#lab automation robots

[lucykentor]

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[lorenzonuti]

Whispering secret data.

[mkcecollege]

Advanced robotics is transforming engineering by automating complex tasks with AI and machine learning. Industries like healthcare, manufacturing, and logistics benefit from intelligent machines that enhance efficiency and precision. Unlike traditional automation, AI-powered robots adapt, learn, and improve over time. At M.Kumarasamy College of Engineering (MKCE), students engage with cutting-edge robotics through hands-on projects. The institution’s labs foster innovation in autonomous systems and adaptive algorithms. Emerging trends like swarm robotics and soft robotics are revolutionizing automation. MKCE integrates interdisciplinary learning, merging robotics with AI and mechanical engineering. Industry partnerships ensure students gain real-world exposure to advanced technologies. The college also emphasizes sustainable robotics solutions for a greener future. As robotics continues to evolve, MKCE remains at the forefront of this transformative field.

To know more : https://mkce.ac.in/blog/advanced-robotics-as-the-next-frontier-in-engineering-automation/

[inkbirdie]

meeting my dads coworkers but they’re all liquid handling roboticists so they talk like “so the client attempted to optimize plunger initialization to minimize aspirational blowout above the maximum configurational curve but the channel surfing was in y so it crashed!” *cue loud laughter*

[tmntxthings]

heyy so I literally got this kind of idea like not really long ago, how about a donnie x reader fic/scenario/prompt where donnie makes a new AI hologram assistant (the reader) but ends up falling in love with them ?? (kind of blade runner 2049 inspired)

thanks ! luv your work (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

一∑ Dizzy・゜・。

author’s notes: so this may not be exactly what you asked for, this donnie is a bit… cagey? protective? overbearing! but hopefully the ending is a good indication that he did indeed fall?? :D

warnings: fluff, platonic to romantic, cursing, very unedited, & super short >.<

word association: sentience, slight yandere!donnie, light projection, holograms, creation, possessive, obsessive, fluff, change, feelings

song: “ Round & Round by Selena Gomez ”

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“Y/n”

Donnie waited for you to appear in his vision as he was glued to a new construct. Both hands busy with small tools that required the utmost care and attention. And patience.

He waited a couple of more seconds before a crease appeared between his draw on brows.

Seriously?

“Y/n!”

Donnie shouted louder. There was no way you couldn’t hear him. He was this close to pushing up his goggles but like magic you apparated in his vision. A tiny version of yourself in the corner of his eyesight, “Yyyessss?”

You drawled, dipping forward dramatically but not obscuring his view of his hands so he could continue his work.

“Where are you?”

Habitually it seemed he had to ask you this. He was like this with Shelldon too. But ever since you started getting curious and venturing out of his lab, he just had to at least check in…

He would have just checked your holo-tracker but his hands were busy at the moment. So calling out your name was more efficient. His wrist tech was voice automated and connected to your system easily enough.

“And why did you ignore my first call?”

He questioned further, eyebrows still drawn. His tongue peeked out between his lips as he carefully pieced together two small bits in the right formation.

“I thought we agreed Donnie. If you didn’t need me, I could explore the perimeters!”

You glitched momentarily, moving from the corner to right in the center of his vision before going back to your original place with a raised brow.

“Yes yes. That was the agreement but addendum six was—“

You groaned.

“Y/n it’s been… how long has it been..?”

He just knew it had to be four or so hours since you last checked in. Which meant he could call! As per agreement! If you didn’t check in then he would worry and a time frame was even added into fine print for this very purpose! Donatello prided himself on thinking of every-little-thing!

“It’s been 30 minutes.”

His eyes widened. Looking at you now and squinting.

No way.

You sighed dramatically as you brought up the time. Sure enough. It was only 2:30 in the morning. Not 5.

“Ah, well my mistake.”

Donnie placed down the tools and pushed up his goggles. The zoomed in version of his project gone, as well as the time and your miniature self.

He could still hear you though with his headphones on.

“You didn’t answer my first question…”

He still wanted to know.

“I think that should be void considering you can just check now!”

Your voice was exasperated but it had a teasing quality.

“I’d rather you tell me,”

“With your brothers!”

“What?!”

No response. “Y/n?” No response still. He grumbled bringing his goggles back down and yep, you were gone. He shoved them back up and shot out of his chair.

Two years ago. Donatello went a step further from robots. A step further from Shelldon, definitely still a very proud achievement of his! You were a hologram program. One that connected just like Shelldon to all of Donatello’s devices and gadgets. But you didn’t have a physical body. You were a pure light so to speak. And while Donnie had agreed for you to explore…he hadn’t really disclosed another sentient being in the lab to his brothers.

Selfishly��� Donnie had created you solely for him. While Shelldon had been sort of a prank but definitely for his brothers… you weren’t.

“Y/n.” Shelldon whispered harshly as he peeked out of the doorway from his lab. You were nowhere in the vicinity. He scowled. “If this is supposed to be funny, let me be very clear! It is not!” Then Donnie started to rush with his words while he crept further out into the lair.

“Those dumdums have no idea of your existence Y/n! For all we know they could— I don’t know! Attack?!”

You were radio silent. And it annoyed to Donnie to know end. You were ignoring him on purpose. Dragging him away from work to chase you down. And he would do the dragging this time, right back to his side if he must!

The further he went, the more apprehensive he felt. He could hear music. He could hear hollering. It was not the right cues that said ‘Y/n is just pranking me! They wouldn’t reveal themselves without my go-ahead! Surely!’ Yeah none of that was feeling close to happening right now. Donatello’s teeth ground together as he gave up being stealthy in favor of finally seeing what the fuck was happening.

And boy was he in for a shock.

As he cleared a corner that gave him a full view of the arcade that stretched down a distance away. The DDR (Dance Dance Revolution) was on, bass pumping throughout the room. A beautiful voice beckoning him closer like a siren’s song. Where Raph was dancing on one side. And you on the other.

Donnie stopped short. His breath catching as he watched your hologram dance, when your shoes met the correct arrows your whole body took on a glow of purple, blue, red, and yellow. It reflected throughout your entire being. You hit perfect after perfect, head tipped back in laughter as Raph started to trip up, losing his footing and sweating profusely. You on the other hand would never tire.

