#machineposting

[vevellauline]

> Robot girl whose body has sentimental value

> Robot girl whose owner has covered it in stickers of things she likes

> Robot girl whose owner does its maintenance and whose body is so far from the factory default that its owner is the only one who can do that maintenance

> Robot girl who is covered in small dents and scratches from the antics it gets up to with its owner

> Robot girl whose body tells a story

[labcoated-lunacy]

eroticism of the machine this, eroticism of the machine that. what about the AROMANTICISM of the machine. what about the electric comfort of looking at a beautiful turbine engine and knowing that it is just like you. what about the urge to cut open your chest to prove your heart is made of wires and your ribs are made of steel. what about that

[w1re-m0ther]

SHOUTOUT TO FAT BITCHES 🗣🗣🗣

[stefisdoingthings]

more viktor machineposting. this is getting out of hand

[mercyluvsyouuu]

Reblog for bigger sample size :3 /nf

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

the incredible sexual tension between the strong and powerful 14000 tonne mining machine and this fragile and weak little car....

[hyacinthdoll1315]

Celebration

An angel flies between water-soaked streets. It was a rainy night and the skies are still grey, though with a few patches of light between. Its wings flicker as its divine power glistens off away. It has no one to be with on a day such as this, and so it flies, enjoying what time it has.

The angel sees something glisten in a dark alleyway, translucent wings wet and motionless, setae soaked and heavy. The angel flies down to the moth, curled up, trembling and pained.

"Why are you in a place such as this, when you could be with other moths, celebrating with a good meal of fabric?" The angel asks.

The moth replies, "The others do not care for me, and so have left me here. I thought we'd always be together, but now their home is theirs and no more mine."

"Then on a night as this, where we would be alone, perhaps we can celebrate together?"

The two hold hands as they fly together, finding peace in the other's company. The sky is still grey, the streets a glistening mirror.

The moth hears something tick in a small corner of the street. Its body cracked and ragged, its gears rusted and uncoiled. The moth flies down to the doll, worn down, still, resigned.

"Why are you in a place such as this, when you could be celebrating with tea and your witch?" The moth asks.

The doll replies, "My witch has no more need of me, I am but a tool, once cared for and used. Now I am no more than discarded rubbish."

"Then on a night as this, where we would lose our hearts alone, perhaps we can care for each other?"

The three now fly together, the doll in the moth and the angel's embrace. The sky is still grey, but now not so lonely.

The doll sees something crying on a rooftop. Its neck scorched and torn, its eyes frantic and haunted. The doll comes down to the pilot, crying, shaky and lost.

"Why are you in a place such as this, when you could be celebrating in your mech or with other pilots?" The Doll asks,

The mech pilot replies, "They took me from us, destroyed and scrapped us, they tore me from my body, and now there is only a torn heart."

"Then on a night as this, where we would suffer our losses of ourselves, perhaps we can fill each other?"

The four now fly together, their hearts connected as one. The sky is dark, but not so grey anymore. Together they fill and care and are not alone.

The pilot feels something shift in a ray of light. Its weapon dull and cold, its magic fades and falters. The pilot drops down to the magical girl, sad, confused and hurt.

"Why are you in a place such as this, when you could be enjoying sweet treats with your magical friends?" The pilot asks.

The magical girl replies, "My friends are dead and have become monsters, as are all our fates. now I am alone, the only one left, with no one to help me."

"Then on a night as this, where we would be left to our own ends, perhaps we can comfort each other."

The five flew together, and others joined as well. A witch with no company, a demon left to rot, a machine lost to advancement, a maker without what they made, a drone without commands, a harbinger with nothing to message.

Altogether they shared and loved and laughed and cared and filled and comforted and held and saved and protected. The sky was not so dark now, and while it had rained before, the skies parted for their group. And so they were happy. And though before they were alone, now they were together. And so they all celebrated.

