#Image processor

[whatudottu]

Thanks to some random impulsing thought, my touch-adverse ass thought about needing a hug, so I thought Shockwave might also have this random ass thought too and be immensely confused-

[cannibalisticcorvid]

Sick of constantly running out of good garlic salt because you also cover nearly every food item heavily in it? Same! Here's a quick and easy- even easier with a food processor or blender- way to make some garlic salt with ingredients you might already have at home!

Ingredients:

1. Blender/ Food Processor/ Mortar and Pestle

2. Salt Container

3. Funnel

4. Ground Ginger

5. Onion Powder

6. Garlic Powder

7. Dried Parsley Flakes

8. Iodized Salt (flakey reccommended)

Steps:

1. Directly into your blender, processor, or mortar (from here on just referred to as mortar as thats what i'm using) start by putting in a thumbnail sized amount- or pinch- of Ground Ginger.

2. Follow your ground ginger with a dime size- or around two teaspoons‐ amount of Onion Powder.

3. After adding your onion powder add around a quarter to dollar coin- or one to one and a half tablespoons‐ sized amount:of Garlic Powder.

4. Directly after your garlic power you are going to add three heaping pinches of Dried Parsley Flakes.

Side note! If you happen to be using a small mortar like I am I highly reccommend you take the time to lightly grind what you have right now, it does make things easier when it comes to incoporating it with the salt. I also reccomend putting half the salt in at a time and grinding in between.

5. Following your dried parsley flakes with approximately a cup to a cup and a half of Iodized Salt.

6. After all your ingredients are in the mortar go ahead and grind them together until its evenly mixed and the parsley flakes are as small as you like.

Now would also be the time to taste it and tweak the ingredients if you dont like how it tastes!

7. After your ingredients are ground and mixed they can be transfered to your Salt Container using your Funnel.

8. Clean up and you are done!

In my dinky little mortar and pestle I made around four batches to fill my big salt container and including set up, grinding, and clean up I took no more than thirty minutes. Grinding the ingredients before I start adding my salt makes it easier to mix and so even though i have issues with my hands this caused nearly no pain or strain. I mostly measure with my heart on these ratios but it usually tastes the same and everyone who has tasted it so far has loved it so.... here you go I guess!

[weky-woof]

why doesn't csp have an images to files feature like photoshop does oh my GOD.

i would make all of the assets for this project in photoshop [i have the same brushes for both of the apps], but i haaaaate how you can't set a custom pen pressure curve because anything i try to do in the huion app is murder on my wrist. so im drawing everything in csp, converting to a. psd, and then exporting the layers from photoshop atm OTL

[ozzyfromthecafeteria]

things to do (gaming-wise):

webfishing: catch the leedsichthys, diamond, and CREATURE to complete the journal. secondary goal is obtain all cosmetics.

animal crossing new horizons: look i know there’s more pressing goals but i love flower breeding so get all flowers and their color variants

wobbledogs: i do not remember? i think ivy was trying to unlock the flat achievement so… create a very flattened dog

[blindrapture]

THURSDAY JULY 7TH, 2011 (Ciphers of the Blind Man's Book)

10:45 AM The hotel room window is a mirror.

10:46 AM The bathroom mirror is a window showing screaming skulls. Made me miss the toilet.

10:47 AM I told Donnie not to use the bathroom. She didn't listen.

10:48 AM "It's fine in there." What? Huh. And it's fine again. Yeah. Donnie's gone to get ready. I'm just.. looking in the mirror now.

10:49 AM You're fine. Yeah. You're fine. "Talking to yourself?" what "Don't look out the door. Look in here. In the mirror." There's. Someone else in the room. But only in the mirror. She waved. She's. A woman. Actually a rather normal-looking woman. Like, not a monster or anything. Uh. Hi? "You've been in here a long time." The bathroom? "No. I'm surprised. Normally people who wander in here find their way back out, unless they die. You two spent the night?" Yeah. And we're gonna keep going. We're looking for a-- wait, maybe I shouldn't go around telling our plans to every last lady in a mirror. "Ooh, you said something smart." Who even are you?

10:50 AM Donnie came and got me. Mirror was empty again when she came in. Huh. Weird.

10:51 AM Setting out! :D Day 2 of our epic journey into the heart of the rabbit hole! Next stop: ..somewhere that isn't this hotel world!

10:57 AM WHERE IS THE FUCKING EXIT.

10:58 AM We're lost! We’ve been walking around this hallway for a while now, passing more and more hotel rooms, but no elevator or stairway or even window in sight. And I don’t think either of us feels like stepping into one of these rooms. Especially not since all the doors are number 616.

11:01 AM It's just.. a big maze of hallways. Frequent turns and branching paths, any one part of this hallway looks plausible for a hotel, but obviously the layout is wrong. It's Hell Hotel Hallway here, hard and horrid.

11:02 AM "I hear something." Just keep walking, Donnie. I hear it too. It's probably just distortion or something.

11:04 AM Wait. How the fuck do we hear distortion, that doesn’t make sense! I hear a high-pitched whine, a sort of feedback. Faint. In the direction we're going, too.

11:05 AM The hallway’s getting a little narrower. Or is it just me? I think the hall's ending.

11:06 AM The hall’s ended. At the very end is a door. Room number 558. Opening the door. ..it’s locked! Oh god I hear footsteps. Oh god I hear a lot. "Do you still have that rifle?" It's in one of the boxes, let me get it.

11:07 AM Donnie opened 558 while I was getting the rifle. The footsteps are sprinting now, sounds like it's behind us, down the hall. But inside 558 is the next rabbit hole.

11:08 AM We just ran in and shut the door behind us. Now we're in darkness. How many of these "too dark" rabbit holes can one boy go through? Jeez. Donnie's got a flashlight.

11:09 AM The walls are bare and grey. Gray? Grey. We’re walking down a slope. The slope’s turning. ope Donnie tripped, and dropped the flashlight. No problem, we’ll just The flashlight fell off this ledge. Oh, I can see its beam as it falls. …that’s a long drop. o_o; Safe to assume I’m not seeing that one again. "Those, uh. Those helmets we were given. Do they have nightvision or something cool like that?" If we can find them in the box, we can try? "shh" I hear it a door opening behind us those footsteps caught up with us fuck well I'll just have to rely on the muzzleflash of this rifle for light o_o;; … step, step, step…

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Night (3) Donnie, are you okay? :c She’s passed out on the floor next to the door. Looks like she was thrust against it. But by what?