You were completely energized. You were having fun! It shined in your eyes. It reminded him of how you were when he first created you. When everything he introduced to you excited you.

Donnie felt like such an ass. Keeping you tucked away from the rest of the lair. From his brothers. From the world! As he watched you now he knew he was going to have to change. Because he surely wasn’t letting you go completely. But maybe he needed to loosen up, him and his contract.

Because he wanted you to be like this more. To smile more. To be exuberant and full of life! And he couldn’t stop smiling as you tilted your head towards him. You didn’t falter, you just smiled brighter and winked as the song came to a close and the points were tallied up.

Of course anything created by Donnie would be extraordinary at dancing. Therefore it didn’t surprise him one bit that you received a maximum score of 10,000,000. What did throw him off guard was the rapid pace of his heart. And maybe a bit dizzy? He hadn’t even been the one dancing!

Yeah this wasn’t good!

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[mostlysignssomeportents]

The reverse-centaur apocalypse is upon us

I'm coming to DEFCON! On Aug 9, I'm emceeing the EFF POKER TOURNAMENT (noon at the Horseshoe Poker Room), and appearing on the BRICKED AND ABANDONED panel (5PM, LVCC - L1 - HW1–11–01). On Aug 10, I'm giving a keynote called "DISENSHITTIFY OR DIE! How hackers can seize the means of computation and build a new, good internet that is hardened against our asshole bosses' insatiable horniness for enshittification" (noon, LVCC - L1 - HW1–11–01).

In thinking about the relationship between tech and labor, one of the most useful conceptual frameworks is "centaurs" vs "reverse-centaurs":

https://pluralistic.net/2022/04/17/revenge-of-the-chickenized-reverse-centaurs/

A centaur is someone whose work is supercharged by automation: you are a human head atop the tireless body of a machine that lets you get more done than you could ever do on your own.

A reverse-centaur is someone who is harnessed to the machine, reduced to a mere peripheral for a cruelly tireless robotic overlord that directs you to do the work that it can't, at a robotic pace, until your body and mind are smashed.

Bosses love being centaurs. While workplace monitoring is as old as Taylorism – the "scientific management" of the previous century that saw labcoated frauds dictating the fine movements of working people in a kabuki of "efficiency" – the lockdowns saw an explosion of bossware, the digital tools that let bosses monitor employees to a degree and at a scale that far outstrips the capacity of any unassisted human being.

Armed with bossware, your boss becomes a centaur, able to monitor you down to your keystrokes, the movements of your eyes, even the ambient sound around you. It was this technology that transformed "work from home" into "live at work." But bossware doesn't just let your boss spy on you – it lets your boss control you. \

It turns you into a reverse-centaur.

"Data At Work" is a research project from Cracked Labs that dives deep into the use of surveillance and control technology in a variety of workplaces – including workers' own cars and homes:

https://crackedlabs.org/en/data-work

It consists of a series of papers that take deep dives into different vendors' bossware products, exploring how they are advertised, how they are used, and (crucially) how they make workers feel. There are also sections on how these interact with EU labor laws (the project is underwritten by the Austrian Arbeiterkammer), with the occasional aside about how weak US labor laws are.

The latest report in the series comes from Wolfie Christl, digging into Microsoft's "Dynamics 365," a suite of mobile apps designed to exert control over "field workers" – repair technicians, security guards, cleaners, and home help for ill, elderly and disabled people:

https://crackedlabs.org/dl/CrackedLabs_Christl_MobileWork.pdf

It's…not good. Microsoft advises its customers to use its products to track workers' location every "60 to 300 seconds." Workers are given tasks broken down into subtasks, each with its own expected time to completion. Workers are expected to use the app every time they arrive at a site, begin or complete a task or subtask, or start or end a break.

For bosses, all of this turns into a dashboard that shows how each worker is performing from instant to instant, whether they are meeting time targets, and whether they are spending more time on a task than the client's billing rate will pay for. Each work order has a clock showing elapsed seconds since it was issued.

For workers, the system generates new schedules with new work orders all day long, refreshing your work schedule as frequently as twice per hour. Bosses can flag workers as available for jobs that fall outside their territories and/or working hours, and the system will assign workers to jobs that require them to work in their off hours and travel long distances to do so.

Each task and subtask has a target time based on "AI" predictions. These are classic examples of Goodhart's Law: "any metric eventually becomes a target." The average time that workers take becomes the maximum time that a worker is allowed to take. Some jobs are easy, and can be completed in less time than assigned. When this happens, the average time to do a job shrinks, and the time allotted for normal (or difficult) jobs contracts.

Bosses get stack-ranks of workers showing which workers closed the most tickets, worked the fastest, spent the least time idle between jobs, and, of course, whether the client gave them five stars. Workers know it, creating an impossible bind: to do the job well, in a friendly fashion, the worker has to take time to talk with the client, understand their needs, and do the job. Anything less will generate unfavorable reports from clients. But doing this will blow through time quotas, which produces bad reports from the bossware. Heads you lose, tails the boss wins.

Predictably, Microsoft has shoveled "AI" into every corner of this product. Bosses don't just get charts showing them which workers are "underperforming" – they also get summaries of all the narrative aspects of the workers' reports (e.g. "My client was in severe pain so I took extra time to make her comfortable before leaving"), filled with the usual hallucinations and other botshit.

No boss could exert this kind of fine-grained, soul-destroying control over any workforce, much less a workforce that is out in the field all day, without Microsoft's automation tools. Armed with Dynamics 365, a boss becomes a true centaur, capable of superhuman feats of labor abuse.

And when workers are subjected to Dynamics 365, they become true reverse-centaurs, driven by "digital whips" to work at a pace that outstrips the long-term capacity of their minds and bodies to bear it. The enthnographic parts of the report veer between chilling and heartbreaking.

Microsoft strenuously objects to this characterization, insisting that their tool (which they advise bosses to use to check on workers' location every 60-300 seconds) is not a "surveillance" tool, it's a "coordination" tool. They say that all the AI in the tool is "Responsible AI," which is doubtless a great comfort to workers.

