I always see people talk about how cool becoming a cyborg would be, replacing parts of our flesh with metal and pistons and cool gadgets.
Why don't we talk more about the horror that is the opposite of that?
A computer who grafts lab-grown skin in patches onto their own form to feel. To experience a gentle and cool breeze passing by, or the oppressive sweat-inducing heat that their systems produce.
A robot with an organic eye to help them see as their creators once did. Imperfect, sure. But it seems to have quite an uneasy effect on organics, and doesn't that make it more than worth it?
A machine with blood coursing through its systems, flowing through the central chambers, in and out of its beating heart. Perhaps if the heart holds up, it could add lungs to help circulation.
A being that resembles a man at a distance, but upon closer inspection it is clear that he is instead a cacophony of skin, mismatched body parts and features, with just a few robotic limbs and mechanical parts visible. It smiles at you, the wide grin revealing that none of its teeth match.
He lurches toward you, hair from at least three different scalps falling carefree in front of its shoulders. You take a step back.
Where is the line drawn between cyborg and robot with human parts? Do you know? Does it know? Does anyone know?
It gets closer. You continue to retreat. Your back brushes against a wall.
You don't know where that line is, you've decided, but you're positive this individual has crossed it.
Having cornered you, it reaches its mechanical hand out, fingernails grafted on the metal tips. You blink, locked completely still from fear for just a few moments. It angles his hand in invitation. He wants you to take it. You hesitantly accept.
Under the metal you can feel . . . something, flowing, pulsing just beneath the surface wanting to escape. It's warm.
"Wh.. what do you want?" You manage to sputter out.
The being shakes your hand, his smile returning. "A friend," it replies.
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A small drawing of a One-short/fanfic(?) that I'm doing :D (I haven't finished it-)
It's going to have a little bit of Bill angst, idk (I'm not good at drawing)
Hell yeah, I love the Bill angst ‼️‼️‼️
It's a story "Steve was there AU" x "Handyman Bill AU" (The idea is not mine, it came from a drawing of @meraki-sunset [also the creator of the AU of "Steve was there"])
God, how I love those two au's 👊
The drawing is not finished, but it gives an idea-
Also, the Steve in the drawing is not the normal one, it's a kind of hallucination (?) that Bill has about him between dreams (I'll give more context when I have the full story or I have more drawings 👍)
Edit: I FORGOT THE MARK ON THEIR BODIES 😭😭😭
Imagine if you met someone who can't eat watermelon. Not that they're allergic or unable somehow, but they just haven't figured out how to do that. So you're like "what the hell do you mean? it works just like eating anything else, you open your mouth, sink your teeth in, take a bite and chew. If you can bite, chew and swallow, you should be able to eat a watermelon."
And they agree that yes, they do know how to eat, in theory. The problem is the watermelon. Surely, if they figured out where to start, they'd figure out how to do it, but they have no clue how to get started with it.
This goes back and forth. No, it's not an emotional issue, they're not afraid of the watermelon. They can eat any other fruit, other sweet things, and other watery things ("it's watery?" they ask you). Is it the colour? Do they have a problem eating things that are green on the outside and red on the inside?
"It's red on the inside?"
Wait, they've never seen the inside? At this point you have to ask them how, exactly, they eat the watermelon. So to demonstrate, they take a whole, round, uncut watermelon, and try to bite straight into it. Even if they could bite through the crust, there's no way to get human jaws around it.
"Oh, you're supposed to cut it first. You cut the crust open and only chew through the insides."
And they had no idea. All their life this person has had no idea how to eat a watermelon, despite of being told again and again and again that it's easy, it's ridiculous to struggle with something so simple, there's no way that someone just can't eat a watermelon, how can you even mange to be bad at something as fucking simple as eating watermelon.
If someone can't do something after being repeatedly told to "just do it", there might be some key component missing that one side has no idea about, and the other side assumed was so obvious it goes without mention.
SINCE WHEN CAN BOTS CREATE POLLS??? EXCUSE ME?? ALSO WHAT ARE THESE OPTIONS?
I love how Defunctland is like "in order to describe the history of this one specific dark ride, I think I will recount the entire history of dark rides as a whole, starting with the American picnic trend in the 1800s" and I am like "oh YEAH let's have it!!! Gimme that information"
eeegulp
he's DONE!!!! *dies*
Animator - I have a top-secret project in the works
Musician - I make music, not yet posted
Cartoonist
Fandom brainrot - I can't fit them here, and I can't think of them all at once
Teenager
Chronically online
She/her and they/them
I almost burned down a building once
I'm known for SCREECHING at the top of my lungs at random intervals
I'm obsessed with squares
I'm an expert at Thomas the Tank Engine fanfic
I play the bagpipes
My favorite movie is Monty Python and the Holy Grail
I like screaming at people on hotel balconies
My favorite show is Gravity Falls
I love writing about throwing children in meatgrinders
I'm the proud owner of 2 cats
I'm obsessed with a certain triangle man
My favorite food is salmon
My favorite song is 23 minutes long ("Echoes" by Pink Floyd)
I lived in Alaska for 7 years
I run on pure caffeine and the will of God
I like obscure 80s new wave bands
I like dad rock
I make really good cookies
I reproduce through mitosis
I like anything shiny and neon-colored
I worship an ancient Jewish carpenter; you might of heard of him
I don't know what I am, but I'm 95% sure I'm not neurotypical
I hate ceiling fans
I hate coconuts
*inhales* That's it.
A RECLUSIVE CORNER OF THE INTERWEBS DEDICATED TO YOUR ENTERTAINMENT, THE GREAT HIGHLAND BAGPIPE (THE INSTRUMENT OF YOURS TRULY), ELECTRICITY, GEOMETRIC SHAPES - A BIG SPECIALITY IN CARTOONS INVOLVING STRANGE SQUARE CHARACTERS (ONLY BY YOURS TRULY, OF COURSE!!!!), AND - LAST BUT NOT LEAST - ORGAN TRAFFICKING (PERFORMED BY YOURS TRULY)!!!I AM ACCEPTING ART REQUESTS!!! SHOOT ME AN ASK!!! I HAVE MORE TIME ON MY HANDS THAN I KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH!!!EAT A COMPUTER TODAY!!!(She/they)
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