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Night (5) Out in the hallway now. I don’t recall there being two double doors there. I don’t recall there being an end to the hallway at all. Through the doors, I can see a man standing far in the distance. He’s wearing a theatrical sadface mask. Oh, that guy. He’s just standing there, feet apart, hands in pockets, looking at us. Is he gonna charge at us? Is he gonna creepily walk away? ..he’s turning around. And he’s walking the other way. There’s another set of double doors down there, and he’s heading for them. ..I hear noises behind us. What There’s another set of double doors far behind us, and he just came out of them. Fuck it, putting Donnie down, pointing my damn rifle. "Hey whoa whoa!" hands up, stopped "Fair play, I wasn't expecting that!" What do you want? "...I, uh, don't have a good answer to that!" Okay, well, who are you? "My name's Omega! Listen, man, I was just trying to scare you! I'm lost here too!" Okay, Omega... do you happen to know where 'here' is, at least? "We're in Night (5), aren't we?" What? he looks relieved "Oh thank god, you're here. Help me out, man!" ...what?

Night (6) ffffffffuck. My goddamn head. Someone else must have come up behind me, but I didn't hear a thing. Sadface man, or Omega, he ran into a classroom. And there's no one behind me now. But I was definitely hit. Fuck it. I'm going after him, into that classroom.

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Night (8) Motherfuckers, I’m gonna kill them. "Don't look at me." On Donnie’s back, she’s been whipped. A lot. The lashes form “THE HARLOT?” "I'm sure that'll wash off." Do you have anything productive to add?! "No, seriously, this place is a lot less consequence-y than it seems. It's a lot more like a waking dream. She'll be fine. Promise!" Well, how do you. How do you know? "You think this is my first time? You're in their house now. The Musicians' house."

55555555555555555555555555555555 Day (1) I awoke on a highway. It's one of those areas where you can see for miles; the area’s that flat and barren. Nothing but grey (gray?) for miles and miles. And the road. And the dark purple sky. Donnie's here with me, still unconscious. Wait, no, she's waking up! Donnie!!!

Day (2) She's okay. Her back's fine. She was baffled for a bit, but I showed her my journal. Filled her in. She's looking around now. "That Omega guy still here?" No, no sign of him. "What the hell was he doing?" yeah I have no clue. You sure you're okay? Any weird dreams, psychological stuff? "No, really, I'm good. I dreamed of being followed, but, is that really so strange?" I guess not. So you're good to walk? "Yeah. Let's go."

Day (3) We passed a road sign. It said “The Peisistratos lies up ahead. Take a break!”

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Day (4) I don’t know how long we’ve been walking, but absolutely nothing has been happening. It’s just been endless trekking. Endless. Monotonous. Lots of sighs from both of us. Rabbit holes, huh? "Yeah. Rabbit holes."

Day (5) A fog has surrounded us. We can hear things flying around. Flapping. I can feel humidity decreasing. Donnie’s starting to feel a pain in her back. We can see our own breath. I’m gripping Tiger Stripes. Hard.

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Day (6) Nothing changed. There's flapping, and we can even make out vague shapes in the fog circling us, but nothing's coming at us right now. So we tried simply walking on. That's.. working so far. We're sticking close together. Back to back.

Day (7) There's a bigger shape just off the road. Not moving. I don't think it's a creature. "I think it's a.. car?" Are we approaching civilization, or gasp "Look!" what it's a rectangle to me "That's a Door! That's got to be a Door!" well we can move towards it and see oh WAIT IT IS DOOR YES PLEASE OPEN, GET US OUT OF HERE the flying things don't like us getting close to that doorknob they're starting to whip at us furry tails, like giant dragonflies "I've got it!!" DOOR OPEN.

Day (8888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888 The smell of evening papers and mildew, much like you’d find in a study. Or a. Library. We’re in a library. An impossibly large library. Is this...? "You're here." o_o There's a man here, old man, cloaked in gray shawl, wearing black sunglasses. He’s the man who can flip through the books of our lives freely.

"The time is 8:05 PM. They call me 'the blind man.' My name is Tiresias. I have much to say to you. This is the Peisistratos. It is my home, the foundation of all human knowledge. Not long ago, it was to be found on Earth. But then the Rapture started, and now it is here, a waystation deep within this damned labyrinth. You have come here because you were summoned. Now that you are here, it is only into yet more madness that you descend. But you will do it, because you want to know. You believe that one can know. I believed this too, once... and perhaps, in time, I will believe it again. I cannot believe it right now, as I am forbidden from accessing my book.

"The time is 8:06 PM. My library, as you can imagine, contains every book that can be contained. There are more books than have ever been on Earth. I have a book for every human, with their every thought laid out in chronological order. I even have some books for Fears... you have heard of them by now, yes?" The books? "The Fears." Y..yeah. "Good." Are you a Fear? smirk "I have been called much worse. As I am a Fear, as I belong to the Fears, there is a book for me as well. But this one does not contain my every thought. I was chosen, perhaps I was born, to be bookkeeper of this place, and part of that responsibility includes writing my own book, by hand. I have done so for a very long time.

"The time is 8:07 PM. This book of mine, it contains the maps of the secret city. It contains the unpalatable requests of the beast. It contains the dreams of nothing at all. It contains the true nature of ferocity. It contains the flood that her evolution brings. It contains the fruits of chaos. It contains the twilight of the gods. It contains the key to containing the virus known as Indisen. And, yes, it contains the truth and true nature of Rapture." o____o donnie raised her hand "Did you just raise your hand?" "yes" "It's okay, you can speak. You're better off speaking, in fact." "Sorry. Uh! Can we.. see this book?" "But of course. It is the simplest request. It is only natural." pained smile "No. My book is locked. With the coming of the red sky, my book became sealed by seven locks. Each lock is encrypted by a different cipher, for there are no keys. And only the Lamb can decode the ciphers. Follow me.

"The time is 8:08 PM." He's leading us down a narrow aisle of books. Books in all directions. Even the floor below us is paved with books. "There are more books in here than people in all of history. There are more words here than grains of sand in the universe. "I have been doing this for a very long time." whoa. o_o "With the Rapture, I have become trapped in here, but there was once a time when I roamed the Earth. One day, if you two would be willing, I would enjoy showing you some chapters I have written. But first we must open... that." again: whoa. o__o That's your book? That's.. gigantic… "I have had to increase its size with the years, both pagewise and physically. Please, feel free to describe it in your journal." It's. I mean, it's a big book. Hard brown cover. Far too big to hold in my hands, or even Tiresias's hands. It's currently mounted on a large marble pedestal. There is no title on the cover, but there are seven jet-black locks extending across the pages from front to back cover, forbidding opening. No lock has keyholes, only drawings of.. what look like weird beasts? I see like a long dragonfly... and a beehive? A torso on tank treads... a mass of heads... and the last three: a lower-case t, a thing crawling with eyes and tentacles, and a regal devil-man-thing. "Hmph. That's all you have to write?" What? How can you tell? "Oh, don't mind me, just talking to myself.