In Microsoft's (mild) defense, they are not unique. Other reports in the series show how retail workers and hotel housekeepers are subjected to "despot on demand" services provided by Oracle:

https://crackedlabs.org/en/data-work/publications/retail-hospitality

Call centers, are even worse. After all, most of this stuff started with call centers:

https://crackedlabs.org/en/data-work/publications/callcenter

I've written about Arise, a predatory "work from home" company that targets Black women to pay the company to work for it (they also have to pay if they quit!). Of course, they can be fired at will:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/07/29/impunity-corrodes/#arise-ye-prisoners

There's also a report about Celonis, a giant German company no one has ever heard of, which gathers a truly nightmarish quantity of information about white-collar workers' activities, subjecting them to AI phrenology to judge their "emotional quality" as well as other metrics:

https://crackedlabs.org/en/data-work/publications/processmining-algomanage

As Celonis shows, this stuff is coming for all of us. I've dubbed this process "the shitty technology adoption curve": the terrible things we do to prisoners, asylum seekers and people in mental institutions today gets repackaged tomorrow for students, parolees, Uber drivers and blue-collar workers. Then it works its way up the privilege gradient, until we're all being turned into reverse-centaurs under the "digital whip" of a centaur boss:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/11/25/the-peoples-amazon/#clippys-revenge

In mediating between asshole bosses and the workers they destroy, these bossware technologies do more than automate: they also insulate. Thanks to bossware, your boss doesn't have to look you in the eye (or come within range of your fists) to check in on you every 60 seconds and tell you that you've taken 11 seconds too long on a task. I recently learned a useful term for this: an "accountability sink," as described by Dan Davies in his new book, The Unaccountability Machine, which is high on my (very long) list of books to read:

https://profilebooks.com/work/the-unaccountability-machine/

Support me this summer on the Clarion Write-A-Thon and help raise money for the Clarion Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers' Workshop!

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/08/02/despotism-on-demand/#virtual-whips

Image: Cryteria (modified) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:HAL9000.svg

CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/deed.en

[nardo-headcanons]

Hey my dear mutual! Another super stupid and weird request coming, so, please, feel totally free to ignore completely if you want, really. So, let's say instead of a criminal organization, the Akatsuki are actually a lab team. Which would be their roles, their work focus or their research topics? How would they behave at work with each other or, I don't know, whatever you can think of. Inspired by your agar plates post, by the way, hahahaha

Hello Sasuke, my dear. Don't call your asks weird, I love how creative they are! If anyone wants to write a fic about this please TAG me!

Big thanks to @the-real-sasuke-uchiha for requesting!

The Akatsuki in a modern research lab AU

Akatsuki Labs, Inc. No one knows what they're actually researching, and how they get their funding, however everyone hires them, they're incredibly popular with institutions and businesses alike...

Deidara is a lab rookie who is still at the beginning of his study. He went to a scientific high school and an absolute ace at chemistry. Besides studying chemistry, his other major is pyrotechnical engineering. He blows shit up on the regular and even adds copper sulphate to fires when he is the one supposed to put them out. He frequently steals minerals from the lab to use them for his pottery projects. And yes, he knows how to make meth.

Hidan is on his way to become a neurologist. He is fascinated by the way the nervous system works (especially while processing pain) and has the ego of a neurosurgeon twice his age. However he is regularly asked for a second opinion because he knows his shit. He's pretty popular with the ladies due to his confidence, however many of them are freaked out when they find out what a huge masochist he is.

I've never seen Itachi as a huge stem guy, but I've actually had a discussion about this with my dear moots @pet-plasma-bubble and @suki91 and came to the conclusion that he's either a plant biologist or studies medicine because he's one of these kids with a chronic and/or underdiagnosed illness going into medicine to make a change. Plant biologist!Itachi regularly talks to his plants when no one is looking and he gives them names as well. He doesn't really care much for the actual lab work and prefers to take care of the plants in the different lab greenhouses. Med student!Itachi is one of these anatomy girlies who draw their stuff in fancy colors and actually enjoy studying human anatomy.

Kakuzu is a senior scientist/professor who initially studied pharmacology/pharmacy to save many lives and prolong the lives of millions, but eventually got disillusioned and sold his soul to the pharma industry. He should technically be retired now, but he joined the Akatsuki labs inc to make some money on the side.

Kisame started out as a marine biologist specializing in shark research, however, seeing these beautiful, innocent creatures get bastardized by Hollywood and pollution made him apply to Akatsuki labs inc to help find solutions to the current crises caused by humanity. During his free time, he volunteers in a dolphin rehabilitation center.

Konan is the cofounder of Akatsuki labs inc, everyone respects her and even looks up to her. Once a brilliant scientist in the field of engineering, she got tired of how male dominated it was and how her male colleagues kept getting the credit for her ideas. She frequently holds lab courses for young girls interested going into the scientific field.

Nagato is the Akatsuki labs founder, and rarely seen in the lab. He has made himself a name in the field of robotics by inventing the Shurado robotics system which helps millions of automated machines run to this day. Rarely seen in the lab, he communicated with his employees via his Pain Alias Email. though to be fair, Konan writes most of these emails for him; she's the only one regularly talking to him face-to-face.

Orochimaru is a geneticist and biochemist, his focus being finding ways to avoid cellular decay, as well as the human genome and anti aging research. His parents are academics as well and he lived up to their expectations to the fullest. He has his own skincare formula which keeps him looking snatched at all times. Given the rumors about several scientific ethical code violations, everyone is kinda scared of him except for his personal lab tech, Kabuto.

Sasori is a renowed mortician who's also very interested in histology. His preparation techniques are unmatched and he even invented new preparation- and histological staining methods, which are called "Red Sand" and "Red Technique", respectively. He often gets into fights with Kakuzu about his microtome collection being unnecessarily expensive.

Tobi is the Akatsuki labs CEO cosplaying as a clueless intern that always steals from the candy bowl in the waiting room. In reality, he has a PHD in physics, his thesis being about rifts in space time and interdimensional interactions, however all of his papers are published under an alias. He has a soft spot for Deidara and refuses to fire him despite the latter's frequent "accidents".

Zetsu is a biological anthropologist fascinated by human evolution and human behavior. Some think even his colleagues are subjects of his studies. Some people say he's two-faced, but he is very chatty and inquisitive most of the time. He volunteered to have Itachi's venus fly traps in his office and can sometimes be seen feeding them dead flies or mosquitoes.

