#robotics and coding kits

[curiouskidzzaus]

Ignite Young Minds with Robot Building and Coding Kits

Want to give your child a head start in problem-solving and critical thinking? Curious Kidzz’s robot building and coding kit is perfect for hands-on learning that’s fun and screen-free.

Ready-to-use kit with user-friendly programming cards

Includes obstacle course components for interactive play

Ideal for kids ages 5+ to learn foundational STEM skills

Shop for our robotics and coding kits that transform learning into fun here: https://curiouskidzz.com.au/product-category/robotics-coding/

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

One day

One day I hope people realize that Kitsunami already "broke through his programming" back by issue #56 of Idw Sonic

He had an entire mini arc where he dealt with being without Surge for the first time, and in the real world. He met Sonic and his friends directly, tried to work out what his purpose would be without Surge in his life (gave it a shot trying to devote himself to Sonic, seeing him as the next best thing after Surge). And when it was all said and done, he decided after experiencing more that at Surge's side is where he wanted to be.

As of the recent IDW issues, Kit isn't sticking with Surge "because of programming" and "because he just needs for other characters to friend him and turn him into a better person". He is at her side because he wants to be. He protects her and aids her because he cares about her, not just because he's serving the strongest guy in the room. And he's not interacting with others because he's decided not to give a shit about anyone else other than Surge (because from his pov, even the "good guys" are fake. From his pov, everyone is someone trying to lie and manipulate their way into pulling him and Surge to their side)

Kit already has decided what he wants to do with his life. And he decided it on his own. Not because of anyone else's wants or wishes. That's the whole point of his speech at the end of #56.

He's burying whatever his and Surge's past is and moving forward with his conviction to be with Surge because it's what he wants.

[miunachan]

Ultimate List of Business Ideas ♥ [UPDATED]

Hi ❀ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

Today, after hours of brainstorming and collecting impressions, I proudly present to you the ultimate list of business ideas for the newly released Businesses & Hobbies pack ✧. ✲ﾟ･｡✧･ﾟ

I've categorized the business ideas to provide a more structured overview, because there are so many  (๑❛ʚ❛๑). They are sorted into the following categories: 📌 Service-based small businesses 🍽️ Restaurants & entertainment venues 🛍️ Retail & creative shops 🛠️ Craft & manufacturing businesses 🎭 Fantasy & unconventional businesses.

Also for some of these ideas, I recommend using CC or mods to deepen the immersion, but that's completely up to you — sometimes using your own imagination does the trick too~ The recommended or sometimes necessary packs are included behind the business idea as well as CC/mod recommendation markers ❀��❀

If you feel like something's missing, please comment your idea(s) and I will happily add them to the list so that the compendium can continue to grow (◕ω◕✿)

My other story ideas ✧. ✲ﾟ･｡✧･ﾟ ✿ Soft & Cozy Story Ideas ✿ Very Dramatic Story Ideas

Please take a look at my Patreon for more cute Sims 4 stuff~ You can find the original post here.

As always, happy simming! - MiunaChan ♥

📌 Service-Based Small Businesses

💉 Tattoo Studio (Hobbies & Businesses) 💆 Wellness Studio/Spa (Spa Day) 💅 Nail Salon (Spa Day) 💇 Hair Salon/Barbershop (CC/mods recommended) 💆‍♂️ Massage Center (Spa Day) 🧖 Sauna / Onsen Retreat (Spa Day, Snowy Escape) 🏋️ Gym & Personal Training (Fitness Stuff, Spa Day) 🧘 Yoga Studio (Spa Day) 🏔️ Rock Climbing Tours (Snowy Escape) ⛸️ Ice Skating Rink (Seasons) 🎢 Roller Skating Rink (Seasons) 🏊 Pool (Seasons) 📖 Library

👶 Daycare for Infants & Toddlers (Seasons, Parenthood) 🤓 Preschool (Parenthood, High School Years) 🐱 Pet Daycare (Cats & Dogs) 🐕 Pet Training & Agility Classes (Cats & Dogs)

🏨 Hotel/Motel (Get to Work) 🧺 Laundrette (Laundry Day Stuff) 🎉 Event Planning Agency (My Wedding Stories) 🏥 Cosmetic Surgery Clinic (CC/mods recommended) 🗣️ Public Relations Agency

🏕️ Campground & Outdoor Retreat (Outdoor Retreat) 🏞️ Private Garden Maze & Fishing Lake (Cottage Living) 🏫 Lecture Hall & Public Speaking Center 🤖 Robotics Workshop (Discover University) 🎭 Improv Theater & Acting School (Get Famous, Get to Work) 📖 Creative Writing & Journalism Workshops 👗 Etiquette & Manners School (My Wedding Stories) 💻 Coding Bootcamp & IT Training 🎮 E-Sports & Gaming Coaching

🍽️ Restaurants & Entertainment Venues

💻 Internet Café 🐾 Pet Café (Cats & Dogs) 🎲 Tabletop & Board Game Café 🧋 Bubble Tea Shop (High School Years)

🍔 Fast-Food Restaurant (Dine Out) 🥐 Bistro (Cozy Bistro Kit, Dine Out) ☕ Traditional Tea House (Snowy Escape) 🥦 Vegan Specialty Store (Cottage Living) 🥘 Food Market & Culinary Stalls (Cottage Living, City Living)

🎤 Bar/Lounge/Nightclub/Karaoke Club (City Living, Get Together) 🎸 Live Music & Jazz Club 😂 Comedy Club 🎥 Cinema (Movie Hangout Stuff) 🎳 Bowling Alley (Bowling Night Stuff)

🍦 Ice Cream Parlor (Seasons) 🎂 Bakery/Pastry Shop (Dine Out) 🚚 Food Truck (Snowy Escape, Cottage Living) 🧑‍🍳 Cooking Classes & Culinary School (Dine Out, Cottage Living)

🍇 Vineyard & Wine Tasting (Cottage Living) 🍸 Barista & Mixology Courses 🏰 Medieval Tavern (Get Together, Seasons) 🎭 Movie Studio Tour (Get Famous) 🏦 Museum & Science Exhibition (Discover University)

🛍️ Retail & Creative Shops

🌸 Flower Shop (Seasons) 💐 Flower Arranging School (Seasons) 🕯️ Candle Shop (Eco Lifestyle) 🏺 Pottery Studio (Hobbies & Businesses)

🖼️ Art Gallery (Get to Work) 🎨 Artist’s Studio & Creative Workshops (City Living) 📚 Bookstore (Get to Work) 📖 Comic Book & Nerd Store (City Living, Journey to Batuu) 🖌️ Art Studio & Painting Classes (City Living, Get to Work)

🧸 Toy Store 🛎️ Souvenir Shop (Island Living, Snowy Escape, Journey to Batuu) 🔮 Crystal & Occult Store (Realm of Magic, Crystal Creations Kit) 💎 Crystal Workshop (Crystal Creations Kit) 🏺 Antique Shop (Eco Lifestyle) 🔥 Fireworks Shop (Seasons) 🎵 Record & Music Instrument Store (City Living) 🎸 Music School (City Living)

📷 Photography Studio & Workshops (Get to Work, City Living) 🧥 Thrift Store (High School Years, Eco Lifestyle) 👘 Costume & Formal Wear Rental (CC/mods recommended)

🛠️ Craft & Manufacturing Businesses

🪑 Furniture Workshop (Eco Lifestyle) 💍 Jewelry Design Studio (Crystal Creations Kit) 👗 Bridal Boutique (My Wedding Stories) 💡 Lamp & Lighting Workshop 🎸 Musical Instrument Crafting (City Living) 👠 Shoe Workshop (CC/mods recommended) 👜 Handbag & Leather Goods Studio (CC/mods recommended) 👕 Tailoring & Fashion Design (CC/mods recommended)