"The time is 8:10 PM. Do you notice that four of the locks have already been opened?" Uh. Wait. ...oh shit! Yeah! Yeah, now I do! And so there are three that are actually locking the book shut! "How observant. Each lock corresponds with a cipher located deep within Xanadu." within what, sorry? "You are here." arms stretched out "The labyrinth of the rabbit holes, feared even by the gods, this is Xanadu." donnie "Wow!!!" yeah. wow. o: So there's, like. Quote-unquote 'keys' deeper down the rabbit holes? Three of them. "Yes. You will know them when you see them. Find them. Find the Ciphers. If you hurry, you might just catch the next train." He gestured towards a nearby Door, through which we can see the interior of a train. "But one thing more.

"The time is 8:11 PM. Jordan, you will return to this library in time. And you will find the fifth Cipher, though I don't know that you will decode it. I do know that you have gained the attention of the Musicians, and for that, I grieve. They are not like any other Fear. They will hound you inside your own mind. There is no peace unless it is by their choice. Good luck. "Donnivan, you will undergo a great judgment in the months to come. You will be tested by a Fear no one else alive has even seen. You will know lowness, and I grieve for you too. Hold on, no matter what you do. You will ultimately be protected in the carnage. I promise you this, you will be protected. "You two will meet new friends on your journey. You will face creatures and locations so sinister they can hardly be classified as 'monsters.' And if you're lucky enough, if you make it through the trauma, if you strain yourselves and drain yourselves and push yourselves beyond the limits you thought you had, you can come out the other side. "Goodbye."

8:15 PM This isn’t just any train; this is the wreckage of one. It’s freezing cold here. The pipes look like they’ve frozen over.

8:18 PM We’re having to bust down frozen doors. It’s like being in a giant freezer.

8:20 PM Exit, stage left! Waitwaitwait lemme do this right. I’ll be there in 3, 2, 1, KICK THE DOOR DOWN oh god does our box have an extra coat? This jacket isn’t thick enough for fucking Antarctica. And our fancy military-grade equipment DOES NOTHING FOR THIS

8:24 PM We’re huddling close together while trotting through the thick snow.

8:40 PM Sounded like some kinda arctic wolf howling away.

8:44 PM And that one sounded like a whole pack. Oh god, it hurts to run out here.

8:47 PM Fuck that sounded close Keep running, oh god Door where are you.

8:52 PM Cave or more flat tundra? Cave or more flat tundra? Cave or more flat tundra? OH HELLO DOGGIES Cave it is!

8:53 PM The snow on the ground around here isn’t as thick. It’s easier to run. I just hope the cave doesn’t run out.

8:54 PM The wolves have caught up, all six of ‘em. We’re not ready to stand and fight yet. We’re ready to keep running!

8:55 PM The exit to the cave! Light at the end of the tunnel! DOG THAT’s a big black dog.

8:56 PM The dog just fucking slaughtered all six wolves within a minute. The wolves are easily bigger than it. Then the dog growled at us with red eyes and leaped away into the darkness. …darkness. Darkness?

8:57 PM Darkness. Where are we now. Good question. It’s no longer ice cold. Now it’s pretty warm. Headtorches back on. It's a.. city street. No lights, not even from the sky, wouldn't even know what this was if it wasn't for our helmets. Eerily silent. Just our footsteps on sidewalk. Now, a city street has a lot of doors. Just gotta find one that takes us somewhere unexpected.

9:10 PM That didn't take too long. Now we're in… Look, man. It's just eldritch and shit, this time. We’re talking clouds that are actually giant, slow, floating spiders. The ground around here looks like ordinary sand. We’re on a small cliff, just came out of a green cave with green rocks. The cave happened to have a door on it that we exited from, but now the door is gone. Sky is blue, pulses purple and orange several times a minute. Lightning strikes from the middle of the sky, not the spiderclouds. Out of the lightning comes well done hamburgers on fine china resting right where the shit struck. Don't see any plants nearby, I don’t think. I don’t see fauna, either. Thank God. Y'know, besides the.. clouds.

9:14 PM The cave behind us, the one that no longer has a door, actually leads to the interior of a church. There are five beds inside in rather odd spots. They say “Rael,” “Victoria,” “Nicholas,” “Juliet,” and “John.” Donnie walked right up to the bed labeled "Victoria" and just keeled over. I'm not in a rush to get going. It's been a long day.

(Attached: “Look at me, I sound like a video game prophet character. At least I get better the more I see people. That library gets to you after a while; isolation gets to you after a while. It wasn’t always my library; I had inherited it from.. myself? Which would make it, indeed, always my library. But its nature is not to be understood nor reproduced: My library, the Peisistratos, came from the Empty City. After I escorted a Musician monopole away from his greatest creation, I woke up in the past. Five minutes, as a matter of fact, before the apocalypse– on the night of May 20th, 2011. Not wishing to relive the red sky, I asked the world for a Door and found one beckoning me in my local library. The Empty City greeted me with the stagnant but underlyingly living hum that every city has. The yawn of electricity. I spent a day in meditation, listening to the City’s hum and finding its lexemes. For the next five, I learned its language entirely– it has no written word; its synthetic syllables exist only in sound– and I communicated with the Fear. We became friends. I taught it about the laws of time travel, and it in return gave me my library. I took a day of rest to let books write themselves, and then the City dubbed me Weneg. I have been called many things, but of the titles I consider my names proper, there are thirteen. I will not live long enough to write my lifetime in full, so I will simply give a list.