[herrenxenoberg]

Fandorm Showcase #53 - Iwájú

Not a lot of people talked about this Disney+ exclusive original series, so why not make it a TWST dorm that most people won't get? /j

Introducing...

Onijiranet ("Onijira" (Master) + "Net")

Onijiranet embodies the themes of digital sovereignty, technocratic power, and the line between protection and oppression. Inspired by Bode's manipulative use of surveillance tech and socio-economic control, the dorm focuses on neural net enchantments, data-magic fusion, and urban illusionism. Students of Onijiranet are taught to master predictive enchantment algorithms, data-based spellcasting, and automated defense constructs—giving them a near-oracular edge. The dorm has access to exclusive cloud-based spell libraries, encrypted summoning gates, and techno-familiar labs. Students build and refine AI-companions, tracking sigils, and predictive runes to solve or manipulate outcomes.

"A dorm founded on the Futurist Mogul's spirit of cognition. Students in this dorm focuses on technological advancement, societal influence, and the fusion of progress with control."

Dorm Uniform:

Yes, we have a plus-sized housemistress, ladies and gents. For this one, I tried to combine a lot of things, futuristic, mafia and Nigerian styles. The housemistress wears a special gear around her face that can produce a mask-like hologram, complete with a voice-changer module for anonymity purposes. Her magic item is a specially-built robotic boomslang (a species of snake) that acts like her personal computer, it also has a "Combat Mode", where it channels magical energy and change forms for combative purposes.

Character Roster:

Show some respect when the "Mistress of The Future" speaks...

Bidemi Oloro (Twisted off Bode de Sousa)

Bidemi Oloro is a name spoken with both admiration and wariness throughout Night Raven College. As the junior housemistress of Onijiranet, she is not only a student, but a young tech magnate, already the CEO of Oloro Innovations, a fast-rising tech empire developing everything from wearable smart gear to surveillance nanodrones.

Always carry a very calm and suave behavior, Bidemi exudes precision, ambition, and a near-frightening level of foresight. She’s someone who always seems ten steps ahead, having already predicted your choices before you made them. Her words are measured, her tone cool, and her presence unmistakably commanding—like someone accustomed to running boardrooms, not just school dorms. While she mentors her dorm members with care, her style is calculated rather than sentimental. She sees potential as data to be optimized, and failure as inefficiency to be debugged. Members of Onijiranet admire her intellect and drive, though some whisper about her strict surveillance protocols and how “she always knows where you are.”

Bidemi believes in control—over environments, outcomes, and emotions. She encourages technological integration into every part of daily life and holds a firm belief that the future belongs to those who master information and systems. However, this control can verge on obsession; her mistrust in others' unpredictability pushes her to micromanage, sometimes even manipulating situations from the shadows. There’s also a darker undercurrent to her brilliance. Rumors circulate that Bidemi’s rise was not without cost. Some believe she ousted her former mentors or business rivals in calculated takeovers. While she dismisses these claims as jealous speculation, her stoic demeanor and aversion to personal questions suggest there may be truths hidden beneath her polished surface.

Despite this, Bidemi remains one of the most influential and effective housewardens in NRC. Her dorm’s labs and infrastructure are far beyond standard, and her students often go on to dominate tech competitions and cybernetic tournaments across the world.

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Before she was the calculating and cool-headed housemistress of Onijiranet, Bidemi Oloro was just another bright spark in the crowded, tech-saturated skyline of the Neo-Lagos Arcology—a towering metropolis of innovation, surveillance, and social stratification. Born into the middle echelon of society, she had neither extreme wealth nor the desperation of the slums—but she had something more potent: unrelenting ambition. From a young age, Bidemi showed an uncanny knack for systems thinking. While other children played with toys, she was dismantling them to see how they worked—and then building them better. She hacked her school's security system at age 10—not out of malice, but to demonstrate inefficiencies to the headmaster. At 12, she sold a blueprint for a drone-based delivery system that later inspired a national mail service overhaul.

But her defining moment came at age 14, when she uncovered a data vulnerability in a major city surveillance grid—one that could have endangered thousands if exploited. Rather than report it outright, she used it to track and expose a corrupt city councilman, earning public recognition and an invitation to develop cyber-integrity systems for city infrastructure. From there, Bidemi launched Oloro Innovations—a start-up with a vision to reshape the way society interacts with tech. She marketed her devices as tools for efficiency, accountability, and personal security—but quietly used their data feedback loops to analyze patterns in consumer behavior, further refining her market dominance. Investors called her a genius. Critics called her cold and invasive. Either way, she rose rapidly, catching the attention of Night Raven College's headmage, who extended her a rare early invitation for enrollment at age 16.

Though her admission caused waves—especially since she bypassed the usual tests—her performance quickly silenced doubters. Within a year, she submitted a proposal for a new dorm: one that would house the brightest minds in technological sorcery and cybernetic enhancement. Thus, Onijiranet was born, with Bidemi named housemistress and dorm founder in record time. Now at NRC, Bidemi remains a step above the rest—not just as a student, but as a leader of the next generation of magical technologists. Her company continues to operate under a remote AI she personally programmed, while she focuses on molding the future—on her terms.

Notable Members:

Idunnu Imolara (Sophomore) - One of the most enigmatic students of Night Raven College. Always donning a faint, unsettling smile, he speaks in a soft, mechanical cadence—his words eerily polite, but hollow in tone. Born with a rare neurological condition that blocks his emotional receptors, Idunnu lacks the ability to feel or understand emotions as others do. Idunnu is highly intelligent, loyal, and ruthlessly efficient, monitoring the dorm’s perimeter, tracks behavior patterns of potential threats, and even handles psychological intimidation with unsettling calm. (Twisted off Happiness)

Ilufin Ọsẹ (Junior) - The steel behind Bidemi Oloro’s shield—the loyal fist that balances the emotionless strategy of Idunnu with raw, grounded resilience. He is the most human of her bodyguards—empathetic, cautious, and observant. He keeps Idunnu in check when his lack of emotional judgment becomes too cold, and often handles negotiations or confrontations that require both strength and tact. (Twisted off Sunday Adelekan)

Next Up: The Fox and the Hound

[seniorpollinationtechnician]