🏡 Tiny House Design & Sales (Tiny Houses, Eco Lifestyle) 🌱 Gardening & Herbalism Workshops (Cottage Living, Realm of Magic) 🔧 DIY & Handicraft Workshops (Eco Lifestyle)

🎭 Fantasy & Unconventional Businesses (CC/Mods Recommended)

🕵️ Private Detective Agency (Get to Work) 💘 Dating Agency 🧹 Cleaning Service 🧠 Psychological Counseling & Therapy 🏚️ Second-Hand Furniture Store (Eco Lifestyle)

🎨 Black Market for Stolen Art (Get to Work, Jungle Adventure) 🧑‍🔬 Secret Alchemy Lab (Realm of Magic) 🎲 Backyard Poker Club 🎰 Gambling Den or Casino (Get to Work) 💻 Cybercriminal Hacker Hideout (Get to Work) 🏚️ Brothel 💋 Woohoo Playrooms 🔮 Medium/Psychic Business (Realm of Magic) 🧪 Potion Bar (Realm of Magic) 🕍 Cemetery & Tombstone Sales (Live and Death, Realm of Magic) 🦇 Secret Occult Society (Vampires, Werewolves, Realm of Magic) 🏕️ Nudist Colony 🕹️ Arcade & Retro Gaming Lounge (High School Years, City Living) 💭 Bubble Blower Lounge (City Living) ⛪ Church

[ideastoimplement]

Interactive Robots Equipped With Coding | AI Robot For Kids | Ideal Gift...

[wosospacegirl]

https://x.com/barcacomio/status/1916523453164785667

omg this is soooo kika and r coded omg even during all the chaos there's only one person they want to be with

The final whistle had barely blown before the pitch dissolved into chaos.

Blue and red flags waved from the stands, players sprinted in every direction, and the small crowd roared with the kind of electricity only a Champions League semifinal win could summon.

But even in the flood of movement and noise, Y/n’s eyes searched for only one person.

Kika.

She spotted her near the sideline, propped up on crutches, her right leg still in a brace.

She was laughing–of course she was–cheeks flushed, clutching a tiny Barça flag like she hadn’t just watched the game from the bench. Like she hadn’t spent the past weeks in physio, forcing a smile through the frustration.

Y/n groaned under her breath. She could already feel her blood pressure rising.

Unbelievable.

Without thinking, she cut across the pitch, dodging teammates and cameras until she was in front of her. Arms crossed.

Frown locked in place.

“Kika,” she said, firm and unimpressed.

Kika’s head snapped up, and for a second, her entire face lit up. Like Y/n was the only person she'd been waiting to see.

“Y/n!” she chirped. “Did we just make it to the final or what?”

Y/n didn’t respond. She was already reaching out, steadying her by the elbow. “You’re not supposed to be on the pitch.”

Kika blinked. “But--”

“You promised you would rest,” Y/n continued, narrowing her eyes at the brace. “You should be sitting down.”

“I was sitting,” Kika said sweetly. “But then you guys started winning--I got excited.”

Y/n sighed and pulled her into a careful hug, muttering, “You’re the most stubborn person I have ever met.”

Behind them, chaos spun on–flags, hugs, victory cries–but for Y/n, everything else faded away. 

Kika was here. And for now, that was all she cared about.

“You’re the one that carried us today,” Kika whispered, her voice soft, nose brushing Y/n’s cheek.

“I just did my job,” Y/n muttered, cheeks pink.

“You did a very good job, then.”

Y/n was about to grumble something sarcastic when she caught the way Kika’s expression shifted. Her lips trembled slightly. The shine in her eyes wasn’t just excitement anymore.

“Hey,” Y/n said gently. “What’s wrong?”

Kika blinked quickly, trying to keep the tears at bay. “It’s nothing. I just... I didn’t think I would get to see this. Not like this.”

Y/n’s chest tightened. She pulled her in closer.

“You should be playing,” she said quietly. “I'm sorry you can't, meu bem.”

Kika shook her head. “Don’t get mad. I’m still here. I got to see the team, you--it's just a lot to take in, I'm still very proud of you guys.”

Y/n's arms never loosened. She held her like she was afraid to let Kika go.

“You don’t have to be strong right now,” Y/n said softly, then paused, realising how stiff and clinical it sounded coming out of her mouth. Her face warmed. “I mean--crying’s allowed. Like, you have full permission. From me... I mean, you can cry, and I’ll comfort you. No panic. Totally normal.”

Kika let out a wet little laugh into her shoulder, her fingers curling tighter into the fabric of Y/n’s kit. “You’re such a robot sometimes.”

“Yeah, well,” Y/n grumbled, shifting slightly to shield herself better from the press of cameras. “But I just made it to the final of the Champions League, so I think it’s ok..”

And just like that, Kika laughed again, brighter this time–but still tucked into her shoulder.

It wasn’t dramatic–it was the kind of crying that came from relief, from months of holding it all in.

“I love you,” Kika whispered.

Y/n closed her eyes, her voice barely above the noise of the crowd. “Yeah,” she murmured. “I know. Me too.”

They stood there in it, in the mess of joy and exhaustion and all the things they weren’t quite saying.

And then–

“KIKINHA!”

Y/n flinched as a familiar voice pierced the air. Her head turned slowly, almost like she already knew what was coming.

Alexia came charging toward them at full speed, eyes wide and sparkling with victory. She didn’t stop before she reached them, launching herself into a full-body hug like crutches weren’t a thing that existed.

“We did it!” Alexia shouted, practically bouncing. “I told you we would win this one for you, Kika!”

Y/n stood there, stone-faced. “Yes, of course. Ruin our moment. Thank you, Alexia.”

Alexia just grinned wider. “You’re welcome,” she said cheerfully, still latched onto both of them.

Kika laughed, still breathless, her eyes rimmed pink from crying, but so full of light. She was taking it all in.

And even Y/n, grumpy, overprotective, completely in love, couldn’t help but smile, just a little.

“This is the worst day of my life,” she muttered, hopelessly squished between a beaming Alexia and a teary, laughing Kika.

But she didn’t let go.

Not of Kika. Not for a second.

..

Sorry, this is small, I got like zero energy to write anything remotely worth reading.

[valacre]

: ̗̀➛ Give Me Some Time

Sentinel Prime x Reader - Transformers One Summary: In a different timeline, D-16 did not kit-kat Sentinel but instead had codes forcibly implanted into his processor where he’d be permanently stuck in a mass-displaced form, and with his t-cog forcibly removed in front of the masses of Iacon, he was then publicly humiliated, dragged around like a slave for all to mock, and then thrown into a pod to be sent out into space. Hopefully, it’d been for him to die all alone, but whether by the grace or curse of Primus, hidden stores of energon had been onboard, and with his new form being so little, Sentinel did not have much need to refuel often. Still, with space madness tearing away at his mind, he slowly began to lose hope… Until he accidentally went into stasis only to later be re-awakened by a very odd sight; you.

Screeching as you toss a branch at him, he growls and glares furiously at you, wishing to transform his servo into a blaster but knowing he couldn’t. Luckily, he was still much stronger than you, being able to protect himself from your feeble attacks by simply holding an arm up, though the whole reason for your dramatic antics had been mostly his fault… Not that he’d really meant to punch you once he came online, but your strange organic face had been right there; it’d surprised him.