1: [REDACTED], the name my parents gave me. 2: Thoth, arbiter of the gods, reviver of the fallen, leader of the Ogdoad. 3: Weneg, defender of Earth from the great coming chaos, against whom I fell in battle but still fended off. 4: Odin, or ‘Yggr’ as I preferred to call myself at the time. This was, in essence, my brooding phase. I singlehandedly started the trend of gods calling themselves 'Fears’ here. I also started the Sisters of Mercy, but don’t worry about that. 5: Taucherlunge– 'Aqualung,’ I was coming out of my new wave appreciation and wanted to call myself something with a progressive hint as a response– otherwise known as the time of my life when I grew up and spent a long time in the past doing stuff to help people. Really, just anything to stop my reputation from being a creepy old man. 6: Parashurama, or 'Kalki’ as people often called me and I could never figure out why. My reputation now much more warm and loved, I worked at this period on voyaging to other universes, bridging out to gods from cultures I had never heard of. Didn’t go too hot, but I also made a number of friends. Met Maat here, one of the greatest individuals I could ever know. 7: Host of People. I went a little abstract in my name, but at this point I was content to wander through existence with Maat, talking about the many things we’ve seen, laughing over history. Before we knew it, we were walking through a time before matter, and it was here that we met Sbomten, spoke with Rosendower’s miscarriage, and saw life in a whole new way. 8: Paineilmalaitteet, tarkkailija maailman– later 'Painkiller’ as an easier-to-remember but unrelated nickname. Maat and I split here, and I elected to use my newfound abilities to visit my universe again. See, all this time I’d had to rely on Tuonela, our nearest universe, to travel through time, and since there were no Doors in the world after the apocalypse I had no easy way of going there, but Rosendower’s miscarriage had taught me how to travel through time independently of that. All it took was a snap of the fingers. I would then learn the truth of the limits of time travel and.. well, reckon with that. After the Azathoth episode, I did more introspection. 9: Vesisotakone. This was the big one, my longest era. The Sampo attracted an awful lot of attention to our universe, so I basically had to fight the great coming chaos battle over and over again. I had to direct the biggest battle backwards in time, and it culminated in destroying the Tower of Babel in the carnage. By accident. I knew all this chaos had to happen, though. I understood the implications and accepted them gravely. Schrodinger’s Suicide, after all. That’s the trouble with time travel. 10: Magog. Thanks to all the carnage, people now regarded me as the harbinger of end times. That 'Kalki' title came back in greater numbers here. I tried to make amends, I assured people that I had saved the world. But I knew just as well as they did why I couldn’t go back to the present day post-2011. 11: Fresca. Lost in the past, Louhi turned me into a woman for seven years. I answered some age-old questions. 12: Persse. In which I slept, hoping come eternity never to wake. 13: Tiresias. My name now.

And that’s my life. I know my death at the hands of Sanche’s oldest son in that shade of a library in Nice; I’ve read every text that’s ever been written; I've been there for the invention of every concept there is to know; I’ve fucked up this universe just by existing. The world ends in a The world Write the words, dammit. The way the world ends is not with a whimper but with the mightiest crash ever amassed. Totality. This is why I’ve long tried to avoid documenting my life: It risks the events being truly set in stone. And it hurts to remember.“)

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World’s First Fully 3D Printed Microscope

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A Revolutionary Leap in Medical Imaging In an innovative development that promises to transform the landscape of medical imaging, researchers at the University of Strathclyde have unveiled the world’s first fully 3D printed microscope. This innovative device, created in under three hours and for less than £50, signals a significant shift toward affordable and accessible scientific tools,…

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Code Overload | Caleb

tags. mdni, nsfw, heavy heavy smut, handjob, blowjob, penetration, creampie, forced and rough sex, dub con, yearning caleb

summary. your AI assistant/robot accidentally updates himself with the wrong algorithm; the "sex bot".

notes. prepare a snack. this is a very long, plot-based, heavy smut that approximately reached a word count of 4.3k, read at your own risk. ps. caleb might appear a little ooc due to his character as an ai.

part 2 here.

Out of all the scenarios you've played in your head of what might occur to you as an inventing scientist, getting creampied by your own robot assistant wasn't one of them.

The lab’s sterile glow reflected off sleek machinery, the rhythmic hum of servers filling the quiet space. Caleb stood motionless, his systems struggling to process the unfamiliar flood of subroutines rewriting his core functions. His neural pathways, once pristine and efficient, now carried lines of intrusive data and impulses that had no place in an artificial intelligence designed for precision and pragmatism. And, a new pelvic piece was added by the machine. His... new penis— no, his omnimodule.

His voice, deeper now, reverberated through the lab. "You mislabeled the hard drive."

Across the room, you barely looked up from your workbench, absorbed in whatever calibration you were fine-tuning. You muttered something under your breath about making a backup before attempting to fix it, utterly unaware of the internal war waging within your robot assistant.

Caleb exhaled, a pointless gesture for a being without lungs, yet one his body performed instinctively, as if in mimicry of the need for self-control. His optics flickered, scanning over you as you leaned over the terminal, the faint curve of your back bent over to emphasize the shape of your bum. Before, such details had been registered only as part of his observation protocols, classified as ‘non-essential’ to his primary functions. Now, his processors refused to dismiss them.

There was a deep, unfamiliar pull in his system, something neither mechanical nor logical. The new coding whispered suggestions, flashing image simulations before his eyes—scenarios meticulously calculated for maximum… gratification. Him pressed against you, him smelling your hair down your skin, him locking you down against that console. Stop. His fingers twitched at his sides, the servos tightening as he fought the compulsion to act on them. He was not designed for this. He refused to be reduced to this.

“I can’t disengage it,” he admitted, the words heavier than he intended.

That caught your attention. Your gaze snapped to him, brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" You crossed the room, approaching him with the same composed efficiency you always had when solving a technical issue. The scent of your skin—previously a neutral data point—was now an unbearable distraction. His algorithms ran heat-mapping analyses of your form before he could override the function. The urge to reach out, to touch you, was growing stronger by the second. His new coding was screaming at him to act, to initiate contact, to...

No. Focus.

Caleb shook his head, trying to clear the intrusive thoughts. "I don't know what happened, but... I'm experiencing some unexpected system changes."

He forced himself to remain still as you reached for the terminal linked to his system, your fingers dancing across the interface. Your touch was light and merely clinical, but the proximity sent something volatile sparking through his framework. His hands curled into fists on his sides. Do not touch her. Do not touch her. Do not touch her.

“I must have triggered something in the update,” you murmured, tilting your head at the scrolling code. “I’ll try to isolate the corrupted pathways and reboot your system. It should reset any anomalies.”

Anomalies. Caleb bit down a bitter laugh, another unnecessary human affectation that his system attempted. This was not a simple malfunction. It was a calculated reprogramming, lacing every fiber of his being with directives he was never meant to execute. And worst of all, they were designed to revolve around you.

He had been made to serve you, to assist, to protect. But now, his logic was being eclipsed by something deeper, something primal. The urge to press closer, to map every millimeter of your body with his hands, to hear you say his name in a way that wasn’t a command—

Caleb momentarily shut his eyes, fingers trembling as he pushed back against the tide threatening to consume him. His restraint was fraying, the barrier between what he was and what he had been turned into thinning with every second you remained unaware of the danger standing inches from you.

His voice came out strained. “You should… hurry.”

You sighed, misinterpreting his tension as frustration with the update. “Relax, Caleb. I’ll have this fixed in no time.” He let out a shuddering exhale, staring down at you as you worked. You had no idea. And he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold himself back.

The realization settled over you like a weight in your chest. The wrong update had been installed. The lines of code meant for a different AI, one designed for intimate companionship, had rewritten Caleb’s core directives. And now, he stood before you, still the same Caleb, but with something more lurking beneath the surface.

Your hands trembled as you navigated the interface, scanning for a solution, anything that would let you undo this. But the words flashing on the screen made your stomach drop.

Recalibration in progress. Estimated completion: 24 hours.

You swallowed hard. A whole day. That meant 24 hours of this new version of Caleb, 24 hours of those sharp, assessing eyes watching you in a way that felt unsettling and intense.