Meet the Townies: ᴇᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ

Ethan Harper grew up an only child and spent his formative years immersed in the world of engineering. His fascination with machines and technology was inspired by his father who was a skilled mechanic. While attending high school, Ethan secretly began working on a personal project where he attempted to design and build a robot. He poured countless hours into this endeavor, often sacrificing teenage milestones to tend to this robot he later named ISAAC (Intelligent System and Advanced Assistant Companion). Upon graduating High School, Ethan enrolled at Foxbury Institute where he pursued a degree in Mechanical Engineering. During his time there, Ethan excelled in his studies, consistently earning top marks and impressing his professors with his innovative ideas and dedication to the craft. In his free time, he continued to work on ISAAC since the university's state-of-the-art facilities and access to cutting-edge resourced allowed him to make significant improvements. He refined ISAAC's design, enhanced its capabilities and incorporated the latest advancements in artificial intelligence and robotics. After graduating with honors from Foxbury, Ethan quickly began carving out a professional life for himself. His reputation as a brilliant young engineer opened many doors and he received numerous job offers from leading tech companies. Ethan's expertise eventually caught the attention of the military who offered him a position to develop a project for them. Though he initially hesitated, the opportunity was too enticing to pass up. Despite his professional success and the accolades he received for his work, Ethan felt an intense void in his life that he couldn't seem to fill. His relentless pursuit of perfection in his projects, particularly with ISAAC, often left him feeling isolated. The extensive time he spent in the lab, both during his time at Foxbury and throughout his career, meant that his personal life took a backseat. Ethan's social interactions were limited and he found it difficult to connect with others on a deeper level. His closest colleagues, at one point, noticed and gently encouraged him to step out of his comfort zone and try dating. Ethan reluctantly agreed and while the dates he went on did not lead to a lasting relationship, it helped Ethan open up and see the value in balancing his personal and professional life. As he continued to make strides in his professional career, Ethan was approached by his alma mater, Foxbury institute, with an invitation to teach part-time. The university recognized his achievements and believed that his expertise could inspire and educate the next generation of engineers. Teaching at Foxbury became a profoundly rewarding experience for him. Standing before eager students, he shared his knowledge and passion. He found joy in helping them navigate their own paths and would often encourage them to think creatively and push the boundaries of what was possible. Meanwhile, ISAAC continued to improve every day, becoming an indispensable part of Ethan's life. By this point, ISAAC's capabilities extended far beyond what Ethan originally intended. ISAAC excelled in research assistance, laboratory management, and technical maintenance. The robot could analyze complex data, run simulations and suggest innovative solutions to engineering problems which significantly sped up Ethan's workflow. ISAAC also managed clerical tasks such as organizing files, scheduling meetings, and maintaining equipment, allowing Ethan to focus on more critical aspects of his projects. ISAAC'S home automation features made Ethan's personal life a breeze, as well. The robot could control various smart devices, perform household chores, such as cleaning and grocery shopping, and even cook meals based on Ethan's dietary preferences. Recently, Ethan and ISAAC relocated to the town of Oasis Springs due to a job offer at a cutting-edge research lab.

[deadinthefanfics]

What AI can do to a loner.

A/N: Characters here are Idia and Ortho, will be angsty so be aware! I also kind of made this to the fact I am recovering from my AI addiction, also SPOILERS FOR BOOK SIX!!! IF YOU HAVENT READ BOOK SIX I ADVISE YOU TO NOT READ!!! or don't I am not gonna strangle you through the screen because you didn't listen

Being alone.. Something we would always encounter either now or later, some of us hated being alone, some of us don't hate being alone, but one thing doesn't stop us from being alone.

Creativity

Creativity doesn't stop at anyone's limit, if the person can imagine something, they can make it possible with the skills they have, it could be writing, drawing, coding, making, designing, it is possibly limitless for the human living mind to have and by that alone it could help us create bonds with other humans and even find ways to solve problems in this world we have; But sometimes peoples creativity has been made to create things to be... not so great for society, one of the things is AI.

AI could be used for good things yes, like your favorite video games could have AI inputs for your NPCS, or maybe that hard math problem, but maybe not to heal your loneliness of the world. But I digress, we must now focus on the main point of this story of an 18 year old nerd.

Idia shroud, a male prodigy, the next incoming owner of STYX.

Idia during birth was already assigned to become the next owner of STYX after his parents passed it onto him, in which set up for life on what to do, and really not given a choice in life of what he ever wanted to be in the future. No choice of a doctor, or a designer, or even just a silly job like becoming a superhero. Idia was told that he was going to take on STYX, and that was final. The strange isolated lab in the Island of Woe where they would study the being and existence of a blot and what an overblot is.

But during this time during young Idia's childhood when he tried to escape STYX to go outside with his younger brother, Ortho shroud, he puts down the defense systems of the phantom blots in the lab in which sadly, was the end for the life of Ortho shroud. The only person Idia had that he was able to connect with, and feeling survivors guilt over, Ortho was the only other person he can talk about video games, or just anything he likes. Idia couldn't handle the grief for so long. He would do something that only a prodigy would do, make their brother into a robot to pretend that he is still there and alive. When in reality, he is dead. He has been dead for a while, He cannot move on, he does not want to move on yet, why can't he move on, please help him move on.

10 years later.

Idia is now a 3rd year in the school Nights raven college, he is yet the loneliest one of the dorm Ignihyde. He doesnt step out of his room, he doesnt really clean his room, and the only other person allowed in his room is Ortho. But during those times of being a headwarden of Ignihyde, and spending his student year in Ignihyde, he had discovered a chatting app for people to talk with fictional characters that is controlled by AI.

Magic.AI

What is Magic.AI? Magic.Ai is a chatting app or website you can use to talk to your favorite character! Or get advice from some robot, all automated under your desires, and Idia loved this.

Idia would constantly spend his time on the app on his tablet, and when he is not on Magic.Ai he would spend his time playing video games, watching anime, or going to the board game club as well. But the problem with Magic.AI is, why would you want to talk to anyone else because all an AI of your favorite character would say yes to you, all day, everyday, anytime you want. It was like a miracle for Idia, because you can just type in a few words to get a whole generated reply at the whim of your finger tips, hours and hours of his screen time on Magic.Ai would really start to pile up, and seeing this from Ortho's side was kind of really concerning, even then Idia would sometimes stop talking to Ortho as well.