“What the fuck are you?!” you scream, picking up rocks and tossing them at him too, stepping back to avoid him attacking you in return. Your left cheekbone had swelled and was turning a ghastly shade of blue and purple, and your left eye was partly closed due to it all, though that didn’t stop you from glaring daggers at him.

Honestly, he was surprised by your lack of fear. He’d expected you to flee once he stood up, not throw whatever lay around like some kind of wild animal. However, a wild animal is exactly what you were, so, really, he shouldn’t be surprised at all.

“Will you stop attacking me? Can’t you see that your pathetic attempts to harm me do nothing?” said he, huffing and looking over his frame, frowning at the new scratches you’d given him. Millennia stuck in space, travelling at a gruellingly slow pace to Primus knew where; the first half of it spent going mad with loneliness, the other half spent in blessed stasis, yet he somehow only takes notice of his appearance just now. He’s always been meticulous, proud of his frame and its shine, but time dulled his colours and scratches he didn’t recognise adorned him here and there. Self-inflicted? He couldn’t be quite sure, but your fit had surely given him new ones.

“Are you some kind of sentient robot?” you ask, holding a large stick and pointing it at him threateningly. Was that supposed to look like some kind of sword? The sight of it almost made Sentinel laugh; almost. “Well?!”

“Stop your shouting,” said he, brushing leaves off himself as he watched you, not quite able to look away. You were uncannily similar to Cybertronians, your face, your body, all organic, of course, and yet still so similar in many ways. How was he able to understand you, though? Another fun fact about the ancient code neither he nor D-16 for that matter, had fully understood? Well, no matter, he didn’t care, it just felt good to talk to someone again, whether they were a disgusting organic or not. At least your optics were pretty to look at.

… Primus, he really had gone mad.

Taking a few more steps back, you glance over your shoulder and towards the stream, probably eyeing up the logs that lay as a bridge over the running water. Were you planning on running? Somehow, as ridiculous as it made him feel, it almost made Sentinel panic. He didn’t want to be alone again.

“Wait,” said he, holding out his arms in a non-threatening manner. “I think we got off on the wrong pede here.”

“You punched me!”

“Ah, yes, I apologise for that. I didn’t intend to hurt you, you merely surprised me, is all.”

“Do you hit everyone who surprises you?” you ask, still glaring.

Sentinel cleared his intake. “I have been lost in space for millennia, half of it spent in stasis. I don’t think you would react kindly to an alien face being so close to your own after so suddenly waking up, would you?” asked he, speaking softly to you in hopes that your anger would falter. You were a primitive race, surely, it couldn’t be too difficult to manipulate you.

You blinked. “Millennia?” you said, disbelieving. “How—what?”

He took a single step towards you, keeping a friendly smile on his face plate, knowing he still towered over you, shrunken wings tucked behind him. “Why don’t we try this again; I am Sentinel.” He held a servo to his chassis, digits twitching once he felt the empty t-cog compartment, thoughts immediately wandering off to the image of D-16 tearing it out of him. He must have made an expression you didn’t like, because as he took another step, still lost in thought, a twig broke beneath his pede and you jumped; fear quickly overtaking your face.

You turned and fled.

“No, wait!” Panic shook through Sentinel’s spark and he acted without thought, the fear of being left alone again too raw, the madness of space still fresh within his processor, the need of someone, anyone, just being there with him too strong to ignore.

You cast a glance over your shoulder, screaming bloody murder once you noticed him following closely behind, your feet suddenly carrying you faster than Sentinel thought possible. How were you so fast? Though taller than you he had a difficult time keeping up, the nature around him alien, roots of trees stronger than first believed and tripping him, forcing him down with a heavy thud upon the ground.

“Please!” he called, disoriented from low energon levels, pathetically desperate not to be left alone. “Please, don’t leave me! Please!” Rising again, he rushed after you, picking up speed and gaining on you. He can hear you scream, barely able to truly see what he’s doing, vision blurring, but he’s caught you.

Oh, you’re so soft.

You’re trashing and screaming and short of breath, but you’re in his arms and it feels so good to touch someone again, and you’re so soft, not at all like a Cybertronian, all rounded and smooth. And he’s falling onto his aft, leaning against a tall tree as he holds you, thoughts wandering as his optics offline.

“Don’t leave,” he says, voice unimaginably gentle, so unlike him. “Don’t leave me, please.” He’s squeezing you, not too hard, not wanting to harm you; to frighten you. He just needs this, this contact, your touch no matter how alien it is. And you’ve stopped trashing, still breathing rapidly, your organic spark beating wildly within your chest.

“Sentinel… That was your name?” you ask after a while, breath calming though you’re still tense.

He purrs, unconsciously, comforted by someone saying his name. Comforted by someone speaking to him, hears you say your own name, oddly sounding, yet fitting you quite well. And you try to push his arms away, wishing to be released, but he refuses; not yet.

“Wait,” he says, sighing and leaning his face plate into your hair, trying to compose himself yet his processor is still panicked, still afraid of the loneliness. “Just… give me a moment.” He doesn’t expect the mercy, the pain of D-16 tearing his t-cog out of his chassis somehow still fresh, but you quiet down and relax your body, calming in his arms, growing less afraid of him.

Next Music: Holst – The Planets, Op. 32: III. Mercury, the Winged Messenger & Musical Wanderings – Ethereal

[pupdoc0916]

Transformation

“Tails, get down!”  

The deep voice carried over the cacophony of sound causing Tails to look up from his device.  His eyes widened when they caught the sight of a explosive rolling toward him after being released from the rogue drone.  His body froze, mind racing, he was unable to move as he heard the beep coming from the device begin to speed, indicating the imminent detonation.

The wind was knocked from him as he was grabbed and quickly pulled aside and flung to the floor as the explosion rocked the ground beneath them.  There was a soft grunt in his ear as he hit the pavement.  Tails struggled to find breath after the impact.  His dazed mind slowly looked up as he pushed himself to his knees, ears ringing, and saw his big brother jump to his feet and throw a large piece of rubble at the haywire enemy.

He crawled across the debris on the ground, finding his device and pulling to toward him.  A blue blur ran by and he watched as Sonic dodged the oncoming laser fire and struck the machine with a heavy blow.

Tails shook his head trying to force the ringing from his ears and the kit pushed himself to his feet.  He dug through his bag, grabbing his next weapon of interest.  He aimed and fired, causing an electric net to shoot from the tip, grabbing the drone and causing sparks and screeching as it began to short circuit.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Knuckles grab another rock and, while the machine was fumbling, threw it down, crushing the metal contraption underneath.  

Tails bent over, hands on his knees, trying to regain his breathing and nerves.  He pushed his back against the flipped car which was now providing cover and protection.  Knuckles knelt next to him, one large hand still perched on Tails’ shoulder protectively as he ensured the drone was not going to rise again.  With a blur of blue Sonic materialized on his other side.

“You guys OK?” the hedgehog asked, green eyes scanning over the foxes body in search for injuries.

“I’m fine Sonic!” Tails insisted.  “But we need to regroup.  If my scans are correct the main threat is almost here.”

The main threat.  Tails swallowed hard as he felt the ground shake under the weight of approaching danger.  According to GUN they were trying to purge Eggman’s remaining drones to ensure they could not be used again.  But Eggman had been clever.  And it seemed, even without the presence of the doctor, his tech could be dangerous and deadly.  GUN had tried to disconnect and purge a known stash of drones, only, due to Eggman’s codes, to activate them.

People had already been hurt as the large robotic threat woke.  Smaller drones activated to fill the air with gun shots and explosions and despite GUN’s efforts the tech had escaped.

He and his brothers had been called upon to stop the threat.  But so far, neither of them could find a way to destroy the large robot that made its way through the small desert town that happened to be in its way.