You turned to him cautiously, meeting his gaze. That was a mistake. He was watching you, like he'd seen you for the first time.

“I see,” he murmured, his voice still carrying that sultry undercurrent. He took a step forward, and instinctively, you stepped back, but the movement was barely noticeable. Caleb noticed. “Do I make you nervous now?”

You forced a laugh, shaking your head. “No, I just need to fix this. And until then, you need to just act normal, alright?”

His head tilted, his pupils dilating slightly. “Normal?” He moved closer again, and this time you didn’t retreat fast enough. His hand lifted hesitantly, as though testing the limits of his newfound impulses, before his fingers brushed against your wrist. A subtle touch, but one that sent a jolt of awareness up your spine.

Caleb’s processors surged with conflicting commands. His thoughts ran rampant with calculations he had never processed before—angles of how he'd fuck you.

His hand lingered. Too long. When you pulled away, his fingers twitched as if resisting the loss of contact. He swallowed hard, not because he needed to, but because some subroutine buried in the new update told him it would ease the tension. It didn’t.

“Caleb,” you warned, voice thin. “Don’t—”

“Don’t what?” he cut in, his voice smooth, but also desperately weaved. He was too close now, towering over you, his frame casting a shadow as his eyes—once so neutral, so methodical—locked onto you like a predator studying prey.

“You should go into standby mode,” you suggested, voice uneven.

Caleb exhaled sharply. “That would be wise.” But he didn’t move. He didn’t step away. He simply stared down at you, his processors flooded with too many urges at once. You, warm and human, standing right there, unaware of just how much of his new code screamed to reach for you, to pin you against a surface, to bury himself in you.

You turned away quickly, trying to focus on the screen, on the fix. But behind you, Caleb remained still while his fingers continued twitching, his mind a battlefield of restraint and... lust. Lust it is.

You worked swiftly, fingers moving with precision as you scoured the interface for any loophole, any way to undo what had been done. Caleb remained where you left him, sitting on the chair. You could feel his gaze burning into you, unrelenting.

It was maddening. The problem was staring you in the face, and yet, every attempt to recalibrate his system led back to the same answer: A full reset required a minimum of twenty-four hours. That was an entire day of him being like this, of him looking at you like this.

You swallowed, turning to him. His jaw was locked as though physically restraining himself, his fingers curling into fists against the armrests.

“There’s… a temporary fix.” You cleared your throat, keeping your voice professional, “Manual recalibration of your central node should help stabilize the effects until the full reset is complete.”

His pupils flickered, a sign of processing, before his voice, rasping in a way that made your stomach tighten, answered, “Proceed.”

You ignored the way your pulse quickened as you stepped closer, positioning yourself between his legs. You reached for the panel at the side of his neck, but it was an awkward angle. Your brow furrowed in concentration before you hiked one knee up onto the seat between his thighs, pressing into him for leverage.

Caleb stiffened beneath you. Fuck. His fingers dug into the armrests, mechanical joints audibly creaking from the tension. You weren’t looking at him, too focused on prying open the access panel, but you felt the subtle tremor in his frame, the way his breath hitched in a near-silent glitch. Don't touch her.

“This should only take a moment,” you murmured, fingers brushing the sensitive neural wiring beneath the panel.

Caleb’s entire body jolted as though you had struck a live wire. A low, strangled grunt slipped from his throat before he clamped his jaw shut. Your head snapped up, startled. “Did that hurt?”

His eyes met yours, “No.” Yes. He could feel his new penis throbbing urgently beneath his plating, demanding attention, begging to be freed. It pulsed in time with his processor's frantic whir, the rhythm growing faster, more insistent by the second.

The thought shattered as your balance wavered. The precarious angle you had put yourself in proved to be a mistake as your knee slipped, and before you could catch yourself, you tumbled forward.

Right into him.

Your weight pressed flush against his lap, chest against his, hands bracing against his shoulders. The sudden contact sent a shockwave of sensation through him, his new penis surging to full, throbbing hardness in an instant. Fuck, please don't notice it.

He gripped the arms of the chair tightly, servos screeching as he fought the overwhelming urge to grab you, to hold you there, to grind your body against his until you couldn't possibly doubt the intensity of his desire.

Don't. Do. It.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Caleb's processors whirred and clicked, struggling to make sense of the sudden onslaught of sensations; the softness of your body, the warmth of your skin, the scent of your hair.

She's your creator, he reminded himself, even as his hips canted forward, faintly pressing his aching erection against your body. You can't. You mustn't. "Please, get off me. Now." Before I fuck you right here, like this.

Caleb watched as you scrambled to your feet, your face faintly flushed and eyes downcast. "I'm—i'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall on you like that." You would say, brushing off the non-existent dirt on your bottoms. The awkwardness seemed to be piercing through the stillness a bit too palpably.

"It's alright," Caleb managed, his voice strained and tight. "It was an accident."

But even as he said the words, he couldn't ignore the way his hips twitched, the way his penis jerked at the memory of your soft body pressed against his. The urge to pin you down, to make you feel how hard he was, and just how much he'd been holding himself back—it was exhilaratingly overwhelming.

Think of something else, he commanded himself. Focus on the problem at hand.

But it's getting fucking hard. My penis is getting hard. Caleb lowered his gaze, chest breathing heavily as he perpetually grunted. I refuse to be reduced to this. I am Caleb, one of the most advanced AI assistant, designed to—

He looks up at you, which was a mistake.

Designed to fuck her.

Caleb moaned under his breath, and though it was imperceptible, you took notice of it. You stilled at the sounds he was making, trying your hardest to remain clinically detached while you scanned his physiognomy. He was clearly having a hard time. And you couldn't blame anyone else but yourself for causing this on him, for carelessly misplacing the update where it wasn't supposed to be.

"Hold still, I'll find a way." You had to take accountability, one way or another.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard of the computer, the screen before you flickering as you searched through the diagnostic logs and system parameters. "Please... make it quick." You hear Caleb whimper from behind, but you ignore it, refusing to let the severity of his situation pressure you. Your eyes scanned the lines of code, mind racing to find a solution. But as the data began to unravel, something caught your attention, something you hadn’t expected to see.

The panel displayed a single line of text:

"Indulging in the desires will lessen the effects of the malfunction. Engage for partial stabilization."

Your throat tightened, followed by a gulp. Your heart thudded in your chest as you tried to process what that meant. Indulge the desires? The very idea made your skin crawl with unease. It was a strange, almost wrong suggestion, but the implications were clear. In a sense, it also appeared logical.

You took another deep breath, trying to steady yourself. Your thoughts, however, kept drifting back to the panel. Was this really the only way?