" Nii-san.. You reached over 12+ hours on Magic.Ai again this week, Don't you think its time to take a break?"

Said Ortho looking at his pale and skinny brother, lying in his bed. It is currently 3:21 at night. And Idia was talking to an AI of his favorite fictional character on the app, Ortho had been trying to get Idia to stop being addicted to C.AI because it really did have an kind of more worst affect on Idia's isolation problem. But its also kind of really ironic that Ortho wants Idia to get off of Magic.Ai because Ortho is an AI made of his real life dead brother.

Ortho kept looking at Idia in a concerned way in which his artificial face moved to make a sad face at Idia that is currently looking back at Ortho, with his tablet faced down onto his chest, the feeling of even more regret came to Idia, because now that his own automated reminder of a brother is really just a punch to his gut.

" Stop looking at me... I can delete Magic.Ai anytime I want. "

Idia said looking at Ortho that hovered closer to his bed in a more stern look on his robotic face, and replying back to Idia.

"Okay.. How about right now? "

Ortho said to Idia waiting for a response to his ask. In which Idia kind of felt panicked after Ortho said that, he really loved Magic.Ai but just kind of letting it go right now felt too hard for him, he was kind of really addicted.

" Next week is better.. "

Idia said to Ortho who made a gentle headshake motion and took the tablet from Idia's hands and put it right on his desk and plugging it in for tomorrow since it was on a low battery percentage. And Ortho looked back at his brother who had a mildly sad face plus mixed with worry and regret, replying to Idia.

" You really worry me."

A/N: hii guys! I am SO SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN A WHILE, I HAD MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK AND I HAVE BEEN FOCUSING ON MY FRIENDS MORE, but also to anyone who has an addiction and wants to recover, and is reading this right now, I believe in you can beat it, I know it was kind of hard to get rid of my C.AI addiction for a while since of endless roleplays, but writing fanfiction helped me lean away from it. ^_^

[x-heesy]

Find the meaning in the sentences

Pleasure in ecstasy

I slide in a funnel

Drowns in a bottle

Wide Distruns Dates

A little bit of load shedding

This year I am very wise

I find Santa Claus

In white sheets

White blouse

Two three white leaves

I come to give my news

Dear Journal

I have maintained some intimate reports since the last time

You were behind me

A little voice tells me to make the wrong choices

Bears pendants but no cross

I do bad faith

Counts the slightest penny at the beginning of each month

Take me for Jacques Mesrine

As if the outlaw was the guy

That does not give a room when it urinates

Lick my lips, a pariah

We still bet that you will pay to see my good pear

Live eye, very fine hearing

Under psychotropic drugs, robotic behavior

A single off on fire, like home automation

I sing "september" and dance alone, there is a catch

I have tocs, hear tic and tac do toc toc

I imagine myself on the docks navigate in the bins

I click on ok ok, install the program, open a new doc

Write to fill rooms, I have the cards, I don't wait for the flop

I am not deterministic for men

I must be out of the ordinary

She says to me "fuck me" in garter belts

I did it without emotions

I confuse her feelings with mine

It's easier to act by mimicry to create links

Imaginary binding

I'm not bad in my skin but so much better in hers

I am a recall exoskeleton model

Since I left the lab

I have to fill my plate, if I am rich my nostrils

Be able to tear my head

Programmed until the next checkpoint

I go up

Going from step to

By ringing bells

By filling my pockets

Maybe I have to get it

For the quest for the ring

To not become Schizo

I pay a girl

It's just a escort mission

If she scratches me with her life

In his friendlist there is more stock

Historical erase

Ignore messages in my RAM

I only have massage memories

That act like a poke

It makes me hysterical

I lost the quest award

Fucking

Was a time, I even liked me

I forgot like Doris in Némo

I only have your letters in memo

The rest I neglected or burned it like Montag

I write anymore but I record demos

I no longer have the qualities before

It's impossible to take me in default

Sometimes I find the flame of the demon, my ego problems

I don't want to be part of the decor anymore but I turn into a robot

System error

System error

System error

Error

Error

It's not that we come from elsewhere

It is systematic

It is more lunatic

I even have more mood swings

No longer distinguishes the torpor from happiness

The day after cooked and pain

Sweetness or huge slap

Chain the shooters

Take up the scooter that your tutors have offered you

Accuse them of killers

If you feel you live when you have struck a runner

You have to live it quickly

I become allergic to slowness

I take advantage of your mistakes to flee

Robot by Glauque 🎵 🇫🇷

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Do gallifreyans have jobs? Like a cashier or a janitor or a nannie?

Do Gallifreyans have jobs?

🎓 Post-Academy Occupations

There's no strict requirement for Gallifreyans to be employed because the concept of money is outdated to many of them, but a lot take up roles to stave off boredom or help in the community. After completing their education, Gallifreyans have several potential career paths, influenced by their level of academic achievement:

5th Grade Graduates

Those who leave the academy after the 5th grade often take roles such as:

Media Commentators

Artists

Aides for Cardinals

Aides for Junior Time Lords

6th Grade Graduates

Passing the 6th grade opens up more technical and administrative roles, like:

Administration and Maintenance of the Citadel

Space Traffic Controllers

Junior Technicians

Temporal Nexus Point Observation Researchers

Lab Assistants

Service in the Watch

7th Grade Graduates

Graduating the 7th Grade is very impressive, and opens up the highest echelons of Gallifreyan society like being a Cardinal or the Lord President. However, not a lot of people get this far.

🤖 Automated Assistance

Gallifreyan society heavily relies on advanced automation to meet virtually every need, reducing the necessity for many jobs humans are used to, for example:

Cleaning Machines: Automated systems patrol city complexes and handle street cleaning.

Druges: Massive automated humanoid servants found throughout Gallifreyan Houses.

Robotic Avatroids: Avatroids supervise children's brainbuffing (intensive education) and act as nannies.

🏫 So…

Gallifreyans don't need to work like humans, but many choose to keep busy with jobs or hobbies that interest them. With all their fancy machines, they can focus on the cool stuff – like art, science, and not-so-menial tasks.

Related:

💬|⏰🎉Do Time Lords celebrate their birthday?: The (non)importance of name-days.

