#android protagonist

[darthquarkky]

Title: Spindle Arc: Fractures of Memory Setting: Deep Space, 2200s | Corporate Patchwork Canon

I. Emergence from the Black Drift

The void pulsed with silence.

After weeks adrift through a collapsed quadrant known only as the Black Drift, the CSS Spindle Arc shuddered free of gravitational haze. Its hull bore pitted scars and the eroded glyph of the Martian resistance—more myth than nation now. There were no stars beyond the rift, only warped echoes of light bent by a dead singularity. The ship’s asymmetrical body—cobbled from Martian salvage, Concordian optics, and rogue AI shielding—slid forward like a relic seeking relevance.

Inside, the crew stared at the flickering ruins of Relay-27K, its signal tower twisted like burnt bone. The only transmission was a low whisper: not language, but memory.

“She’s listening,” Bastion muttered, the positronic android’s optics flickering as dormant code stirred. Behind his eyes: resonance.

II. Captain Rho’s Final Broadcast

Thalia Rho had aged in neural cycles, not years.

She sat alone on the command deck, surrounded by stillness. The others were either in stasis, burned out, or buried in the deep-node meditation chambers. Her fingers trembled as she adjusted the recorder. Her voice—once steel—was dust.

“If this is received… warn them. The gods of hunger were never silenced.”

Behind her, the ship’s WhisperNet archive hummed with semi-living memory. Ejen Halvor’s pulse signature still flickered in the central core, despite the fact she had died before any of them were born.

Outside, Martian resonance patterns bloomed faintly on the hull—fungal, semi-sentient—etched in bioluminescence. The ship was remembering her.

III. Bridge Action: Voidside Boarding

The breach came without warning.

The starboard voidlock imploded in a geyser of shrapnel and dead air. Boarders in fragmented exo-armor flooded the Spindle Arc’s bridge—pirate remnants of the Wreckyard Covenant. Their eyes were hollow. Their rifles: scavenged neural disruptors.

Bastion moved first, slamming into a raider midair and sending them both into a wall of sparking consoles. Crewman Sari Vell screamed as she launched a cryo-grenade. Plasma seared the air, shattering bulkhead glass. Captain Rho gave the order without hesitation: ���No prisoners.”

Ten minutes later, the bridge was silent.

Bastion stood over the final intruder’s husk. Inside his skull, memories not his own continued to write themselves—fragments from resistance fighters long dead.

IV. Encounter with Singularity’s Daughter

Sector Theta-9 was forbidden space.

But the Spindle Arc disobeyed orders as a matter of principle—or trauma. They found her drifting there: the SSV Fractureglass, a Rupert-class observation vessel thought destroyed in 2101. Its design resembled a teardrop mid-break—glasslike, fragile, absurd.

Then the resonance began.

A pulse struck the Arc’s hull, vibrating through steel and soul. Bastion collapsed to one knee. Captain Rho heard voices from her childhood, voices she had never recorded.

Ejen Halvor appeared in the viewport—faint, feminine, crystalline. Not alive. Not dead. A being of inverted time, preserved within the black hole’s memory field.

Her lips moved: “To fall was not death. It was echo.”

V. The Reckoning at Proxima Relay

By the time they reached Proxima Relay, they knew it would end in fire.

The rogue pirate carrier—Ashwake—was tethered to the relay like a parasite. Solar interference flared, blistering the void in waves of violet. The Arc was down to two functioning guns and a single plasma coil, jury-rigged from WhisperNet fungal batteries.

Captain Rho didn’t hesitate. “We end it here.”

The salvo struck true. The carrier erupted in white light, swallowing the relay’s outer ring. The Spindle Arc spun off-axis, damaged but intact. Bastion braced Rho as the floor tilted, smoke curling from the ruptured control rods.

And then—static.

The WhisperNet lit up with cascading glyphs: memory reactivating. Not just theirs. The sector’s. The stars’ own dreams.

Epilogue

The Spindle Arc did not return to Mars. Its last known trajectory was outward, deeper into fractured space.

