TOPS TeleOPerator telepresence System (1988) by the Naval Ocean Systems Center (NOSC) Code 53, Sarcos Research Corporation, and the Center for Engineering Design at the University of Utah. The goal of this project was to create a highly dexterous tele-robotic system with the dexterity of humans. The end-effector could firmly grasp and operate conventional power tools.
"A dexterous 9-DOF force-reflective hand attached to a 7-DOF force-reflective arm was mounted on a 3-DOF torso. On top of the torso was a 3-DOF head equipped with a stereoscopic camera pair that provided a 70-degree field of view with full stereo overlap. The operator viewed the remote worksite in three dimensions through a high-resolution (1023-line) helmet-mounted display as shown in Figure 138b. The manipulator, arm, torso, and head were developed by Sarcos Research Corporation and the Center for Engineering Design at the University of Utah." – H.R. Everett, Pictorial History of the Code 717 Unmanned Systems Group: Air, Land, and Sea.
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CWs: Piss; wetting oneself;
A/N: Inspired by a fun conversation 🦴 and I had recently 😉
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Halfway home. The road testing your car's suspension as it always does. The hour commute to and from the office isn't ideal, you're certainly not paid well enough to justify it, but the upside is working the graveyard shift lets you do basically whatever you like between calls, and they're few and far between. Not much money, but more than enough downtime to sit on a video call with your internet friends in other timezones.
You win some, you lose some, apparently.
You’ve got a friend on a call in your car, piping them through your car’s audio system. They help make the commute go a little quicker, even if the signal’s a bit hit and miss.
“Crap, I shouldn't have drank so much” You're giggling as you speak, but you can feel it starting. A familiar pressure in your lower abdomen.
“Aww, poor thing. Is there a service station you can stop at?” They're putting on that voice again. The one they use when they're being silly.
You think for a moment, the next gas station is a couple of miles away, but there's a fair chance of traffic on the way there. Either that or driving through suburbia to home, and there's no guarantee that'll be clear either. The dawn light filtering through trees and fences reminding you, warning you. The world is waking up, and the roads starting to fill.
Speaking of filling. Strategising your way to a bathroom has only made your situation worse. You try to force your legs closed, which worked for a moment. Until you had to break.
Keeping one foot on the gas and the other on the clutch, while at the same time squeezing your thighs together. You’re not sure what's worse, the conscious effort to not let go or the road surface shaking you up like a beer can. A slight groan escapes you.
They heard “That bad, is it?” You can’t see their camera feed, but there was a grin in their voice “You know what you should do?”
“No. Not doing that.” Mind flashing back to your conversations with them, you knew what they were about to say.
“Piss yourself.”
“NO!” You shouted. Your voice resounded in the confines of your car. It didn’t help. Suppressing your own laugh was only putting more pressure on your bladder. So you felt it more. So it got harder and harder to ignore.
“You should, just imagine it.” Their voice got softer. Calmer. The very specific tones they put on when they want to fluster you
“You put that where it came from! I’m not gonna-”
A dog ran out into the road. You braked hard, slamming your feet onto the pedals. The seatbelt stopped you flying forwards as the car stopped, pressing in on your belly. You let out another whine. It was starting to hurt.
A beep of your horn and the dog was away, darting back between a pair of cars parked at the side of the road. You set off again, dodging potholes to try and smooth out the ride. You only succeeded in swapping jolting for swerving.
You had to go.
You had to go now.
Cramming your thighs together wasn’t working now. It only put on more pressure as you squirmed and wriggled in your seat, trying to get comfortable. Every press of the brake pedal, every gear change, they each threatened to make you spill.
“You know what you should do?” Crap. They’re still doing the voice “I know what you should do”
Face red, you don’t dignify them with an answer. Maybe if you don’t speak they’ll lose interest
“You should piss. You should piss yourself”
You squirmed a little more, face reddening
“Piss yourself, for me”
You hit a pothole. You were so focused on not letting go, you didn’t even see it until it was almost under your wheel. The car jolted. You yelped.
The floodgates opened
Red-faced, panting, your body released the pressure stored up inside you. A growing patch of hot wetness spread through your pants and onto your seat. You whined as you panted, a soft whimpering rolling out of you. Thighs still rubbing together, now slick with your urine as the scent filled the car.
The human had severe injuries to the point they could not move. Until the body could heal, or if the injuries were too severe, replaced, they had a special, AI-produced, neural net placed on their head, and an android body to move around and do things for them. -- Anon Guest
"I don't want no chips in my head, I don't want no copies made of me. If I'm dying, I'm dying. No implants. I knew what I was doing when I went in and I knew I was less likely to come out again. Actions have consequences. I'm honestly lucky I get to see you all again." Human Lerm could only speak. His ability to move had been disconnected by advanced science. Just a simple external bypass. Nothing invasive.
The B'Nari Medtech Speculum sighed as if ze was too used to hearing such objections. A B'Nari could technically live forever, but few non-B'Nari ever accepted the options they had to offer.