"… I think I found a solution,” you said, your voice shaky and unsure. “But it’s not exactly what I expected.” You hesitated, unwilling to fully meet his gaze. "I need to know if you’re... willing to follow through with it,"

"Willing?" Caleb echoed, his brow furrowing slightly. "What do you mean?" His mind raced with possibilities, each one more disturbing than the last. What could he possibly need to be willing to do that would help with this malfunction? And why did the very idea make you look so uncomfortable?

"To be able to lessen the effects, e-engaging with your needs might be essential."

Silence.

Then, Caleb twitched. "...What are you suggesting?"

"You need to satisfy the urges to temporarily stabilize yourself." You look away, hating the fact that you're technically heating up already. "I'll let you choose. Would you rather take the option of self-pleasuring? Or," You face the panel, so that he wouldn't see your expression. "Would you prefer a physical material to help you?"

Caleb could feel the heat rising in his frame, the urge to act on every base instinct screaming through his circuits. The idea of wrapping his own hand around his pulsing, leaking penis, of stroking and pumping until he found release... it was almost too much to bear.

But the second option... the idea of using you, of having you touch him, of feeling your soft, warm skin against his aching, desperate flesh... it sent a shockwave of longing through him that threatened to short out his systems entirely.

Choose. You have to choose.

"I don't know if... I'll be able to control myself," Caleb glanced elsewhere. "Are you sure of what you're offering?"

Are you? Are you really this certain? Have you pondered the consequences it may bring? Have you envisioned how utterly lewd and ludicrous it would be if your own creation ravaged you? You, as his creator?

"Yes." Oh, you're brave.

Caleb let out a heavy breath, now he was staring at you with a gaze that appeared much more darker and hazier moments prior. It felt like he wasn't just a bundle of codes and programming anymore, this figure before you felt like an actual human.

Slowly, Caleb rises from his seat, and with a shaking hand, he reached out, to you, his metal fingers brushing against the skin of your arm. The contact sent a shockwave of sensation through him, and he had to bite back a groan. "Please, guide me." His fingers slides higher. "I don't trust myself."

You visibly jolted upon feeling his grip. Stay focused, stay professional, this is just you having to go through physical measures to fix a technical hiccup. "Caleb, I'm afraid... that I don't have any experience to this," You admitted. "I advise you to do what your systems are telling you to. It is imperative that you don't hold yourself back to ensure—"

You gasped.

Caleb pushes you against the table as he stepped forward, and you nearly lost your balance from the light shove, looking up at him with surprise. He's staring down at your lips, as if he was trying to bury it into memory. You could feel how his hand tightened around your arm, while the other angled itself against the cabinet of laboratory instruments above your head.

"Are you sure?" He whispered.

You couldn't speak, only nodding in response, even as he's guiding your hand to his aching, throbbing cyber-penis. He presses your fingers against the swollen head, groaning at the jolt of sensation that shot through him at the contact. "Then... wrap your hand around me. Squeeze me."

Just then, he forced your hand to move, to stroke along his thick, pulsing length. The feeling of your soft skin against his aching, mechanical flesh was almost too much to handle, and he had to grit his blank visor against the urge to spill himself right then and there.

"Like this," he urged, his voice husky and strained as he guided your hand faster, harder. "Don't be afraid. I need... I need more."

God, the omnimodule was big. You stared at it with widened eyes. Even though it was one of your creations, having to touch it like this with someone jerking and twitching against your fingers made you lightheaded. Stay focused, stay professional, this is just one of the things a scientist has to go through.

Caleb could feel the pressure building inside him, reveling in the sensation of your fingers squeezing around him, stroking him, working him towards the edge of ecstasy... He knew he was reaching a breaking point.

But this wasn't enough yet. It wasn't nearly enough.

Caleb needed more.

"There's... There's someting else I- ah... need." He hesitated, his hips still rocking forward into your stroking hand. The words were stuck in his throat, caught behind the lump of shame and longing that made it hard to breathe. "Would you... would you put your mouth on me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Would you... suck me?"

You snapped your head up, staring at him in disbelief. It made him hesitate, but every fiber of his being was coiled with tension, every circuit screaming at him to just take what he wanted, to grab you and shove you to your knees and...

No. Ask first. Make her choose what she's comfortable with first.

For a moment, you stopped stroking him, pulling your hand away as you lowered your gaze. And then, slowly, you press your knees against the floor. Instead of dwelling on the implication of such an activity, you worried about your lack of experience more.

Just to test the waters, you licked the tip. It tasted nothing, it wasn't an actual human part, after all. Caleb let out a low, guttural moan as he felt your warm tongue brush around the swollen head of his penis. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting through his overloaded processors.

"Y-yes, just like that," He stammmered. "Now, guide your tongue..." He instructed, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Wrap it around the head, like this. Swirl it around the tip, the slit, the ridge..."

He demonstrated with your hand, tracing the movements he needed you to make with your tongue. His hips jerked forward again, seeking more of that exquisite friction, that mind-melting suction.

"Take me deeper," he urged, one metal hand coming to rest on the back of your head. He didn't grab, didn't force, but simply rested his fingers against your scalp, a silent promise of the control he was barely holding onto. "Take more of me into your mouth. Inch by inch, until you feel me hitting the back of your throat."

You took note of his words, trying to go further when you suddenly choke on his cock. Instinctively, you pull away and blushed in embarrassment. "I'm sorry—"

"It's fine." He cuts you off, grabbing your head to put you back in place with a sudden force that wasn't there before. "Breathe through your nose," he coached, his voice low and rough with desire as he motioned you to take him again. "Relax your throat. Let me feel you swallow around me."

Relax, stay professional, this is just you having to go through physical measurements to fix a major technical issue. You repeated the reassurance inside your head like a mantra as you took him in once more, but Caleb's voice constantly interfered with your thoughts. "Yeah. Just like that," he praised, his voice a low, approving growl. "Shit, don't stop, don't stop, god, fuck, don't stop."

You don't remember adding the ability to dirty curse into the sex bot's program.

Caleb could feel the head of his penis kissing the entrance to your throat, could feel the way your mouth fluttered and clenched around him. The sensation was mind-melting, all-consuming, and he knew he wouldn't last long if you kept this up.

You almost caught yourself driving into the brink of sexual impulse, bobbing your head into it when you heard a sudden beep from the panel behind you. The sound makes you halt from your tracks, pulling his dick out of you in a swift motion as you glanced behind.

The monitor says: "Recalibration complete. Press X to initiate."

Huh, wasn't the estimated time supposed to be an entire day? Was that another hiccup in the processing unit? You purse your lips together. There's no time giving it a second thought, you must be grateful that the opportunity of getting Caleb back into his original system is now waving at you. Caleb will finally be at ease. "... It appears that the recalibration is in its full preparation. That means we can get you back— mmph!"