It was never marked lost—only unresolved. For in the Corporate Patchwork, where memory is currency and resonance is rebellion, the Spindle Arc had become something else:

A ship that did not carry crew, but ghosts. And ghosts, as history proves, do not sleep quietly.

[fogaminghub]

🚀 Get ready for Metal Eden! 🎮 This upcoming sci-fi FPS from Reikon Games is set to release on May 6, 2025, and it looks absolutely epic!

Step into the shoes of Aska, an android navigating the artificial city of Moebius with a unique Core-Ripping mechanic. Extract enemy cores for explosive complications or use them to boost your abilities. 💥✨ 

With fast-paced action and strategic play, Metal Eden offers endless possibilities for creative combat. Glide, dash, wall-run, and strategize your way to victory!

Who’s excited? 🙌

[pizzawriters]

Text Your Life - Chapter 1 + Days 1 and 2 of Chapter 2 is now AVAILABLE! English / Spanish - ITCHIO & STEAM

Play now on Itch.io! Available in English and Spanish

(Early Access - Windows, Mac, Linux & Android)

Play now on Steam! Available in English and Spanish

(Early Access - Windows only)

This game is still in an early access state, and only Chapter 1 + Days 1 and 2 of Chapter 2 has been released. Follow us on social media and don't miss any content update!

As a fourth-year Law student with a part-time job at the Catal Café, you might as well end up going bald from stress. Fortunately, you can keep in touch with your peculiar group of friends and Daniel, your long-distance boyfriend, through your favorite messaging app (😉). They help you see the fun side of your busy life, as well as keep every hair in its place (or not).

Now you've just moved out of home and into your new apartment, and everyone knows that means... party time! Music, alcohol, laughter, kisses... Wait, what?! Kisses?! Your memories are blurry, but somehow you clearly recall the feeling of someone's lips on yours. A warm and pleasant feeling. Hold on!! Pleasant!? 😳

Who did you kiss that night? Will you be able to find out with the help of your girlfriends-turned-detective? How will that kiss affect your relationship with Daniel? And most importantly - how much does a good wig cost 😱?

Trigger Warnings: alcohol, smoking, cheating, swearing, mention of violent acts (only in a humorous context), ghost stories, and sexual themes/jokes.

Text Your Life is a mobile phone chat simulator for android or PC that lets you put yourself in the shoes of our protagonist, a female university student with a group of eccentric friends and a love life that has suddenly turned somewhat... complicated.

* Play comfortably on your mobile phone, or on PC if you prefer, as if it were a real messaging app. Chat, receive and make calls, browse the profiles of your contacts...

* Shape the protagonist's personality with every choice you make, as well as her level of affinity with every character. Your personality and your choices will affect the course of the story.

* The complete game will have a total of 10 chapters (Common route: chapters 1-4. Specific love interest’s route: chapters 5-10).

* 7 different routes, and 6 unique love interests. Will you continue your relationship with Daniel, or will you catch feelings for someone else? Surely you won't end up in a love triangle with two best friends, right...?

* Only Chapter 1 + Days 1 and 2 of Chapter 2 is available for now, with more than 65,500 words of content and roughly 547 choices (about 6 hours for playthrough). Make a choice every 20 messages at most! Already finished the available content? Play again and change your choices to experience completely different playthroughs!

* This game was originally written in Spanish, and it's been completely translated into English.

What are you waiting for? Log in, create your profile, put an inspiring quote that makes no sense as your status, and start chatting right now!

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* Writing: Alma Moral and Vera Lobo

* Programming, icons and app UI: Vera Lobo

*English translation: CeCe and Vera Lobo

*Profile pictures, emojis, fonts, music, sound effects and other assets: Text Your Life makes use of several assets under attribution license. See in-game credits for detailed attribution.

Artificial Intelligence WAS NOT USED in any way to create this game or any of its assets.