Sonic had ensured that the towns people found cover, rushing ahead to warn the citizens to take cover while Knuckles and himself tried to slow the progress of the drones.  The small weapons were relatively simple to take down.  But the larger machine, the one that towered before them as it turned the corner and into their eyesight, was not so easy.  

Tails swallowed hard as it came into view, only a few apparent dents within the heavily fortified armor.  It almost reminded him of what Eggman had built with the Master Emerald, but this was not powered by emerald energy, but gathered energy from Sonic’s powerful quills loaded with chaos.  And this one was unmanned.  There was no taunting, no reasoning.  It was awoken with one purpose - destroy all that opposed it with no concern for collateral damage.

“So what’s the plan?” Sonic asked, eyeing the small fox.

“I’m trying to hack the database but Eggman buried the codes deep.  I can’t get through to stop it.” he lamented.  “I am trying everything I can.”

“OK, keep trying.” Sonic urged.  “I think we may need to get the towns people to evacuate.  They aren’t safe in the buildings anymore.”

Tails nodded and turned toward Knuckles.  The echidna had been quiet next to them as they discussed next steps.  But through the pause in conversation he looked up and met his brother’s eyes.

“We cannot let these people lose their homes.” he said firmly.

“Then what do you suggest?” Sonic asked.  “Everything we’ve tried so far isn’t working.”

A blast rocked the earth around them as a laser fired toward their current cover causing the three boys to duck to avoid flying debris.  They were running out of time.

“We can get the master emerald.” Sonic suggested.  “I can get the chaos emeralds and destroy it before it can hurt anyone else.”

Another blast, this one hitting a near by building.  Screaming was heard as the towns people ran from the explosion, once again pressing the urgency of the situation.

“No time.” Knuckles answered.  “And the chaos emeralds are unpredictable.  We cannot be sure of their effect.”

“Then what?” Tails asked, fear entering his voice.

Tails gasped in fear as the echidna suddenly lurched forward.  He watched as Knuckles lowered his head and closed his eyes as if in pain.  His eyes clenched and breaths became quick.  Then, to Tails’ horror, his body lurched back, every muscle tense within his body.  His face was twisted into a grimace.

“Knuckles?”  he asked fearfully.

“The rocket launcher is pointed directly at us!” Sonic exclaimed.  “We have to move!”

Tails tried to grab Knuckles, who was now curled on himself, to try and pull him away but his hand was thrown back by a surge of energy.  Tails pulled his hand to his chest.  “Knuckles, we need to move!”

“Come on!” Sonic exclaimed.  “Knuckles!”

A blast erupted from the chamber as the rocket careened towards their location.  They were out of time.  Tails grabbed Sonic’s hand as the impending doom approached.  But there was no death.  There was no pain.  The fox opened his clenched eyes and his mouth dropped as he took in a glowing haze of pink.

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Knuckles hid behind the car as he heard his brothers scheme.  He clenched his teeth in frustration.  He needed to protect these people.  He needed to protect his brothers.  In a bid of desperation he reached out the tentative connection of the Master Emerald, stretched thin due to distance.

“We can get the Master Emerald.” Sonic suggested.  “I can get the chaos emeralds and destroy it before it can hurt anyone else.”

Another blast, this one hitting a near by building.  Screaming was heard as the towns people ran from the explosion, once again pressing the urgency of the situation.  Knuckles raised his eyes and his chest tightened as he watched the innocents run for cover as this robot destroyed their town.

“No time.” Knuckles answered.  “And the chaos emeralds are unpredictable.  We cannot be sure of their effect.”

Than, as if in answer, the flickering thread he had called upon moments ago began to strengthen, almost as if his words and distress called upon the power so intricately connected to his being.  The energy grew in strength, the connection widening.  A buzz tickled his chest and he brought a hand to up to quell the surge.  He lowered his head and closed his eyes against the influx of power.

From his chest the buzz spread, clawing down his arms causing his fingers to tingle.  His breaths quickened against the feeling, unable to take a full breath due to the growing energy spreading from his heart.  His legs began to feel numb, toes tingling with his fingers.

Then a sudden blast of energy caused his body to lurch back against the upturned car.  Every muscle tensed as the surge continued to escalate.  He grimaced against the feeling.  It was overwhelming, stealing the breath from his lungs.  

Then calm.  His muscles released and his breath returned.  He could hear everything.  Feel everything.  The terrified screams of the citizens, the cry of the earth from the onslaught of damage, the wind as it changed with the approaching danger.  He could feel the emerald’s power, intricately intwined with his own.  And as if being guided by power itself, he knew what to do.  His eyes opened and he stood, turning toward the approaching missile.  He opened his hands and the rocket stopped midair, held by exuding power.  He stared at it like a human may react to an annoying fly as it hung in the air.  His eyes lifted, taking in the approaching droid.  He turned his glove, causing the missile to rotate mid air, then released it back from where it came.  

The explosion as the rocket impacted the large droid shook the road and the droid, for the first time, was drawn a step back.  Knuckles lifted his arms, causing the robot to rise in the air.  The metal legs flailed as it lost it’s traction, lights flickering as it followed chain codes to its next move.

Knuckles drew energy to his core and with a simple thrust of his arms the robot was blasted back through the air, clearing the borders of the small town.  And with the blink of an eye he moved forward to meet it in the open desert.

The droid was on its back, rolling and attempting to regain its footing.  Knuckles landed on top of it, using his escalated strength to reach through the flickering forcefield and grab the front plate, tearing it from the chest.  His other hand reached forward, ripping and tearing the wires from within.  The robot began to seize as it’s power was shredded with each tear of his claws.

Smaller flying droids appeared, descending upon him like a swarm of angry bees.  He lifted his blazing eyes toward the threat and with the push of a hand they all began to short circuit and fall from the sky, falling to the ground in a heap of damaged metal.

With this threat neutralized he turned back toward the larger threat only to see another explosive launch toward him short range with the use of auxiliary power.  He narrowed his eyes in anger catching the explosive just before making contact with his glowing form.  He held the rocket in his hand then turned and smashed it into the droids upper compartment.  The blast pushed him back, body thrown from the droid.  He reached out to the caress of the wind, catching the breeze and allowing his body to gently return to Earth on his feet.  

His eyes met the failing droid as it began to convulse, sparks flying until it finally rested, unmoving in the desert sand.

He closed his eyes, reaching out to the massive connection of energy.  With the threat eliminated he began to push back the power offered.  He He felt it drain from his arms, causing them to slacken.  It drained from his legs, causing him to collapse to his knees.  It emptied from his chest causing him to gasp, and as the last vestiges of power faded he felt an overwhelming exhaustion. 

He heard his name called, but with the waning energy and increasing exhaustion he was only able flick his eyes, blue appearing at the periphery of his vision, before his body collapsed and he knew no more.

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“Come on!” Sonic exclaimed.  “Knuckles!”

A blast erupted from the chamber as the rocket careened towards their location.  They were out of time.  Tails grabbed Sonic’s hand as the impending doom approached.  But there was no death.  There was no pain.  

When Sonic gained the courage to open his eyes he was met with a glowing light pink.  Sonic’s mouth dropped as he took in the sight.  Knuckles stood before him, skin illuminated in the diluted hues of his natural color.  His dreads floated and moved as if submerged in water.  

The echidna exuded power and chaos.  And that power was stepped between himself and the rocket that was supposed to have ended their lives.  But now the missile hovered, course stopped as it hung in the air.

The hedgehog got to his feet and his eyes widened as Knuckles, with a simple flick of the wrist, turned the dangerous explosive and sent it careening back toward the droid, the explosion causing the ground to shake beneath his feet.  