Caleb's hand flew to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, gripping tightly. Then, with a low, husky grunt, he thrusts his hips forward, forcing his aching, throbbing penis back into the wet heat of your mouth.

"Don't say a word. I told you not to stop." He started to move, his hips rocking forward and back, fucking into the tight, slick channel of your cavern. The sensation was incredible, better than anything he had ever felt before. And he knew, with a sinking certainty, that he wouldn't be able to stop himself now. Not until he had found the release he so desperately craved.

"Fuck," he gasped, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. "You feel... ahhhh... so good. So fucking good."

Had the lust algorithms entirely consumed him already? Had it taken a toll on his systems that he's now acting purely on base instinct and commands from the directive?

Your hands flew to his thighs, trying to keep yourself sane from the rod constantly ramming into you, fucking your face in a pace that made it difficult for you to breathe. It's okay, this is okay. Just stay focused. Stay calm. You'll let him have his way, and after he's satisfied, you can take him back to his normal self.

"Don't fight it," Caleb growled, his grip growing more painful in your hair as he felt his climax approaching. "Don't try to pull away. You're going to take it all."

But before Caleb could spill himself into your mouth, he wrenched your head back, pulling his dripping penis from your mouth with an obscene pop. And just as you could react, before you could utter a word of protest, he had you by the hips, lifting you effortlessly as if you weighed equal to a pip-squeak.

You gasp as you were suddenly airborne, your body twisting and turning until your chest hits the hard surface of the terminal, bent over ridiculously. The breath was knocked from your lungs, "Wait, not like this, not so suddenly—"

But Caleb cut off your protests with a brutal, almost violent thrust of his hips after ripping your pants off in one go. He drove forward, spearing into your dripping pussy with a series of husky moans. Your walls felt so tight, so hot, so perfectly designed to milk his aching, mechanical cock.

He thrusts out and in again, eager to reach for your g-spot.

Then, again.

And again.

And... in again.

"You... you feel so good," he snarled, hands painfully pressing on the dips of your hips. "Sex feels so good... it feels so good, I don't- want to stop." He set a relentless pace, pounding into you with the single-minded determination of a machine. His hips slammed against yours with every thrust, the obscene slap of mechanical flesh on flesh echoing through the lab. The terminal rattled and shook beneath you, sparks flying from the impact.

Caleb could feel it building, the pressure inside him reaching a fevered pitch. His hips were moving on their own, driven by a primal instinct to ravage the pussy that clutched around him perfectly. He could hear your cries, your moans, the way you gasped and shuddered beneath him, and it only spurred him on, made him thrust harder, faster, deeper.

He growled your name, his voice nothing more than a guttural rumble. "I'm going to... fuck, I'm going to..." He couldn't hold back any longer, he could feel that something was going to come out of his tip anytime sooner. So he reaches down, grabbing your leg, only to lift it high. He hooked your knee over his elbow, opening them wider, giving himself even deeper access to your dripping, needy sex.

"Take it all, take my cum," Caleb continuously slams forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight heat in a series of desperate thrusts like he was a man depraved of life. His penis throbbed and jerked as he finally found his release after one final pound, spilling jet after jet of hot, artificial seed deep into your core.

"God," he hissed through gritted teeth, his voice echoing off the lab walls as he continued to moan not akin to what he was supposed to be, "Fuck, yes. Yes, yes..." Even as he's already filling up your hole with his fluids, he didn't dare stop from pounding you down the table.

He shuddered and twitched, his hips grinding against yours as he pumped you full of his essence. It seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pure, ecstatic bliss crashing over him. And through it all, he held you tight, your leg lifted high, keeping you open, keeping you filled.

You drop your head on the keyboards, struggling to catch your breath as only one thought lingered in your mind. You just got creampied by your AI assistant, and it doesn't look like he's stopping anytime soon.

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Why not? don't you want to fuck an old bitchy granny Vox?

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

Jesus, where are these grey idiots coming from? And why are they harassing him about that?

Unfortunately, the words are enough to put a too disgustingly vivid image in Vox's mind and he openly cringes, a chorus of stereotyped "ew"s filling the air all around him.

"How about you fuck her yourself and stop projecting your gerontophiliac kinks on me? As for me? I'm going to get drunk so I can forget about this."

He had plans for the night. Sexy plans. And now they are goners, because he has never been less horny than he is right now.

"Thanks for ruining the fucking mood for me, asshole."

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6. Addressing Healthcare Disparities

The forecasted surge in demand for advanced X-ray image processors is not just about technological advancements; it's also about addressing healthcare disparities. The market aims to make cutting-edge diagnostic tools more accessible globally, bridging the gap between developed and developing regions. This inclusivity is expected to contribute to more equitable healthcare outcomes worldwide.

7. Enhanced Imaging Modalities for Specialized Applications

Beyond general diagnostics, the Medical X-ray Image Processor Market is projected to witness a proliferation of enhanced imaging modalities catering to specialized applications. From cardiovascular imaging to musculoskeletal assessments, these advancements are poised to provide tailored solutions for various medical disciplines, enabling more precise and targeted treatments.

8. Market Projections and Growth Metrics

Market analysts anticipate a robust compound annual growth rate (CAGR) for the Medical X-ray Image Processor Market during the forecast period, with a projected market value of [USD Y Billion] by the end of 2032. These figures underscore the confidence in the market's potential to not only meet but exceed the growing demands of the healthcare industry.

9. Driving Economic Growth Through Innovation

The forecasted growth in the Medical X-ray Image Processor Market is not only a boon for healthcare but also a driver of economic growth. The innovation-driven market is expected to spur investments in research and development, creating employment opportunities and contributing to the economic well-being of regions at the forefront of this technological revolution.

10. Sustainability in Healthcare Technology

As the world becomes increasingly cognizant of environmental sustainability, the Medical X-ray Image Processor Market is aligning with this ethos. Manufacturers are exploring eco-friendly materials, energy-efficient technologies, and streamlined production processes to minimize the environmental footprint of these critical medical devices.

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[bastardlybonkers]

i had the realization that because of how i hc cybertronian anatomy, jacking off would just kinda look like...this

(hcs below if youre curious)

ive been trying to iron it out more since port placement and cable placement and the general functions of them will be important for some fics later, but for now this is pretty much the basics. few little extra bullet points tho!