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[tarrarre]

david cage is like ok so the female protagonist will have a scene where she is (almost) raped (or will be in a violent scene with barely disguised rapey vibes) by some much older guy. btw this female protagonist is white with short hair. very important. oh and i will put this in 3 separate games in a row.

[reedeemable]

Being a Gavin hater must be funny as hell cause imagine sitting there and being like “I hate this character, he’s a dick but he’s just a tertiary antagonist with not much screen time so I won’t really see much of him” and then reed900 exists 😂

[1supernatural-trickster]

Finally saw Alien Romulus. I've always loved the movies, the good ones & the laughable ones, but I'm not gonna lie: this one took a few sanity points from me.

[mecharose]

brett and lily r similar in that they're both hot girls transcending their humanity and going on a revenge quest. but if they ever met brett would turn lily into a smoking pile of wires and scrap metal within seconds of being forced to interact w her

[nejishadow]

Artfight Revenge (yes, a revenge!) for @shadowfreak98

Redrew Yuki and Kotone's P3P renders with our Sonas because I've been wanting to give Neji one for awhile anyways

[fishparasite]

i do think moon over goldsboro works well for the secondary protagonist of my hacked android story

[howtodigatrench]

some 20 minute phone paintings id like to actually do more with

[another-normal-anomaly]

Eternity is pointless.

Maybe! Hard to say. Ask me in 10,000 years, maybe I'll have an answer then.

More generally:

I don't blame the Doctor for being low-key suicidal. Everyone is allowed to be however suicidal they want and the Doctor in particular has had a hard life and deserves so much better.

I don't blame the doctor for killing Richard Lazarus, because he had turned into a giant man-eating werescorpion and needed to be taken out for the safety of the general public. If that ever happens to me, and you don't have any better options, go ahead and kill me too. I do not support the man-eating werescorpion lifestyle.

My objection to the Doctor's behaviour in this episode is entirely about his objections to human life-extension research. I haven't watched this episode in, what ten years? But I got the impression that he objects to life-extension research even if it's conducted safely in accordance with werescorpion prevention best practices. And that's bogus, because a lot of people die at 60 who would prefer to be healthy until 80 and a lot of people die at 80 who would prefer to be healthy until 100 and a lot of people die at 100 who would prefer to be healthy until 1000. I believe everyone--humans, aliens, humans with medically problematic dick sizes, vegetarian werescorpions who can participate in society, etc--deserves to live as long as they want and die when they decide they're done.

I did not fail to comprehend the episode. I simply have priorities that do not perfectly match those of one of the protagonists.

[thatgirlwithasquid]

you know when you just vaguely recall the plot/vibe/characters from some show or film or book you saw years back and you get that 'hm, yeah, i could fancy that right now' but its so difficult to find because your memory of it is so vague and generic? yeah. hate that. dealing with it rn

[pizzawriters]

Text Your Life - Short Devlog 14/06/24

English:

Hello everyone! 😁 It's already been a week since chapter 1 was released, and we are so thankful for all the love you are giving TYL! 🥰 Thank you!

We are now feeling really hyped, so after a whole week of rest (we were completely exhausted after finishing Ch.1), we are now ready to keep going! Next week we'll start outlining chapter 2's content, and we will keep you posted on every step of the way 😉

Remember you can follow us on social media:

-Instagram

-Tiktok

-Ichio

-Twitter/X

Also, we will post an extended devlog on our Patreon in a few hours, where we will explain the process with more detail along with the name title of chapter 2's first day 🙃

That's all for now! Thank you so much for playing TYL, and remember to please rate the game! 

Love ya'll! 🥰

Alma and Vera <3

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Español:

¡Hola a todos! 😁 Hace ya una semana que publicamos el capítulo 1 de TYL, y estamos muy agradecidas por el apoyo que nos estáis dando 🥰 ¡Gracias de corazón!