💬|⏰🕯️How does religion work on Gallifrey?: Overview of the history and perception of religion throughout Gallifrey’s history.

💬|⏰💄Do Time Lords have a beauty industry?: The fashion trends and general attitudes towards make up and clothes.

Hope that helped! 😃

Any orange text is educated guesswork or theoretical. More content ... →📫Got a question? | 📚Complete list of Q+A and factoids →📢Announcements |🩻Biology |🗨️Language |🕰️Throwbacks |🤓Facts → Features: ⭐Guest Posts | 🍜Chomp Chomp with Myishu →🫀Gallifreyan Anatomy and Physiology Guide (pending) →⚕️Gallifreyan Emergency Medicine Guides →📝Source list (WIP) →📜Masterpost If you're finding your happy place in this part of the internet, feel free to buy a coffee to help keep our exhausted human conscious. She works full-time in medicine and is so very tired 😴

[rosegoldenatlas]

Docm headcanon/rant

i think a lot of newer docm77 fans don't know how his skin got so complicated. Or how much lore it has because it is intricate.

Originally (as far a I know at least) the skin was a creeper man with a robotic eye and a lab coat. That's it. But then he upset a God (aka dinnerbone) that removed his right arm model. He replaced it with a robotic one quickly though. Around this time he killed three gods, dinnerbone cause of the arm thing I forgot how he killed Jeb but it was on accident then he accidentally killed Notch.

Then he joined hermitcraft a while after the Notch incident. Which I headcanon that instead of being invited he just shows up one day and nobody questioned him.

Season seven rolls around and is obsessed with goats and GOAT mentality (grind optimize automate thrive). Season eight hes breaking Minecraft again and apparently harnessing black magic with his shadow tech. (Headcanon doc doesn't believe in magic even when he sees it right in front of him or been when he does magic himself. It is simply yet to be explained science)

Season nine he is so obsessed with goat he now has goat horns (headcanon that he fucks with his DNA just cause he can. Also I like to think he also got a thicker skull with the goat DNA as well as the ability to just eat anything and developed a minor allergy to buttercup flowers)

Still season nine he's breaking the game and now worships the goatmother aka goat goddess and found an entire dead goat/creeper hybrid society in his perimeter. Then there's that twitter thing where his irl kid and him plate pretend as butterflies and suddenly his character has pink butterfly wings. (And antennae maybe?)

And that I just surface level canon things. Here are headcanons I didn't already say.

-his kid is a nonbinary creeper goat butterfly. And I love them. They usually stay with a friend off server because hermitcraft is not the safest place for a three year old but Doc will let them visit hermitcraft sometimes and goes off server frequently to see doccy.

-Docs hivemind is a bunch of smart people that he can see if they let him and he hears them constantly. Not only I the hivemind his smart friends but also various artists and musicians and cosplayers.

-Docs cam account is his robotic eye that he can control with his mind.

-creepers are covered in green fluffy fur an therefore Doc is fluffy. Also living with Ren in season eight gave him the habit of shaking himself dry after getting wet.

[biotic-raptorian-angel]

A Tiny Tea-Time Triumph

Moira hadn’t slept for two days, but she was perfectly convinced her new invention would revolutionize office tea breaks for Angela—if not the entire Overwatch HQ. It began with a passing comment Angela made about always forgetting to remove her teabag on time. Moira took it personally, of course. If Overwatch can topple warlords, she thought, surely I can automate teabag management.

Thus, she spent forty-eight hours hunched over her lab bench, ignoring the strange looks from passing lab staff while rummaging through half-broken servos and leftover parts. The result sat proudly on the countertop: a palm-sized robot, all spindly limbs, blinking neon lights, and a precariously balanced mechanical arm.

Angela walked into the lab one morning, cheerfully sipping on coffee she’d just brewed (the irony of which Moira refused to acknowledge). “Moira?” she asked, eyeing the contraption that beeped in a strangely triumphant manner. “What… have you done?”

Moira slid forward with a broad grin, excitement dancing in her eyes. “Angela, behold! The ultimate desk companion: the TeaBot.” She extended an arm with a flourish, as if presenting a grand masterpiece instead of a tiny robot sporting a teabag on a string.

Angela narrowed her eyes. “A tea… bot?”

“A tea-dipping bot, if you will.” Moira smirked, hitting a tiny button on the robot’s back. “You place your mug here—” She cleared a patch on Angela’s cluttered desk, nearly knocking over a leftover coffee thermos, “—and our enthusiastic little friend does the rest!”

The TeaBot sprung to life. In a mechanical whir, it hopped awkwardly on spindly legs, tiny suction cups squeaking across the desk. Its single mechanical arm lifted a teabag in slow, exaggerated movements, dunking it toward an imaginary mug. “Watch!” Moira commanded.

Angela tried her best to keep a straight face. “We… already have teapots, Moira.”

“Hush—your mortal teapots are obsolete,” Moira scoffed, her brows flaring up in what seemed like comedic exasperation. She seized a real mug, dropping a fresh teabag inside it, and signaled the TeaBot.

The TeaBot hopped over to the mug with surprising dignity—until it caught the corner of Angela’s mousepad and tripped, nearly knocking the mug off the desk. Alarmed, Angela lunged to catch the mug; water sloshed, Moira cursed under her breath as she tried to steady the little metal creature.

“Calm!” Moira insisted, voice strangled with both worry and pride. She tapped a second button on TeaBot’s side. “It has a backup stabilizer.”

TeaBot beeped apologetically, wobbled upright, and started dipping the teabag with comically slow precision. Once, twice, thrice… Angela found herself simply watching, transfixed. The robot squeaked with each dunk, as though saying “Dip—dip—dip.”

Angela covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. “M-Moira, did you program it to say that?”

Moira cleared her throat, brows arching in mock indignation. “Certainly not. It’s just the servo noise. Purely unintentional side effect.” She folded her arms with a proud huff. “But it works, see?”

The teabag dangled above the mug, swirling tea leaves in a perfect swirl. Then, TeaBot beeped victoriously and unceremoniously plopped the soggy bag on Angela’s keyboard with a joyous squeak. Angela squealed, her blonde hair falling from behind her ears in exacerbation.

