#robee robot

[scogito]

RoBee, creato dalla italiana Oversonic Robotics, azienda di Besana Brianza (Monza) sorta nel 2020, è il primo robot umanoide cognitivo certificato per operare in fabbrica. Ad oggi, sono quasi 60 le applicazioni di RoBee nelle imprese italiane, dove svolge attività faticose, ripetitive e dannose per la salute fisica e psicologica dell’uomo: tutti quei lavori che l’uomo “non merita” di fare.

La presentazione di Robee ha preceduto il convegno dal titolo “Niente sarà più come prima: le macchine pensano".

Tutti i lavori ripetitivi possono ritenersi dannosi per la psiche umana, ma non potendo esplicitare il processo di sostituzione di un'intera fetta di civiltà, pongono la questione sull'opera salvifica delle mansioni brutte e pesanti.

In realtà tutto ciò che è possibile automatizzare verrà sostituito.

Dal punto di vista evolutivo questo processo costringe gli esseri umani a considerare la vita come qualcosa di diverso del "nasci-cresci-fatica-spendi-muori". Che non sigifica vivere andando a raccogliere margherite, ma interrogarsi sul senso di sé stessi per generare una condotta in base a questo e per creare tutt'altra prospettiva esistenziale.

La massa che non reinventerà in qualche modo se stessa non "serve" al Sistema.

[neonhellscape]

everyone watch out this magos figured out you can swing hot iron filings through the air and itll burn and obviously if it were not the omnissiahs vision to fill its censer with hot iron filings to use as a weapon then it would not have been brought to comprehend this function

[spibder]

been dead jumping around many things. rn i've been getting back into classic monsters n i love dr griffin to death so geeet bunny'd buddy

stick em somewhere

[sweetcircuits]

Happy 20th Anniversary, SRMTHFG! I am beyond proud to show my piece for the Holy Shuggazine! fanzine project organized by @srmt-zine! I wanted to showcase Chiro and Skeleton King's roles as opposing Chosen Ones and all the contrasting symbolism that comes with it. Chiro is one of my favorite characters and I am so happy that I got to draw him for the zine!

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[zt2cans]

doodles of stuff i like

[soundvsvision]

Season 2 Viktor you're everything I wanted, thank you

[bumblingbabooshka]

Time Travel Episode: Bright, Warm People. [Patreon | Commissions]

[lesamismorts]

the end of the eleventh hour where they reveal magnus was a red robe hits like crystal fucking meth no matter how many times i relisten

[nerdyperday]

Day 3233 ArtFight 21 Renxi, for ZAVIXEL

[aubrey-plush12]

Alright guys which one would shiny and thunder wear.it’d be funny to see them in whichever anyways.was also thinking of my oc Aubrey and thunder wearing this but couldn’t decide which one they would wear.

[floodgoblin]

Secret Santa I did for a friend!

[spaceratprodigy]

I think for halloween miss iris should be allowed to dress up like lady dimitrescu

[copepods]

i want to draw pebbles’s full body post-collapse to show how pathetic and broken he gets but it’s also….. so much work…….

[syppys-den]

mine too ^^

the wild robot is my new favorite movie probably

[2t2r]

Une robe araignée robotisée [video]

Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/une-robe-araignee-robotisee-video/

Une robe araignée robotisée [video]

[r3starttt]

GHOSTFACE CAITVI

CW: strap. oral. gun play. dom caitlyn <3

TAGLIST | KINKTOBER: @lewd-alien @greysontheidiot @jolyne @sapphic-ovaries @prwttiestbunny @visobsession @kiki5gigi @thesevi0lentdelights @femininologies | this is for @clairoscharm ily

“Drop it,” you hear from behind, a steady, robotic command cutting through the silence, ordering you to release the small blade clenched in your hand. “So obedient now, aren’t we?” Another figure steps closer, hands gripping your arms just above the elbows, holding you firm. You struggle, twisting and squirming to break free, but your efforts are useless. “Come on, pretty girl, make this easy, would you?” Their voice drips with amusement as they slide a mask over your face. Darkness closes in, leaving you with only faint, blurry shapes.

“Lay her down,” commands the first voice, steady and in control. You hear the door shut, the lock clicking into place as you stumble awkwardly, guided back to the mattress you’d been on just moments before. You’d only been doing your job—a special request, yes, but nothing unusual—until she’d walked in. Tall, tanned, with her hair in a messy bun and a body honed to perfection. Her hands on your hips, firm and cold, had made you forget everything but the way she looked at you with those warm, shining eyes, her lips plump and inviting.

The sound of movement snaps you back to the present, and you feel the weight pressing against your back, pinning you down. A metallic click and the chill of handcuffs bite into your wrists, leaving no room to fight. “Be a good girl and do what we say,” the other voice demands, a gun pressing to your temple. They flip you over, forcing you into a seated position, and as the mask is pulled from your face, you hear your name spoken, taunting.