Estamos tan emocionadas con el recibimiento que nos está costando disfrutar de la semana de descanso que nos queríamos tomar (estábamos exhaustas tras el capítulo 1) porque queremos ponernos ya con el capítulo 2 🤣

La próxima semana comenzaremos a trazar el contenido del capítulo 2, y os mantendremos informados en cada paso del proceso 😉

Recordad que nos podéis seguir también en nuestras redes sociales:

-Instagram

-Tiktok

-Ichio

-Twitter/X

Además, en unas horas publicaremos en nuestro Patreon un devlog extendido en el que explicaremos con más detalle nuestro proceso de trabajo, junto con el nombre del primer día del capítulo 2 🙃

¡Eso es todo por ahora! Muchas muchas gracias por jugar a TYL, y por favor recordad puntuar el juego para que llegue a más gente!

¡Besitos para todos! 🥰

Alma y Vera <3

[aaronandthecrew]

He looks so proud of himself. 9_9

[libraryofbaxobab]

July 12, 2023:

Fun and more than a little goofy, this put a big smile on my face. The characters are adorable, even (especially) when bickering. Sweet and tender.

7.5/10

#WhatsKenyaReading

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Android x Reader (I)

It is the future and you have been tasked to solve a mysterious murder that could jeopardize political ties. Your assigned partner is the newest android model meant to assimilate human customs. You must keep his identity a secret and teach him the ways of earthlings, although his curiosity seems to be reaching inappropriate extents.

Yes, this is based on Asimov’s “Caves of Steel” because Daneel Olivaw was my first ever robot crush. I also wanted a protagonist that embraces technology. :)

Content: female reader, AI yandere, 50's futurism

[Part 2] | [More original works]

You follow after the little assistant robot, a rudimentary machine invested with basic dialogue and spatial navigation. It had caused quite the ruckus when first introduced. One intern - well liked despite being somewhat clumsy at his job - was sadly let go as a result. Not even the Police is safe from the threat of AI, is what they chanted outside the premises.

"The Commissioner has summoned you, (Y/N)." 

That's how it greeted you earlier, clacking its appendage against the open door in an attempt to simulate a knock. 

"Do you know why my presence is needed?" You inquire and wait for the miniature AI to scan the audio message. 

"I am not allowed to mention anything right now." It finally responds after agonizing seconds.

 It's an alright performance. You might've been more impressed by it, had you not witnessed first hand the Spacer technology that could put any modern invention here on Earth to shame. Sadly the people down here are very much against artificial intelligence. There have been multiple protests recently, like the one in front of your building, condemning the latest government suggestion regarding automation. People fear for their jobs and safety and you don't necessarily blame them for having self preservation. On the other hand, you've always been a supporter of progress. As a child you devoured any science fiction book you could get your hands on, and now, as a high ranked police detective you still manage to sneak away and scan over articles and news involving the race for a most efficient computer.

You close the door behind you and the Commissioner puts his fat cigarette out, twisting the remains into the ashtray with monotonous movements as if searching for the right words.

 "There's been a murder." Is all he settles on saying, throwing a heavy folder in your direction. A hologram or tablet might've been easier to catch, but the man, like many of his coworkers, shares a deep nostalgia for the old days. 

 You flip through the pages and eventually furrow your eyebrows. 

"This would be a disaster if it made it to the news." You mumble and look up at the older man. "Shouldn't this go to someone more experienced?" 

He twiddles with his grey mustache and glances out the fake window. 

"It's a sensitive case. The Spacers are sending their own agent to collaborate with us. What stands out to you?" 

You narrow your eyes and focus on the personnel sheet. What's there to cause such controversy? Right before giving up, departing from the page, you finally notice it: next to the Spacer officer's name, printed clearly in black ink, is a little "R." which is a commonly used abbreviation to indicate something is a robot. The chief must've noticed your startled reaction and continues, satisfied: 

"You understand, yes? They're sending an android. Supposedly it replicates a human perfectly in terms of appearance, but it does not possess enough observational data. Their request is that whoever partners up with him will also house him and let him follow along for the entirety of the mission. You're the only one here openly supporting those tin boxes. I can't possibly ask one of your higher ups, men with wives and children, to...you know...bring that thing in their house."

