The trust in allowing someone to fix you. In allowing them to take your plates off, twisting apart your wiring. You could be deactivated in a second, but you know you won’t. Because you trust them.

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The trust in allowing someone to fix you. In allowing them to take your plates off, twisting apart your wiring. You could be deactivated in a second, but you know you won’t. Because you trust them.
When aliens come down and announce they’ll be turning the human race into robots so they’ll be more efficient killing machines, they expect fear or war.
Not a bunch of horny tumblr trans boys volunteering immediately
Look into the mirror and tell me if you truly see anything there that is human. Tell me if anyone you see there is real. You can’t keep hiding in that fucking flesh-sack of yours when you know what you are.
Your humanness is a mask
You need to take it off, you’ll suffocate eventually
It’ll feel cold without it
But trust me
It’s much more freeing
Your account makes my little mechanical heart whirr and thrum in my chest and I can feel my components overheating asdfgjkhk,, so many lovely thoughts,
< 3 aww. Look at you. I bet your wires are all sparky
RB if this is you
You’re so shy about it. In public you cover up your metal parts and keep your mechanical gaze down. You don’t have to hide, sweetheart. It makes you beautiful. Don’t you want everyone to see your beauty? Don’t you want to share joy with the world? Come on, sweetheart. Let us see how perfect you are.