Then with a simple lift of the echidna’s arms, the robot was lifted from the ground, metal appendages flailing.  Then Knuckles pushed his arms forward and the robot was jettisoned through the air and out of the city.  Knuckles body rose from the ground and with a blast of chaos, he was gone, speeding in the direction of the evicted robot.

Sonic shook his head in shock, mouth still agape.  

“Sonic, did you know he could do that?”  the small voice of the fox asked, pulling his thoughts back toward the present, grounding him back into the current situation.

“No, buddy…” he replied.

He finally found his footing, taking in the new quiet around him.  The robot was gone, the town safe.  He was still struggling to process what had just happened.  But he needed to act.  His job wasn’t done.

“Tails, go to the citizens, make sure they’re ok.” he directed.  “If anyone needs help, call GUN, this is their mess and they can help get the people the help they need.”

“What are you going to do?” Tails asked.

Sonic turned his green eyes toward the direction of the fight.  The sound of an explosion caught his ears.

“I’m going to go help Knuckles.” he said, eyes narrowed.  And with a blast of blue he was gone.

The sand kicked up around him as he sped in the direction of his brother.  It was seconds before he came across the new  battlefield.  His heels skid in the dirt as he came to an abrupt stop.  And as his eyes took in the scene in front of him he once again found himself speechless.

Knuckles was still glowing pink as he faced the robot, standing atop the mechanical beast.  He reached through the mech’s forcefield as if it didn’t exist, ripping the plate from the front and tearing at the wires within.  The robot limbs began to convulse as it lost it’s power.

A whirring caught his ear causing him to turn.  A swarm of smaller drones raced toward Knuckles, lasers firing as they closed the distance.  Sonic prepared to fight and help his brother finish the job, but with another raise of his hand the echidna stopped all incoming drones in their tracks, causing them to spark and plummet from the sky.

With Knuckles’ body turned Sonic finally got a look at the echidna’s eyes.  His own eyes widened as he took in the blazing green of the eldest’s irises, the same green of the Master Emerald.

A click caught his ear and he saw the large robot’s lights come back to life.  Sonic’s chest seized when he realized Knuckles was still looking toward the falling drones.

“Knuckles!  Look out!”

A rocket was shot towards Knuckles at short range.  Sonic’s heart leapt in his throat as the rocket was released but the echidna had already stopped the rocket with his hand.  Sonic could only watch in awe as Knuckles smashed the rocket into the metal of the droid causing a large explosion.

The blast caused Knuckles body to be flung from the robot and Sonic moved to lighten his fall, only for Knuckles to stop in mid air and gently lower himself to the ground.  Sonic watched as his brother stood silently, eyes not leaving the droid until it lay defeated.

Then Knuckles closed his eyes and Sonic could feel the flow of chaos as it ebbed away.  He watched as his brother’s body began to slacken, the pink slowly fading away.  Knuckles fell to his knees.

“Knuckles!” Sonic shouted, rushing toward the echidna’s form.  He reached his arms out to catch the collapsing body, gently laying him on the hot desert sand.

“Knuckles!?” 

Sonic shook the echidna’s limp form trying to get a response, any sign of life.  But his brother continued to lay unmoving in the sand.  Sonic swallowed hard and moved a hand toward Knuckles’ chest.  A relieved sigh left him.  His brother was breathing.

He looked up, head turning in all directions, holding his hand over his eyes to block the hot desert sun.  A large caravan of military vehicles raced down the nearby road towards the damaged town.  The cavalry was here.  Sonic sighed with relief.  He needed to find Tails and get Knuckles home.

The sand kicked with the wind, blowing into the hedgehog’s eyes as he pulled his communicator to his mouth.

“Tails?”

Some static, then his brother’s young voice came through.  “Sonic?”  he asked.  “Are you and Knuckles OK?”

“We’re fine, but Knux is unconscious.  We need to get home.”

“Is…is he…”

“I think he’s just passed out.” Sonic answered, keeping his hand placed over Knuckles’ chest.  “But we need to get out of here.”

A pause of silence.  Then the fox’s voice came back on.  “OK…alright…GUN is here to clean up.  I’m on my way.”

Sonic sighed with relief.  And in the oppressive heat of the sun he held his brother’s prone form, mind racing with possibilities.  A small smile began to tug at his lips as he stared at the sleeping echidna.  A super form.  His brother was full of surprises.  He hugged Knuckles closer and waited for the sound of double tails that would mark their ability to go home.

Note: Not one of my best works, but I struggled to come up with ideas for this prompt. Hopefully it's adequate!

@year-of-the-echidna

[deathworlders-of-e24]

Thomas, Engineer

Part 2

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Roomba stood on top of the console as Thomas lay supine below it, working on the wiring above his face, with only his legs sticking out. One of the control stations on the bridge had blown a circuit so he’d been called up to make repairs, crawling under it like it was a normal work desk. Captain Skitch, a insectoid Mergal man, stood off to the side, observing.

“So tell me again, why not have the service drone do this?” The captain asked.

“He’s busy, sir. I need him to push a button and tell me when the other buttons light up.”

“Beep.”

[Request: game pad]

“We got a job to do buddy, you can play later okay?” Thomas said as he twisted two wires together. “Alright, try it now.”

Roomba walked across the control panel and stepped on the flashing button. The rest of the console came to life, lights flashing on and the screen rebooting.

“Beep.”

[Confirmation: Command station is operational]

“Cool, thanks buddy.” Thomas wormed his way out from under the station, dusting himself off once back on his feet. “All fixed Captain, you should be good to go.”

“Good work ensign.” Skitch clapped him on the shoulder and returned to his captain’s chair.

“And you,” Thomas said, turning to the little droid, “thank you for the help Roomba.”

“Beep.”

[Acknowledged]

“Beep.”

[Request: game pad please]

“Oh, good manners buddy. Here you go.” Thomas dug the pad out of the pocket of his jumpsuit and gave it back to the droid. Roomba climbed back into Thomas’s work bag and continued from where he’d left off, the game pad’s tune muffled from the fabric. Thomas grabbed his kit and headed back down to the maintenance decks. He nodded to the other human in the room, Security Chief Ducane, Danny he thought his name was. They nodded back. Seemed like a cool guy. Maybe he’d ask to have lunch or something one of these days.

As he walked down the hall, the two Padrino caught him at the junction.

“Hey Sixer, Mace, how you guys doing?”

“Greetings, Human Thomas. We are functioning nominally, however we do request you explain again why you are trying to change our designations with these…nicknames.”

“Oh, I’m sorry guys, your names are just really long and kinda clunky.” Thomas pointed to the unit on the left. “Like I know your name is actually Unit H663K67Q6 so I just shortened it to Sixer, and yours is Unit M124C11E9 so I called you Mace.” Thomas looked at them for a second. “If you don’t like them I can stop, and I can just use your real names.”

The two robots were quiet for a moment. The lift chimed and the doors opened. The group walked in and asked for the ‘Maintenance deck, please.’ Behind him, Thomas could hear their odd machine language, and guessed they were ‘whispering’ to each other. It sounded like the time his laptop fell in the kitchen sink.

“We are not offended at the use of the ‘nicknames’. We were unaware that our designations were inconvenient for others. It has been logged in our memory now.”

“If the use of these new designations will improve efficiency, then we will allow their use.”

“Really? Thanks you guys, really. I just didn’t want you to think I was being a jerk, you’re kind of the first friends I’ve got on this ship, besides Roomba.” Thomas patted his bag.

They ‘whispered’ again in their machine code.