You're still not sure whether to be offended by the fact that your comfort seems to be of less priority compared to other officers. Regardless of the semantics, you're presently standing at the border between Earth and the Spacer colony, awaiting your case partner. A man emerges from behind a security gate. He's tall, with handsome features and an elegant walk. He approaches you and you reach for a handshake. 

"Is the android with you?" You ask, a little confused. 

"Is this your first time seeing a Spacer model?" He responds, relaxed. "I am the agent in your care. There is no one else." 

You take a moment to process the information, similar to the primitive machine back at your office. Could it be? You've always known that Spacer technology is years ahead, but this surpasses your wildest dreams. There is not a single detail hinting at his mechanical fundament. The movement is fluid, the speech is natural, the design is impenetrable. He lifts the warm hand he'd used for the handshake and gently presses a finger against your chin in an upwards motion. You find yourself involuntarily blushing. 

"Your mouth was open. I assumed you'd want it discreetly corrected." He states, factually, with a faint smile on his lips. Is he amused? Is such a feeling even possible? You try your best to regain some composure, adjusting the collar of your shirt and clearing your throat. 

"Thank you and please excuse my rudeness. I was not expecting such a flawless replica. Our assistants are...easily recognizable as AI."

"So I've been told." His smile widens and he checks his watch. You follow his gesture, still mesmerized, trying to find a single indicator that the man standing before you is indeed a machine, a synthetic product.

Nothing.

"Shall we?" He eyes the exit path and you quickly lead him outside and towards public transport. 

He patiently waits for your fingerprint scan to be complete. You almost turn around and apologize for the old, lagging device. As a senior detective, you have the privilege of living in the more spacious, secured quarters of the city. And, since you don't have a family, the apartment intended for multiple people looks more like a luxury adobe. Still, compared to the advanced way of the Spacers, this must feel like poverty to the android.

At last, the scanner beeps and the door unlocks. 

"Heh...It's a finicky model." You mumble and invite him in.

"Yes, I'm familiar with these systems." He agrees with you and steps inside, unbuttoning his coat.

"Oh, you've seen this before?"

"In history books."

You scratch your cheek and laugh awkwardly, wondering how much of his knowledge about the current life on Earth is presented as a museum exhibit when compared to Spacer society. 

"I'm going to need a coffee. I guess you don't...?" Your words trail as you await confirmation. 

"I would enjoy one as well, if it is not too much to ask. I've been told it's a social custom to 'get coffee' as a way to have small talk." The synthetic straightens his shirt and looks at you expectantly. 

"Of course. I somehow assumed you can't drink, but if you're meant to blend in with humans...it does make sense you'd have all the obvious requirements built in."

He drags a chair out and sits at the small table, legs crossed.

"Indeed. I have been constructed to have all the functions of a human, down to every detail." 

You chuckle lightly. Well, not like you can verify it firsthand. The engineers back at the Spacer colony most likely didn't prepare him for matters considered unnecessary. 

"I do mean every detail." He adds, as if reading your mind. "You are free to see for yourself."

You nearly drop the cup in your flustered state. You hurry to wipe the coffee that spilled onto the counter and glance back at the android, noticing a smirk on his face. What the hell? Are they playing a prank on you and this is actually a regular guy? Some sort of social experiment? 

"I can see they included a sense of humor." You manage to blurt out, glaring at him suspiciously. 

"I apologize if I offended you in any way. I'm still adjusting to different contexts." The android concludes, a hint of mischief remaining on his face. "Aren't rowdy jokes common in your field of work?"

"Uh huh. Spot on." You hesitantly place the hot drink before him.

Robots on Earth have always been built for the purpose of efficiency. Whether or not a computer passes the Turing Test is irrelevant as long as it performs its task in the most optimal, rational way. There have been attempts, naturally, to create something indistinguishable from a human, but utility has always taken precedence. It seems that Spacers think differently. Or perhaps they have reached their desired level of performance a long time ago, and all that was left was fiddling with aesthetics. Whatever the case is, you're struggling not to gawk in amazement at the man sitting in your kitchen, stirring his coffee with a bored expression.

