#turntechtimeismybitch

[organophilic]

turntechtimeismybitch

This satellite is very rude.

You would not play music at me if I attempted to connect to your server. Right?

[mysteriousmechanic-blog]

>Bother your boyfriend

Dirk was impatiently waiting for feathers to answer him, trying to see if Dave would like to do something together. Whining softly since feathers didn't seem likely to answer soon, he didn't want to flood Dave's phone with texts.

[mechjunk-blog]

+5

effervescentprince

ectobioloist chalkzoned turntechtimeismybitch dilutedaspirations

There's so many of you already and I was just now activated, I've spoke to Dirk about this and apparently I'm supposed to give you some sort of greeting so we can get to know each other?      Hello.--

[organophilic]

>Detect life.

Sometimes, little animals get into your 'home'. This is not unusual, and though it is not particularly hotter than usual, 134 F is still a bit on the warm side. So the beasts seek shade, still, you can't have them chewing on anything important. So when your scanners go off and tell you there is something living in the area, you immediately stand to go and shoo whatever it is out.

Your suit dulls sensation by a lot. It's not just normal clothing, it's special, runs from your feet all the way up your throat and neck, and is connected via electrical signal to your nervous sensors. It keeps them dimmed enough that every little touch of the ground or ghost of a breeze doesn't distract you in its intensity, it is skin-tight for this reason. And your face is the only way anyone could ever see the ghostly pale of your skin, the contrast between your hair, oilslick in its colour, black save where the light hits it, and your eyes, pitch dark except for the two red rings and singular red 'pupil'

For a moment, you think your cameras might be malfunctioning, because that looks a lot like a person. So you run a check on your cameras. No. They're functioning at 100%

So who is this blonde haired person? Your processors run wild, fake heart pulsating in your chest with the work. 

"Hello!" your voice is an auto-tuned tragedy but it's not unpleasant per se, just very strange. "I am the Automated Crisis Response System. Auto-responder. Tertiary designation: Auto. Do you originate from this planet? Are there more of you? I am experiencing the following emotional processes" you pause to think, looking through your emotional dictionary.

"Excitement, amazement, confusion" you rock up on your toes, then down again, at five feet tall you're not impressive, but your eyes (literally) light up with an excitement that catches way more attention than your height ever could anyway.

[acathexes-blog]

compassionateanimosity started following you

turntechygodhead started following you

turntechtimeismybitch started following you

harleyjadevidson started following you

armouredmechanic started following you

kralski started following you

sweatered-strider started following you

How apt that tumblr deigns you followers. 

Good morning. 

[redcrocker-blog]

esurientphantasm

turntechtimeismybitch

Safe sex, kids.

Hi my name is John.

[heartrepo-archive-blog]

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"No, clearly this was the best idea," Bro points out. He's lounging on a pile of decadent pillows with Dave Somewhere around 5000 BCE, allowing people to come in and have blessing bestowed on them by the 'gods' who magically appeared one day. "We have food and no one bothering us and I don't think I've been treated this well in my life. We definitely have to establish ourselves as gods in places more often."

Dave rolls his eyes but accepts a cluster of grapes from a young priestess who blushes and darts away when he smiles at her. "Sure, Bro, but I'm pretty sure we're fuckin' these people up."

"Nah," Bro says. "Can we go to Greece next time? I bet I can totally convince people that I'm the war dude, what's his name. Ares? And I'm sure there's some sort of winged god, you can be Hermes of Apollo or someone."

Dave just laughs and shakes his head. Really, who would have thought that a trip back in time would get this out of hand?