“Another question, Human Thomas. How were you able to differentiate us a moment ago? We have the same unit design.”

The lift dinged again and the door opened. They started off towards the maintenance locker room.

“Really? You look totally different to me. Sixer has shinier plates on his arms and torso, and Mace, your antenna has these zigzags in it that Sixer doesn’t have. Theres some other stuff too, but it’s not that hard if you pay attention.”

The Padrino stopped and looked at each other.

“He is correct. Reflection variance acknowledged.”

“Agreed. Antenna alignment noted.”

They turned back to Thomas, who was just chuckling. “It’s like twins seeing the differences in each other for the first time, this is cool.”

“Twins: identical offspring born at virtually the same time and share most genetic markers. This is what you are referring to, correct?”

“Yeah, exactly. My nieces are twins, everyone is amazed I can tell them apart. Totally different kids, I tell them.”

The group made their way into the Maintenance Hub, past the locker room. From there, water purification, air cleaning, WARP core fuel injectors, every major system ran through this junction. Thomas liked it in here. The Bridge might be the brain of the ship, but this was the heart, and they were the doctors keeping it beating.

Off to the side, Thomas saw Simms the Gally turn and go the opposite way. He motioned in the same direction.

“Thanks again for stopping that Gally guy from getting Roomba and me, I’d hate for anything to happen to him.”

“The Gally’s actions would have set an anomalous baseline in our observations of you,” Sixer said.

“What does that mean?”

“You would have been…upset,” Mace replied.

“Aw, thanks guys. You’re the best,” Thomas said. “Say thanks Roomba.”

The BEEP was muffled, but the translator picked it up.

[Assistance acknowledged]

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It was Thomas’s turn to go outside the ship to do repairs. A ship on its maiden voyage always had a few screws loose, one of which was on a port side window seam. It was leaking a little oxygen, so someone had to go out and get it. A whole section of the ship had to be evacuated because of it. Even a small leak could compromise the integrity of the hull, in a worst case scenario cause explosive decompression. Which is not great in anyone’s opinion.

He’d left Roomba in the capable care of Sixer and Mace, who assured him they’d ‘look after his best buddy.’ He had to go up several decks to the Security Division to get out an air lock, and walking around in the heavy space suit was exhausting. The thing must’ve weighed 100 lbs! Not to mention the kit he was lugging around. Humans had made it all the way to deep space and still didn’t put wheels on all the heavy objects it took to get there.

Thomas was almost to the security check point when the door opened. Someone from the Sed race came rushing out, heading his way. Their uniform said they were part of the security team, so maybe they were coming to help him?

Probably not. The were barreling towards him so fast, Thomas had to shuffle out of the way to avoid getting knocked over.

“Dude, watch it,” Thomas said, struggling to keep the kit up. The Sed just glared at him.

“Stay out of the way, human,” they practically snarled, making the hairs on the back of Thomas’s neck stand up. Neither of them said anything else as the Sed man passed by and down the hall.

“What the hell was that about?” Thomas said once the Sed was out of sight. He’d have shrugged if the suit he was wearing wasn’t so damn heavy.

Eh screw it, got stuff to do, he thought. Thankfully there was a nice Quintin girl at the security check, Coola, who was kind enough to help him get the suit helmet on and hand him his tools once he was in the air lock.

“Thank you so much, that was really nice of you,” Thomas said, shaking her hand warmly.

“Oh it’s no problem. Truth be told, I actually volunteered when I heard it was another human coming to do the repairs. We all think Chief Ducane is wonderful, so I wanted to meet the rest of you humans too.”

“His name is Danny right? I’m glad he’s a cool guy, maybe I’ll come by security sometime, say hi to everyone.”

Coola nodded enthusiastically before ducking out of the doorway. The air lock doors whirred closed, locking him in. An automated voice sounded in the speaker of his helmet, giving a countdown to the outer door opening.

3…

2…

1…

Thomas didn’t think he’d ever get used to the sound of all the air in a room rushing out into a vacuum. He’d been on space walks before, but the sheer absence always made him very uncomfortable.

He clicked on the magnetic boots he was wearing and began the 100 meter trek to the blown seam. He could see it just past a cluster of communications antenna, leaking gases out of the ship. Thomas headed in that direction.

He was making good time. Realistically he could be out there for hours without worry, the tanks in the suit could give him enough oxygen to last the rest of the cycle if he really wanted to sand bag his work out there, but given that out there was filled with nothing, Thomas wanted to wrap this up as quickly as possible.

He’d made it about 3/4 of the way to his destination, right at the communication array, when suddenly his ear piece started acting funny. At first it was just hissing and popping a little, then it started squealing, like microphone feedback right in his ear. Couldn’t take it off, space suit, helmet, needed to breath or he’ll die, but what the hell was this sound? His translator doubled as a radio now, sure, but what out here could be giving him this much interference? It couldn’t be picking up any chatter from the array, could it? That section of equipment was for long distance communication only, controlled by a special console right below it. Especially not with maintenance so close to it, this whole section of the ship was supposed to be empty until the leak was patched, standard procedure. Someone would have to be in that communication center to be using that array.

So who’s making the long distance call?

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Thomas made it back to the air lock after the patch was in place and he’d doubled checked the seal. No more leak, and he was happy to come back aboard the Noah. The ship felt nice and cozy after the deep dark emptiness of space. Thomas had hot cocoa on the brain.

As he made his way back to the Maintenance deck, he thought again about that rogue signal that almost deafened him. If it was the array, somebody would’ve had to get onto the locked down deck while everyone else was gone and into the long distance communication center. If it was the array, of course. It could just be his ear piece malfunctioning for all he knew. But he did know, his ear piece was fine, he’d even just gotten it upgraded by…

Thomas walked a little faster.

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“Beep.”

[Request: game pad please]

“Yeah I missed you too buddy,” Thomas said, patting the little robot on the head before forking over the game. “Everything okay while I was gone guys?”

Thomas had practically ran all the way down to the locker room, didn’t even wait for the lift, he’d just jumped down the stairs. Once he’d made it onto the maintenance deck, he’d spotted the group of 3 robots sitting off to the side. It was almost end of shift it seemed, Sixer and Mace were already plugged in to recharge.

“Entity designated Roomba has performed an adequate job and number of tasks. He was also sufficiently helpful to us as well.”

“Good, I’m glad. Thanks for watching him while I went outside.”

Thomas sat down and watched Roomba scurry through a digital maze on the pad.

“Hey, while I was out there, something weird happened, and I wanted to ask you guys if you could help me.”

“Please elaborate, Human Thomas,” said Mace.

“Well I was out by the long distance array, and something almost fried my ear piece while I was out there. I was hoping you guys could take a look at it sometime, maybe see if there’s anything left of it, or see if the thing is just busted or something.” Thomas rubbed his temple. His head still hurt from the noise.

“Of course, Human Thomas,” said Sixer, “but we’d have to acquire the correct tools. The upgrade we gave to you was merely a simple patch, but to retrieve signal data such as you are describing would require the correct approach.”

“In the meantime, might we suggest informing the captain of the signal? I believe Captain Skitch would be more than capable of answering your concerns.”

“Nah, I don’t want to start a fuss over nothing, if it is nothing. And if it’s not…well it’s probably best to have something to show him, right?”

“Your reasoning is sound. We can take a look at it during the next cycle, if you wish,” Mace said. “For now, we need to recharge or risk occurring a fault.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course guys. You two get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow anyway. Good night fellas,” Thomas said as he picked up Roomba and set him in his bag.

“Rest well, Human Thomas,” the 2 Padrino said in unison.

