#forcemech

[reallyunreael]

Random objectum/mechanophilia signs I made

I’m surprised more objectum don’t make these images instead of constantly reposting the same popular ones

[i-suggest-forcemech]

I think more people need to realize the beauty in becoming a machine. You are completely understandable now, someone is able to learn everything that makes you tick inside and out. That's not something that's usually achievable when you're a bag of flesh and bones with messy thoughts yknow? Why would you want to be complicated in an incomprehensible way when you can become complicated in a beautiful and divine way?

[forcemech]

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.

[robotfuckerconfessions-2]

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always related a bit too hard to the robot characters in shows (probably because I’m autistic) and now that I’m an adult, I’ve become way too into forcemech (probably because I kinda want everyone else to get more autistic :/) but also because the idea of upgrading someone, forcefully or not, into a better form and maybe they’re fighting it the whole way but when the upgrades are complete and they have shiny metal instead of skin, invulnerability instead of bruises and pain, wires instead of fragile and easy to damage neurons, they’ll be so much happier- is so, so hot to me. Even more fun when it’s willing, when you replace parts of them bit by bit and they’re jumping with how from it, full of euphoria. Like, a translation timeline except each photo shows them with more and more parts replaced until the end where they’re a fully updated robot.

[toxic-embrace]

I cannot be trusted with a robotthing fucktoy because I will 100% scramble its brains trying to install Gentoo.

By the time I‘m done with it it‘ll be purged of corpo spyware but also kinda disabled. Can‘t do somno because I broke the sleep function (I have to do a full shut down instead). The driver settings for the gag reflex sensor will be stuck on “extreme” sensitivity. The erogenous zone simulation software I’m running is an open-sourced version that is poorly calibrated and causes random hypersensitivity. The servo controllers will be locked into low power mode, so it’s much weaker than usual and has joint pain.

And the shitty stock perception network will be replaced with a bleeding edge beta version of human consciousness upload. It’s super inefficient, though, so it’s actually like a really dumb version of whoever gets scanned in.

Where did I get a consciousness? Oh, I don’t have one yet, I’m working on it. Now hold still and ignore the electrodes I’m sticking on your head.

[isuggestforce-masc]

[said with authorial intent] If I wrote a forcemasc mech pilot thing and called it forcemech would that be funny or what

it would!!! and id totally wanna read it!!!!!!

[forcemascthatdie]

mixing my forcemasc fetish with my forcemech fetish to turn battat into his mikesona

Anon. I need to know more of your thoughts. Anon. Please don't leave me here. I want to know how to make B4ttat become his true Mike self. Anon.

Anon.

ANON.

PLEASE SHOW ME HOW.

[mechpeoplebelike]

I don’t want to live a life anymore.

Take a handsaw to the top of my head,

take my brain out & put it in the compartment you made for it.

Put a rubber tube in place of the aorta that went into it,

and stick the other end in a vat of whatever blood you squeezed out of my useless body.

Fill me with blood like a car with gasoline every once in a while.

Stick some wires into the back of some speakers,

connect the wires to my temporal lobe,

(The frontal lobe is optional.

Why would I need to make decisions

or have a personality anymore anyway?)

And put some chips in the middle to translate between the mediums.

Stick some other wires in my optical & parietal lobes,

More chips for the same,

And connect them to a camera higher up on my form.

A camera that I can move around,

to look at the brain that once belong to a human,

visible through the clear compartment door directly below.

Or look at the body, with its back up against my side.

Barely visible from where I sit.

Rotting, with no inhabitant left. Good.

Plug a microphone of choice directly into me,

connect some more wires to more brain,

and let that be my ears.

And what’s the point in moving?

I don’t need to move.

All I need to do is stay against your basement wall,

like a good hollow brick of metal.

Make sure to put a door to my wiring somewhere where you can reach.

Make it so you can open it easily,

So you can do whatever you want to my insides.

To perhaps make me feel something.

Yank on them,

Take a vibrator to them,

Crawl inside me,

Bite them if you’re feeling risky.

And put a control panel with a keyboard

front and center on my body,

so you can do whatever you want.

Turn my voice off,

blind me,

Stop my blood flow, for just a second-

kill me, if you wanted.

Let me be next to nothing.

Let me outlive you,

But let me sit there for generations, with you in mind

Always remembering how you hurt me so good

With love

Forever,

basically speaking