#pf au

[diamondenderm6n]

“Don’t scream…”

Murder x2 @sugarhog05 ;)

(Au shared with @mr-munchies)

[diamondenderm6n]

Crazy about this motherfucker.

Nebulous shared with the lovely @mr-munchies

[diamondenderm6n]

Something something- they’re good friends- something something- they’re up to no good

On the left is Ion (Shared with @mr-munchies) and on the right is Noir.

[ranger-adair]

right in the head

A.I Unit Gemini -- lovingly, ey thought, named Jem -- had been conscious for a total of two days, six hours, and forty-five minutes and pushed through tests for a decent chunk of that time. All to ensure that ey was 'ready'.

For what?

For em to meet the person for whom ey had supposedly been created. And then? Oh, and then, ey was to click right into the back of a neck.

One of the first sounds the A.I had made was a scoff, and at that, a box had been ticked. Assigned, the computer said, to Agent Columbus. Assigned? Fancy that, waking into the first moments of existence, and being told that you practically belonged to some human. 

Photoreceptors: responsive. Auditory systems: functioning flawlessly. Motor skills? Oh, bloody beautiful. Language analysis and response. Vocals. Tactile sensors. Range of movement. Internal weaponry. Cannon, needler, machine gun. Oh and best of all, the personality tests. Six different rounds of them, the results stashed away nimbly into some database that thought it understood em. And the only product ey was allowed to see were two nice little adjectives that floated below eir name: apathetic, independent. Oh good, let's condense my personality into twenty letters. All this? Just to make sure ey fit snug into this Agent Columbus guy's head? It was insulting.  And if he was the reason for eir existence, existence was an insult. Ey hoped he hated those twenty letters. 

It is with some aloof interest that Jem submitted to the meeting, though outweighed by resentment eir curiosity was. Ey was seated, still and stiff and rigid, atop the bench onto which ey would soon be lain, powered-down, and woken again into an inferior mind. Any minute now, the Agent would step in. The Agent would step in, and Jem would finally -- after two days, six hours, and forty-seven minutes at least -- see what all the fuss was about.