[hyprbeam]

listen i know ive been talking about like robots and computers and the machine alot lately but i need you to know theres an important unspoken qualifier here okay. if your robot is humanoid at all you GOTTA make them fat. you have to . 4 me. okay? do you understand? do you hear me??? more fat robots forever and ever and ever. i should be put in charge of everything

[spiralnymph]

it’s practiced these moves, this technique — it’s been honing its programming so intensely. primary directive: please its maker, and it will do so to its dying breath.

the lights focus on the ring floor, the smoke machines cough up the proper ambience for an event of this size. the drama is palpable; everyone knows only one lovingly crafted droid will be leaving this ring. and the bets have been placed.

in one corner, quickly, narrowly, the rail-thin stature of a piecemeal domestic gynoid-turned-melee assault droid presides. one side has been fitted with a forearm and fist too large for it, and the other has no fist at all. a metal club hangs there. burdened. its feet have been replaced as well, swapped with a heavy defense droid’s originally meant for corporate riot control. clearly this was an attempt at counterbalance, with its top half bearing so much weight. it looks up at its opponent. encumbered.

do not ask how it is feeling, it cannot answer.

the eight foot tall tower of a retrofitted warbot looms, its shadow cast over the barely occupied ring. the indistinct bot readies its stance. a club heaved into position. this was never meant to be fair.

as the mechanical bell sounds, this much is clear.

as metal is rended from metal by fully articulated fingers, bolts snap and plates tear, there is a floaty laugh from the now-limbless steel darling. the gamblers and bloodthirsty observers watch in abject pleasure as the mess of wires and scrap metal laughs, and laughs, and laughs, as more is axed and pulled from it.

a sterling plate from behind its false face sits delicately, peacefully, on the floor. the unfitting legs riven from torso, arms meant for murder cleaved from it in a fit. glittering in showlights, a shrapnel, or confetti, or rain. beautiful synthetic entrails pulled taut.

it laughs.

it laughs!

it’s never felt so weightless!

and it’s completed its directive.

[vevellauline]

> Needy robot girl who put her charging station by the door so she can be right there when you get home

> Clingy robot girl who is always "accidentally" getting dented or damaged so you'll do her maintenance

> Clingy robot girl who insists on you letting her use your phone as a "body" so she can be carried around in your pocket all day

> Needy robot girl who spend the entire day meticulously doing chores with absolute precision and to absolute perfection so that you'll praise her when you get home

> Needy robot girl who worries you'll replace her because of that one time 2 years ago that she ran out of power in the middle of her housework

> Clingy robot girl who sends push notifications to you if you spend too much time on the computer or your phone without giving her attention

> Needy robot girl who cooling fans because noticeably louder when you hold her hand

> Needy robot girl how has an entire folder on her hard drive dedicated to picture of the two of you together

> Needy robot girl. . . (Its me, I'm the needy robot girl [^-^])

[floortile34]

puopy has an entire 12 kibibits of memory!!!

adopt now!! for only 5$ allowance per day!! (operating costs not included)

[w1re-m0ther]

Robotgirl with a fetish for getting ferrofluids poured on her. is this anything

[lockhartandlych]

if i had to pick a machine to kin i think it'd be some kind of satellite. drifting through the vast void, watching the stars and planets, analyzing the endless with wonder. singing happy birthday alone on a barren world. guarding a greeting within me as i venture beyond the bounds of knowledge. the universe saying hello to itself.

[mercyluvsyouuu]

I wrote about this in a journal once but I'll share it here too.. why not

Anyway, the other day I saw a video of one of those new robots they're testing and it had a mirror for a face. When i first saw it I couldn't even describe how I felt about it. I wonder what sort of experience it would be to look it directly in the face and see yourself

This machine, impossibly complicated and stronger than any human could ever be is now staring at you. You are staring at it. You don't see an individual or any defining features but you see *yourself*—it has no identity aside from those who have created it. And I realize now that when we play God we face the same consequences as God—we stare our creation in the face and only see ourselves in it

[soundsofastar]

Machines are also inherently divine I think

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

porky is JUST like me (gay for robots)