“The fuck—” you start, but Caitlyn silences you with a calculated glare, her gun aimed right between your collarbones. “You owe us,” Vi purrs, her head tilting as she watches with a playful smirk. You glance at Caitlyn, hoping for some sense of restraint or reason, but all you find is her finger poised on the trigger, pointed directly at your heart. "Open."

Your breath raises the gun up and down whole you try to think of anything to do, but it only ends with your legs wide open for them. Vi's hands are fast over your legs, barely touching your inner thighs as she makes space for her to fit between your legs. Caitlyn’s nails dig into your skin as she pushes you into the matresss.

You feel the cold and harsh of the gun between your thighs, they exchange the handle quickly before Caitlyn can take off her mask. Her hair is made into a messy bun that quickly fades to let her hair cascade on the sides of her face. "Oh- Fuck-" Caitlyn is quick to shush you, her finger between your lips and her eyebrows into a subtle raise to warn you. The tip of the gun makes enough friction over your clit you make you buck your hips closer. "Look at that..." Caitlyn’s attention was brought to your pussy, Vi's hands occupied with her gun, glistening with your wet. "Go on." she nods to you. "Just like that... so pretty." the tone lowers just the slightest, not enough to become a whisper.

You hump at your own rithym, watching on your side the tall figure sitting on a couch next to you. Her legs open wide as she manspreads and her black cloves disappear under her arms as she crosses them.

Vi kneels properly, opening your legs wider and adding enough pressure on your knees with both her elbows to keep you stay still. Your mouth opens enough to let out quiet whines, little prayers to give them the full show you'd give- just this time a bit too real.

"Stop- mhm." Caitlyn commands again, exchanging a quiet communication with Vi who's quick on standing and burning the black robe covering her toned body up enough to let the strap peek through. "You ready baby? yeah, you are... oh fuck-" her hands grip tightly behind your thighs, spreading your pussy apart to fill you in with the length of her cock. It slides in with so much ease, and the sight is as obscene as the wet of it.

Caitlyn stands up again, her boots loud against the floor with each step closer she gives. Her hands come to pick at her gun, a proud on her face as she notices the wet.

She makes her way in between, her lips pressing into Vi's with disgusting fervor and tender- just like only she could. Her fingers hover over her gloves as she takes them off, tossing them next to you along the weapon. The cold of her digits cup Vi's cheek bones into small circles, rubbed in a comfort one could only get from the Kiramman. And you stare, hoping to touch, to be part of it- but it doesn't happen and you just have to wait with the bruising grip on your thighs and the strap barely moving inside you.

"Doing so good..." Vi's eyes turn into puppy- like at the praise, which only makes Caitlyn prouder, hungrier. She steps behind, holding her tits over the fabric while her other hand slips over your clit to rub small circles over. She's got you both a mess for her with little nothings and gentle brushes.

Vi thrusts her hips slowly, humping against caitlyn as she does. Her nipples are ridiculously sensitive and the strap hits her clit just right. Withing each thrust you whine too, and fuck it drives them insane.

You'll truly do anything they ask, after all you do owe them, more than one.

"Yeah? that feels good?" Kiramman mocked you both, a grin on her face before she sucked on Vi's neck who was already staring to whine, one of her hands coming to your breasts while the other kept steady behind your leg, holding it up and sprayed for her to admire at your pussy.

You were overwhelmingly stimulated. Nipples sensitive under the pinching touch of Vi. Your clit kissed by the pads of Caitlyns fingers and your walls clenching deliciously tight around Vi's cock. And the sight in front of you so pretty. Dark eyes closed shut, nipples that were seen through the black fabric, teeth holding it to let the smallest sight of her toned abdomen while Caitlyn kissed on the gentle skin, never moving her eyes from you.

"Good girl." She whispered to Vi before leaving her side to come to you. Your pussy now only for Vi to take.

"Open, just like that." and you were sucking on her fingers- gagging at it. “gets tighter when she's scared.” Vi managed to breathe while she sinked inside you, holding your hips in place as the fabric fell over your bodies. "Oh I know..." The blue haired purred, admiring how good you took her, how pretty the saliva dripped on her fingers as she trusted at a slower speed than Vi.

"We've tried so hard to be gentle for you, but you just have to be fucking insistent, mhm? think you can hide for long and pretend you've got this on your own?” Caitlyn’s fingers rubbed on your clit, overstimulating your drenched pussy. You shocked your head with desperation, gagging mid way as she sinked her fingers deeper inside you. Vi's thrusts became deeper and harsher too. "You belong to us, to me. Remember that."