they were creating without him. It intrigued him to see the directions they would go to assist the human race.

He took a certain special interest, especially, in the new projects. The children androids seemed to only be the beginning. The KL900 had been an interesting one, as a social worker android made the withstand more abuse and intense situations than normal androids. They seemed to be sturdy enough, determined enough. Naturally, the next logical step for them was the KN700, which they seemed to focus more on, as Elijah put it, troubled youths.

He was curious how the newer line differed from the previous, CyberLife was always about emphasizing something different about each model so that it made them unique. It made it easier for each one to specialize in one field as opposed to being good in multiples and stretching themselves thin.

So of course, Elijah approached the android, nodding to him, “ It is nice to make your acquaintance, I’m Elijah, ” he said, “ KN700, yes? Or, what is your given name? ”

[fcrensis]

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    ❝  What,  ❞   her voice lilted, quirked at the end with amusement,   ❝  suddenly you’re         interested in being a gentleman  ?  ❞

It seemed, to her, they’d already bypassed that point in their relationship  -—-  sprinted right by it and watched it pass from the mist kissed windows of her car. Only she didn’t really know where they’d sprinted   to.   Their relationship was out of order, a muddled display in a store window, a stack of t-shirts once neatly folded and now flung across the bench. And she was okay with that. She’d never not been okay with that. She just wondered, sometimes, even now, how much of that mess was a programmed response   ;   how much was a machine doing what she wanted it to do and how much was really real, if not all of it was, in some way.

But that was a backwards yes. And, well, Ian was perfectly capable of saying   no.   Certainly, saying no would’ve been the route of professionalism. Melissa wished she could stop overthinking every detail of her existence and just let things happen.

Resolutely, she decided that that was precisely what she was going to do.

A brief glance to her surroundings and she approached him, cupped his face fondly in both hands. She only felt him in one. He filled her with a gentle warmth, the same sort of deep, endless fondness that settled in her gut when she looked at him.

She loved him.

With every screaming fibre of her being she knew she loved him.

Her thumb traced his cheek, careful and smooth. Sometimes, until she got close enough to see how strikingly astounding he was, she forgot that he was not made of flesh.

    ❝  C’mon,  ❞   she said,   ❝  before I have to start dragging you into supply closets to get a         moment alone with you.  ❞

[sagamemes]

I'm just passing by, but I think your memes are incredibly creative and well made!!!

oh my god, thank you! you have no idea how much i needed a positive message on this blog right now. bless you.

[asteriismes-a]

dirtyfilter / sc. 

    led cycled a calming blue while the gardener worked. despite the people who constantly through the store, he seemed more focused on the flowers themselves. it was clear that he cared about them by the way he touched them gently... in reality, people simply believed that that was how he was programmed. “hello!” he greeted cheerfully, “how may I help you.”

[primeacumen]

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The android's voice was easily recognizable as one not belonging to his model. As an ex-CyberLife programmer it was easy for her to tell. They had to know every model from top to bottom. Vivian had taken the requirement far too seriously in her driven need for success. Still, the woman turned and shot a glare at him none the less. Mostly because the last thing she wanted or needed right now was to be cat-called by a robot of all things. "I did not. Next time it's better if you don't repeat such things." Green eyes glanced around for a moment before she moved in closer. "It's not polite and not wanted. Maybe if it was genuinely coming from you and not in such an ostentatious manner..." She trailed off and shook her head. "You need to learn to adapt to social situations better."

[iimposter]

continued from here with @dirtyfilter!

      “That’s okay! I’ll force them to like me.” It couldn’t be that hard, could it? Hunter knew how to charm people, how to flatter them and impress them and persuade them to come back again. After all, he used to be a Hollywood lackey, there to hoist up humongous egos and appease the mobs of rowdy fans and reporters. Surely those skills can’t be redundant now. 

     “So, about those top ten ways...?” 

[coinflippcd]

no shame 👌

X | accepting

with ian and connor I can’t decide who’d be top and who’d be bottom tbh