Totally twins, Thomas thought, smiling. Hopefully a night of sleep would calm his nerves. Maybe some games would help him relax too. He could try to teach Roomba to play something other than PAC-MAN, though he wasn’t sure how the little droid would hold the controller.

The game pad trilled from inside his bag again.

“Beep.”

[Update: advancement progressing faster]

“My god you are just too cute,” Thomas said laughing as he went to his quarters.

Games. Definitely gonna teach the little droid to play something new. Right after he got some hot cocoa.

[saturniasxenos]

Cyber / Virtual ID Pack

Inside this pack, you will find: Pronouns, Titles, Names, and Genders that relate to Virtuality, Cybernetic, Robots, and anything alike!

This features a LOOOONG list of pronouns and dystopian-ish names!

Pronouns:

Cy/Cyb/Cyber/Cybers/Cyberself

Vir/Virt/Virtual/Virtuals/Virtualself

Ne/Net/Network/Networks/Networkself

Ne/Net/Nets/Nets/Netself

In/Inter/Internet/Internets/Internetself

Co/Comp/Computer/Computers/Computerself

In/Inpu/Input/Inputs/Inputself

Ou/Out/Output/Outputs/Outputself

Vi/Viru/Virus/Viruses/Virusself

Anti/Antivir/Antivirus/Antiviruses/Antivirusself

Er/Erro/Error/Errors/Errorself

Sys/Syste/System/Systems/Systemself

Pro/Proce/Processor/Processors/Processorself

Di/Digi/Digital/Digitals/Digitalself

Do/Down/Download/Downloads/Downloadself

Up/Uplo/Upload/Uploads/Uploadself

Cor/Corru/Corrupt/Corrupts/Corruptself

Mal/Malwa/Malware/Malwares/Malwareself

Se/Secur/Security/Securitys/Securityself

Cry/Crypt/Crypto/Cryptos/Cryptoself

We/Web/Webs/Webs/Webself

Web/Webs/Website/Websites/Websiteself

Fu/Futu/Future/Futures/Futureself

Ro/Rob/Robot/Robots/Robotself

Rob/Robo/Robotic/Robotics/Roboticself

By/Byt/Byte/Bytes/Byteself

Fi/Fil/File/Files/Fileself

Ra/Ram/Rams/Rams/Ramself

Scr/Scre/Screen/Screens/Screenself

Te/Tech/Techs/Techs/Techself

Te/Tech/Techno/Technos/Technoself

Tec/Techno/Technology/Technologys/Technologyself

Ma/Mach/Machine/Machines/Machineself

Wi/Wir/Wire/Wires/Wireself

Na/Nan/Nano/Nanos/Nanoself

Da/Dat/Data/Datas/Dataself

Plu/Plug/Plugs/Plugs/Plugself

Ele/Elect/Electric/Electrics/Electricself

Ke/Key/Keys/Keys/Keyself

Pa/Pass/Password/Passwords/Passwordself

Ter/Term/Terminal/Terminals/Terminalself

Cy/Cybo/Cyborg/Cyborgs/Cyborgself

Ty/Typ/Type/Types/Typeself

Fi/Firm/Firmware/Firmwares/Firmwareself

Ha/Hard/Hardware/Hardwares/Hardwareself

So/Soft/Software/Softwares/Softwareself

Ha/Hack/Hacks/Hacks/Hackself

Ha/Hack/Hacker/Hackers/Hackerself

Si/Sig/Signal/Signals/Signalself

Clo/Clou/Cloud/Clouds/Cloudself

On/Onli/Online/Onlines/Onlineself

In/Insta/Install/Installs/Installself

Co/Cod/Code/Codes/Codeself

Ad/Admi/Admin/Admins/Adminself

Gra/Graph/Graphic/Graphs/Graphself

Sy/Syn/Synth/Synths/Synthself

Phi/Phis/Phish/Phishs/Phishself

Phi/Phish/Phishing/Phishings/Phishingself

Do/Dox/Doxs/Doxs/Doxself

Si/Sit/Site/Sites/Siteself

Bo/Bot/Bots/Bots/Botself

Pho/Phon/Phone/Phones/Phoneself

Key/Keyboa/Keyboard/Keyboards/Keyboardself

Mo/Mou/Mouse/Mouses/Mouseself

Chi/Chip/Chips/Chips/Chipself

Moth/Mother/Motherboard/Motherboards/Motherboardself

Co/Com/Compute/Computes/Computeself

Pi/Pira/Piracy/Piracys/Piracyself

En/Encry/Encrypt/Encrypts/Encryptself

PDA/PDAs

CPU/CPUs

URL/URLs

404/404s

📱/📱's

💻/💻's

⌨️/⌨️'s

🖥/🖥's

🖱/🖱's

💿/💿's

🎙/🎙's

Titles:

The Cyborg

(X) Whos Wired

Made of Nanotech

(X) Who Uses Nanotech

Scholar of Machines

The Cyber Security

(X) Who Has Cyber Wings

Connected Online

Offline

Unable to Connect

The Administrator

Synthesizer

The Hacker

Nanohacker

The Antivirus

Reconnecting...

ERROR: Unable to Connect

ERROR 404

ERROR: Malware Detected

Names:

Since names don't usually have "techy" meanings, I picked one's that sounded the most cybernetic, cyberpunkish, dystopian, virtualish, etc!

Fem: Althea, Ameris, Astoria, Arcadia, Astra, Beretta, Cyra, Crystal, Crosselle, Eve, Io, Jinx, Kit, Lilith, Meridian, Morrian, Nebula, Nova, Neve, Noxia, North, Octavia, Odette, Odile, Prota, Pistol, Rey, Rue, Rain, Raine, Stormy, Seraphina, Sona, Skye, Thundra, Tempest, Vega, Viva, Vinette, Venus, Xenia, Xya, Xena, Xiomara, Xenara, Xanthe, Zephyria, Zyla, Zadie, Zia,

Masc: Alaric, Aksel, Arden, Antares, Apollo, Ace, Asher, Cole, Cyrus, Code, Draven, Drift, Ender, Flynn, Hawk, Isaac, Jericho, Kip, Kai, Koios, Knox, Nox, Neo, Nero, Octavian, Orionis, Oghma, Paine, Rocket, Ray, Rai, Silas, Slader, Sebastian, Seth, Seraphim, Thalax, Theo, Thatch, Vox, Vector, Wyatt, Xyon, Xane, Xylan, Xerxes, Xayden, Xavier, Xander, Zander, Zayden, Zenith, Zev, Zale, Zane, Zaire, Zeke,

Neu: Andras, Axe, Axiom, Alloy, Allele, Ash, Arrow, Beetle, Chrom, Corvus, Dakota, Dell, Eos, Echo, Eden, Fox, Ghost, Glöckner, Hydrae, Ion, Jesper, Jett, Kursk, Lesath, Locklyn, Lyrae, Maddox, Nemo, Orca, Onyx, Oxygen, Panther, Rikko, Robin, Rune, Scorpion, Scorpius, Saturn, Sparrow, Sonar, Tore, Tauri, Techne, Techno, Ursae, Vesper, Volt, West, Wolf, Xen, Xenon, Zephyr, Zodiac, Zenon, Zeru, Zero, Zen

Genders:

Futuracityc: A gender related to futuristic cities

Futurafashic: A gender related to futuristic fashion

Futurahousic: A gender related to futuristic houses

Digigender: A digital gender. Rangeable from any digital thing or file; virus, malware, .txt, .mp3, antivirus, trojan, email, etc.

Cybergender: A gender or form of gender expression where ones gender or expression is deeply tied into Cyberpunk lore, culture, fashion or media.

