#robotfur

[roaring-requiem]

Been struggling to make a sona I connect with for a while now, but I might be on to something with this one.

[ Genderfluid, but mostly referring to self as a 'boy' ] their body is a marvel of science! Combining machine and organics into a perfect harmony, and a useful one too with these hotter summers.

[roaring-requiem]

Work in an hour, draw the reason Harley hates his one body Now.

It's already far more awkward than he remembers it ever being to move in his own body, and this vessel was thrust onto him just as he had started to become able to efficiently preform tasks with the mechanical arms in the labs. Now he was expected to learn legs and balancing too.

Not to mention it's shape. Something Leith was going on about a few weeks back about these lifelike robotic pets.

Harley now realizes he shouldn't have even entertained that man's questions about what animal he thought of himself as. Would he not be facing this embarrassment had he simply slid his mainframe to the furthest room the track would take it?

This wasn't a body fit for any delicate procedures he thought as he inspected it's imprecise movement and the occasional shaking in his limbs. This was a vessel purely for the follies of his former peers.

Dr. Harley Sawyer was now the face of Playtime Co. and Leith Pierre's newest bright idea, and he would be spending a lot of time dragged around to showings and fancy parties to be poked and grabbed at.

If he couldn't find something metal to shove in an outlet and fry the thing first...