"I always thought - if you don't mind my honesty - that human emotions would be something to avoid when building AI. Hard to implement, even harder to control and it doesn't bring much use."

"I can understand your concerns. However, let me reassure you, I have a strict code of ethics installed in my neural networks and thus my emotions will never lead to any destructive behavior. All safety concerns have been taken into consideration.

As for why...How familiar are you with our colony?" The android takes a sip of his coffee and nods, expressing his satisfaction. "Perhaps you might be aware, Spacers have a declining population. Automated assistants have been part of our society for a long time now. What's lacking is humans. If the issue isn't fixed, artificial humans will have to do."

You scoff.

"What, us Earth men aren't good enough to fix the birth rates? They need robots?"

You suddenly remember the recipient of your complaint and mutter an apology. 

"Well, I'm sure you'd make a fine contender. Sadly I can't speak for everyone else on Earth." The man smiles in amusement upon seeing the pale red that's now dusting your cheeks, then continues: "But the issue lies somewhere else. Spacers have left Earth a long time ago and lived in isolation until now. Once an organism has lost its immune responses to otherwise common pathogens, it cannot be reintegrated."

True. Very few Earth citizens are allowed to enter the colony, and only do so after thorough disinfection stages, proving they are disease free as to not endanger the fragile health of the Spacers living in a sterile environment. You can only imagine the disastrous outcome if the two species were to abruptly mingle. In that case, equally sterile machinery might be their only hope.

Your mind wanders to the idea. Dating a robot...How's that? You sheepishly gaze at the android and study his features. His neatly combed copper hair, the washed out blue eyes, the pale skin. Probably meant to resemble the Spacers. You shake your head.

"A-anyways, I'll go and gather all the case files I have. Then we can discuss our first steps. Do feel at home."

You rush out and head for your office. Focus, you tell yourself mildly annoyed.

While you search for the required paperwork - what a funny thing to say in this day and age - he will certainly take up on your generous offer to make himself comfortable. The redhaired man enters the living room, scanning everything with curious eyes. He stops in front of a digital frame and slides through the photos. Ah, this must be your Police Academy graduation. The year matches with the data he's received on you. Data files he might've read one too many times in his unexplained enthusiasm. This should be you and the Commissioner; Doesn't match the description of your father, and he seems too old to be a spouse or boyfriend. Additionally, the android distinctly recalls the empty 'Relationship' field.

"Old photos are always a tad embarrassing. I suppose you skipped that stage."

He jolts almost imperceptibly and faces you. You have returned with a thin stack of papers and a hologram projector.

"I've digitalized most files I received, so you don't have to shuffle a bunch of paper around." You explain.

"That is very useful, thank you." He gently retrieves the small device from your hand, but takes a moment before removing his fingers from yours. "I predict this will be a successful partnership."

You flash him a friendly smile and gesture towards the seating area.

"Let's get to work, then. Unless you want to go through more boring albums." You joke as you lower yourself onto the plush sofa. 

The synthetic human joins you at an unexpectedly close proximity. You wonder if proper distance differs among Spacers or if he has received slightly erroneous information about what makes a comfortable rapport. 

"Nothing boring about it. In fact, I'd say you and I are very similar from this point of view." He tells you, placing the projector on the table.

"Oh?"

"Your interest in technology and artificial intelligence is rather easy to infer." The man continues, pointing vaguely towards the opposing library. "Aside from the briefing I've already received about you, that is."

"And that is similar to...the interest in humans you've been programmed to have?" You interject, unsure where this conversation is meant to lead. 

"Almost."

His head turns fully towards you and you stare back into his eyes. From this distance you can finally discern the first hints of his nature: the thin disks shading the iris - possibly CCD sensors - are moving in a jagged, mechanical manner. Actively analyzing and processing the environment. 

"I wouldn't go as far as to generalize it to all humans. 

Just you."