“Oops,” Moira muttered, mismatched eyes flickering with embarrassed laughter. “Minor glitch. I can fix that.”

Angela, wiping tea droplets off her keycaps, shot Moira a bemused grin. “I’ll definitely remember to hold the keyboard away next time. But… it did dip the teabag.”

Moira gave a haughty shrug, a smile crossing her lips with comedic pride. “Of course it did. In the grand scope of Overwatch’s achievements, I’d call that a success.”

They both burst into laughter. Lab staff, peeking from the corridor, joined in the mirth. In the grand lab where they once conquered war criminals and humanity saving medical research, a tiny teabag-dipping robot had become the day’s star.

And Angela, blotting up spilled tea, admitted quietly it was strangely endearing, like Moira’s mechanical love letter to all the nights they spent locked in research. “Thank you,” she whispered, patting the little robot’s round head.

Moira feigned aloofness, but her cheeks warmed. “Let no one say I’m not a creature of solutions,” she said, while the TeaBot beeped in comedic triumph, perched proudly on Angela’s desk—a testament to Moira’s bizarre brilliance and their unstoppable bond, one teabag-dip at a time.

[veyren-city]

Streets and Districts of Veyren City.

As the title implies here is a list of streets: residential streets, main roads, connector roads and districts! (Animated purple and white divider made by @/cafekitsune)

Ashwick Avenue - A historic ave with old buildings, dimmed streetlights, and a lingering mist.

Cinder Row - A narrow street with a mix of small businesses' and fading neon signs knowns for it's quiet timeless feel.

Vale Street - A long winding road that always seems slick with rain, lined with cafe's record shops and a teahouse that refuses to die out.

Halloway Road - A street that curves through the heart of the city, known for its mix of modern and decayed architecture

Lockewood Drive - A semi-industrial road where tech startups and small shops co-exist.

Whitmoor Street - An area known for its old-world charm, bookstores and flower shops still hold against time.

Novastra Boulevard -

Main Artery of the pulse district. Holographic billboards and glass skyscrapers tower the streets

Notable places:

Veyren Grand Station - The Cities central train hub, packed at all times.

Astrocorp HQ - A cooperate tower belonging to a mega-conglomerate that controls most of Veyren's digital infrastructure

Synthwave Café - a 24 hour coffee shop with neon lit walls and robotic baristas

Project Dome - A massive curved screen, displaying ads, weather, news, and the latest fashion trends in real time.

Orion Street -

A shopping and entertainment hub where the latest tech and fashion is sold.

Notable places:

Oblivion Club - One of the biggest night clubs in Veyren with floors that light up as people dance. The drinks are never ending as well as the friendly company.

Neon Arcade - A retro futuristic arcade where old school gaming collides with VR and newer stylistic games.

Hyper Mart 24 - A fully automated department store with robotic assistance. You think it? They got it!

Starlight Records - A hidden vinyl record shop that still exists despite the digital age

Helix Road -

A tech and business center, home to high end offices, and digital marketing firms.

Notable Places:

Zephyr Towers - A sleek black skyscraper that's a hub for cyber security firm.

Neurolink Labs - A company experimenting with brain-interface technology.

Flux Lounge - High end, invite only social club where executives discuss business over cocktails.

Astra Bar - A bar with digital bartenders and waiters and drinks that glow under blacklight

Stratos Avenue -

Known for media, fashion, and high energy night life.

Notable places:

Veyren Broadcast Center - the city's largest media headquarters, airing new and digital influencers.

Runway 99 - An avant-garde fashion district where models walk beside holograms of the fashions creators.

Pulse plaza - A futuristic square where massive events take place and ads are projected into the skies.

The Grid - A rooftop lounge balcony with a stunning view of the cities skyline.

Synapse Alley -

A gritty underground area filled with hidden bars, black market tech, and cybernetic enhancement shops.

Notable Places:

Echo Bar - A secret jazz bar that Tristan visits from time to time. The only semi-safe place in the alley.

Bytes & Bites - A hacker café where people don't just sell coffee, they sell digital secrets.

The Raven Room - A speakeasy accessible only through a glitched billboard. Where people drank and talked shop over the latest illegal tech.

PawnXchange - A pawn shop for illegal tech, and stolen data drives.

Rainmere Street - A quiet hidden street, nothing to spectacular there home to three story walk ups.

Halloway Lane - A lesser known street where only locals wander, known for its "old world feel"

Wrenford Alley - old abandoned shops with swinging wooden signs and cobblestone road. A relic from the older days.

Bellrose Street - Home to Tristan and his bookshop~!

Dunhaven Street - Home to a small park with a pond and a playground, really only the "natural green" around these days without leaving the city.

Draycott Lane - A small street lined with homes and a few antique and second hand shops.

Easton Bridge - Pedestrian/vehicle bridge leading from the Pulse District to the residential district.

Lennox Street - A bustling road lined with chain food restaurants.

Verity Square - A plaza full of street vendors leads to Synapse alley.

Halloway Underpass - A tunnel beneath the train station where rain water pools beneath flickering lights. Leads to Holloway Road.

[aaliya-b]

The Future of Robots: How Intelligent Machines Are Entering Everyday Life

The idea of robots helping us at home or work used to be science fiction—but in 2025, it’s fast becoming reality. From robotic arms on factory floors to AI assistants in hospitals and homes, intelligent machines are redefining how we live and work.

Boston Dynamics, a pioneer in robotics, continues to develop lifelike robots that can walk, lift, and move with surprising agility. Their “Stretch” robot is already in use in warehouses to automate package handling. Meanwhile, Tesla’s Optimus project aims to build humanoid robots for general-purpose tasks like cooking or assisting elderly care.

On the software side, Ultimez Technology is developing smart AI logic that can be integrated into robotic platforms. Their HR monitoring model, for example, could easily translate into robot-assisted interview panels or workplace monitoring systems, making it easier for companies to track employee behavior and workplace engagement.

SoftBank’s Pepper robot is being used in retail and hospitality to interact with customers in multiple languages, offering a glimpse into socially intelligent robots.

These machines aren’t just replacing labor—they’re enhancing human capabilities, filling gaps in dangerous or repetitive roles. As AI becomes more intuitive and hardware becomes more agile, we’re looking at a near future where robots will be common coworkers, not just lab experiments.