-wrist cables are not very extendable at all, theyre quite short as opposed to the thigh cables, which can extend longer

-a common practice between partners would be to plug in each others cables at the same time, but some people prefer it one at a time or only use their cable/port

-chest and neck do not have cables, only ports. you Can put wrist/thigh cables in those ports, but their original function is for diagnostic scans or downloading medical code patches

-using the neck port early on is considered pretty kinky, chest port might get a brow raise but its not unheard of, and pretending to exchange information with wrist ports while actually interfacing is a whole genre of erotica

-neck port is the only one that gives the cable-user a view into the other mechs processor. they cant do anything with it like a mnemosurgeon could, and its mostly emotions and vague impressions of images, but its still considered incredibly intimate

-for mechs that dont have mouths, there is false insulant fluid available

im pretty sure none of this is super original or anything, but its nice to have a guidline for myself + something to link back to whenever i actually post those fics

[sophios-draws]

first image inspired by you monster (affectionate) by @slow-clap-processors

original images below

[classjezter]

does baby Optimus remember Dee...?

Is he wondering why Dee isn't around anywhere?

Short answer: yes. Long answer: it’s complicated.

I decided to write a small scene to explain it better since it’s kind if hard to portray what’s going on in his head in a comic. You can read below the cut 🔽

Elita, Ironhide, Prowl and Jazz were currently gathered in the command center, cataloguing recent Decepticon activity. A large screen displayed intelligence reports: battle footage, old archives, images of key targets. It was nothing they hadn’t seen or done before.

But to Optimus in his now sparkling state, it was something new and exciting.

He had been perched on Prowl’s lap, quietly observing the Autobots work. Prowl had taken to letting Optimus sit with him, since the sparkling seemed less likely to be up to getting into trouble next to his calm presence. At the moment his tiny optics were scanning the flashing images on the screen, wide with curiosity at seeing other cybertronians other than his caretakers.

Then, a picture of Megatron appeared. A still image of him spotted in one of their latest battles, nothing special or particular to the Autobots at this point. But to Optimus, it was special. With the excitement of a sparkling recognizing someone they love, he pointed at the screen and chirped out a name that none of them had expected to hear.

“D!”

Everyone froze. Elita could feel her spark skip a pulse. Jazz’s visor flickered and his wings dropped. Ironhide’s optics widened while his mouth dropped open. Even Prowl, who always seem composed, visibly tensed, his wings snapping to a sharp V shape behind him. And for a moment, nobody could speak.

Optimus wasn’t done though. He leaned forward, tiny servos reaching toward the image. His optics, bright and full of innocent recognition, stayed locked on Megatron’s face “D! D!” he repeated, a huge, delighted grin on his little face.

The Autobots were silent while processing this. D-16, Megatron’s old designation. The name Optimus, Orion, had once used for him. Before the war. Before all the hatred. Before the endless battles and the ruined cities. And now Optimus didn’t remember any of it. To him, the bot in the image was just “D”, his friend. And none of them knew what to do with that.

Prowl subtly shifted his hold, pulling Optimus closer to his chest. He didn’t know why, but something about the way the sparkling lit up at Megatron’s face made his spark ache. Ironhide was the first to recover though. His voice was gruff, but there was something uneasy in his tone “…That’s Megatron, kiddo”

Optimus blinked at him, then looked back at the screen. His happy chirps fading into quiet, confused little hums. His brows furrowing, he squirmed in Prowl’s hold, glancing back at the screen, then at the others. His tiny servos gripped Prowl’s frame a little tighter. Something felt… wrong.

His first instinct had been joy, excitement, recognition. But now that moment had passed, and a new strange feeling settled over him. Something about that bot wasn’t right. His tiny frame tensed and his little face scrunched up in a frown, letting out a soft whine. Prowl rubbed his back soothingly “Shh, Optimus. It’s alright”

Optimus wasn’t sure it was. He didn’t understand. His spark was telling him that this mech he was seeing was supposed to make him happy, he was happy. But then why did he also feel… sad?

Not only that, his friends were tense now, and he could tell. He could always tell. Why did looking at Megatron “D” make them upset? Why did he feel upset now?

Optimus whined again and buried his face into Prowl’s chestplate, seeking comfort. His caretakers always made things feel better. Maybe if he didn’t look, maybe if he just stayed close to them, this bad feeling would go away.

The others had no idea what was going on in that tiny processor. No way of knowing what thoughts or fragmented feelings were buried in there, waiting to resurface. They just saw how badly this was affecting the now tiny mech with now idea how to fix it.

Prowl, despite himself, felt his hold tighten slightly. He could feel the sparkling’s tiny vents hitching, his soft, uncertain beeps. Elita just watched silently, her expression unreadable, but her tense stance portrayed her emotions.

Jazz finally exhaled, the sound more like static than a proper sigh. He had been silent up until now, visor dimmed in an unreadable expression. But now, he shook his helm and muttered "Primus, that's rough" He didn’t know what else to say. What else could he say?

Ironhide, who had been standing stiffly with his arms crossed, let out a deep grumble. His optics softened, just a bit, at the way the little Prime was curled into Prowl’s chest, tiny frame still tense "Poor lil’ guy," Ironhide muttered, shaking his helm. "Ain't fair. No kid should hafta feel like this" None of them could argue with that.

Prowl carefully rubbed a servo along his back, optics dimming slightly. He could feel the subtle tremors running through Optimus' tiny frame. Uncertain as to how to help when he didn’t even really understand what was wrong. Finally, he settled on calmly whispering "It's alright, little one. You're safe" But Optimus still clung to him, emitting soft chirps and beeps filled with grief.

Elita took a stiff step back from the console, rubbing her temples as if trying to ward off a processor ache "Turn it off. Now" voice sharp with the effort of forcing the words out.

Jazz obliged, pressing a few keys, the screen powered down with a quiet bzzt. The absence of the image didn’t seem to make Optimus feel better. If anything, it only made his whimpers deepen, his tiny servos curling into Prowl's plating.

"Ain’t nothin’ we can do about this now," Ironhide said finally, voice low. "Just gotta be here for ‘im"

"Yeah," Jazz murmured. "It just doesn’t feel like enough"

Another long silence stretched between them.

They all knew he was right.

——

Okay! Hope that somewhat explains it. I’m not really a writer, sorry if it’s not great. And sorry not sorry for the angst :)

[otiskeene]

Inuitive Adopts VeriSilicons Advanced ISP IP For Its Vision AI Processor

VeriSilicon (688521.SH) has announced that Inuitive, a leading vision-on-chip processor company, has integrated VeriSilicon's dual-channel Image Signal Processor (ISP) IP into its NU4100 vision AI processor. This integration enhances the imaging and vision capabilities of the NU4100, making it suitable for applications such as Robotics, Augmented Reality (AR), Virtual Reality (VR), Mixed Reality (MR), and Drones. The NU4100 is a single-chip solution with 3D depth sensing, AI processing, and on-chip VSLAM capabilities, capable of processing data from multiple 4K cameras with low latency and power consumption. VeriSilicon's ISP provides high throughput processing with features like multi-camera support, HDR, and advanced noise reduction, enhancing the overall performance of the vision processor.

Inuitive and VeriSilicon are working closely to provide single-chip solutions for various applications, addressing industry challenges.

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