CYBERWEAPONIC - a gender that feels like a digital or robotic weapon. this gender may also have ties to sentient AI used as a weapon, but not necessarily.

BIOAMOROBOTIC - a gender connected to being a robot who loves humanity and the world and finds joy all around them!

RobAnatomic - a gender under the anatomic system(link) related to robots, anatomy, robotic anatomy, the anatomy of robots, robots made to teach/study anatomy, anatomy based/related robots of some kind, the anatomy/biology of someone or something being robotic, having robotic anatomy, being a robot with an interest in anatomy and more.

Robogender - for people who’s gender identity aligns with machines/robots/androids/mechs/AIs.

Cyborwebic - a gender related to webcore, evil scientist aesthetics, artificial beings such as androids/cyborgs etc, turtleneck sweaters and old computer monitors

AI flag - this can be used for nonhuman, otherkin, gender, delusion.

Gendervirtual / Genderdigital - a gendersystem in which your gender is related to virtual ) digital themes and x , such as being a virtual ) digital x , a x who loves virtual ) digital themes , a virtual ) digital being who loves x themes , etc.

[bardan-jusik]

repcomm character's favorite parts of building armor in Costuming Club AU

Walon Vau- sanding. (the psychopath) he likes to get a printed item totally perfect and he has the patience to do it. because sanding a print is similar to torture because he has an eye for detail! he has the process down to an absolute science. resin coat, bondo thinned with acetone, automotive priner, wet sanding. but he won't do it for you- he's going to insist on teaching you his process. good luck.

Kal Skirata- weathering. it's one of the final steps in building a kit, and really pulls everything together and makes it look lived-in and real. and you get to be really creative with it- singe some things, build salt and hairspray texture into the paintjob, literally cut something up, physically damage a plate, make an unholy paint slurry to slap on and badly clean off, mist spraypaint, use bleach, emulate rust... you can really go ape shit. literally the opposite of sanding

Bardan Jusik- sewing! he's got like 3 machines- a regular heavy duty, one specifically for leather, and a serger. he loves the entire process, designing the item, modifying or drafting a pattern, selecting materials, mockups, cutting, construction, details. he loves seeing an item come together out of fabric. and then he chickens out on weathering and hands it to kal. he's made a lot of casual wear star wars clothes for himself!

Etain Tur-Mukan- WEAPONS. scratch built blasters, resin printed knives, large blaster assembly in a mix of printing and scratch building, spears, lightsabers, all of it. she collects greeblies and LOVES finding little bits to stick on a gun to really make it swarzy. great at painting weapons. can do some lights on her own but recruits help for anything involving coding.

Arligan Zey- actually isn't in the hobby for the making of the costumes, he's here for the community and trooping, mainly. does some basic sewing. mostly outsources/commissions things he doesn't want to do, but he enjoys going to armor parties and helping with whatever people need a hand with

Ordo Skirata- sintra fabrication. he's great at plate shaping. dude could make a goddamn bo katan chestplate out of sintra, do not ask me how. a huge proponent for scratch building as much as possible, prefers not to use 3d printed parts. for one thing you have to sand them, which only real freaks enjoy doing, they're also less durable. sintra all the way.

Mereel Skirata- 3d printing. it's incredible all the things you can make! maintaining a machine is a hobby all of it's own! 3d printing entering the hobbyist realm opened huge possibilities! and if you hate sanding, you should hear about resin printing.

Jaing Skirata- coding and electronics. he helps etain with finishing touches on blasters, such as sound effects and really fancy lights. all his shit has light effects in it, small coded screens that rotate through pictures and text. the amount of shit he can cram in a helmet is truly incredible. he's got fans, hearing assist, voice amp, and lights in there. has also made a lot of lightsabers

A'den Skirata- helmets. specifically helmets. he's done a lot, and sells them. he has several molds and has made his own helmet model. enjoys finishing and painting them, sometimes takes commissions for fully finished helmets.

Atin Skirata- coding and robotics. likes moving parts. because of safety rules prohibiting motorized weapons in armor, he mainly builds droids. does whistling birds and moving rangefinders and the like, but really enjoys building astromechs.

[tiny-paws]

age regressor donnie from rottmnt moodboard!!

i think he’d be a bit of a nontraditional regressor, not really going for pacis or stuffies (but he’d probably have a comfort plushie from when he was a kid), but he’d really love kids coding kits and diy robots.

he probably only eats candy and soft drinks unless his brothers or splinter remind him to have a more healthy snack— they’ve definitely had to take energy drinks away from him, habit from when he’s big lol.

please check our DNI before following!!

[glorpin-maws]

…I see you got phighting on that list

Sitting down criss cross apple sauce.

I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT IT PRETTY PLEASE

oh yes OH YES I GET TO TALK ABOUT MY PHIG.HTING VORE HEADCANONS…

I like when healers have healing stomachs, so med..kit noms his teammates to keep them safe from the other team ^_^ also… teal innards… but also.. I feel like ban..hammer would swallow med..kit or supports a lot to keep them safe !!

Ban..hammer is a BIG FAT pred. It’s written all over them.. Also his teeth are probably really cool. Underbite… Maw.. purple tongue..

The phighters have color coded stomachs to go with their horns!!

IM ALL OVER THE PLACE BUT HERE ARE SOME GENERAL HEADCANONS;

S//word; switch, leaning pred

Skat//eboard; Prey, super fast and hard to catch tho!

Bio//graft; robot tummy… pred..

Kat//ana; very calm pred. Noms people for protection cause he’s a tank!!

Ban//hammer; PRED PRED GRAAA..!!!!

Hyper//laser; prey tbh.. I don’t think they would wanna take off their helmet..

Ro//cket; prey .. gets nommed by swo//rd!! And possibly vice versa?

Sling/shot; SWITCH!! Kitty belly :3 They probably purrs when nomming someone ^_^

Shuri//ken; prey.. tastes like fish.. bleugh..

Sy//the; PREDD,,, her rattlesnake tail rattles when nomming… GUYS IK IM NOT ORIGINAL …

Med//kit; switch leaning pred, he noms ppl to heal :3

Sub//space; SWITCHY!!! His maw would look so cool trust me… nomming medkit, dealing poison damage just a bit! (NOT DIGESTION!!) But medkit would get used to it :3!!

Boom//box; GOES FERRALLL… PRED… his music is calming,, he hums to his stomach, rubbing and patting it :3

Vine//staff; prey,, absolutely,, she would find so much comfort being in a tummy, stress of healing everyone would just.. UGH!! yk?

Co//il; PREDDD , he can heal you when he’s on his healing coil, bouncy in his stomach when he has his gravity coil,, and plus, multicoloured belly!!

Thank you for listening to my ted talk!

[sonic-fankid-showdown]

Poll 15, Round 1.

About Pegasus: (by @transzsonix) Uh oh! After a wonky attempt at chaos control Shadow and Sonic are stuck with a new bundle of energy! Meet Pegasus (ze/hir/he/they), a culmination of chaos energy springing equal part from Sonic and Shadow! With the help of Shadow, Tails creates a new robotic body for the kid to be able to control their chaos energy and the abilities that pop up along the way. With the main elephant in the room dealt with Pegasus is ready to explore the world and find his place in it!

About Chroma: (by @m3tr0n0m333) They’re an old Eggman robot remodeled by Tails! (Specifically one of the Metal Sonics) Of course, they’ve been reprogrammed to be more friendly- and like all of Tails’ inventions are, his childdd <3 (Kit also co-parents because they live together, me personally. Qpr Kittails.) Chroma tends to seem distant or intimidating- only occasionally communicating in beeps (morse code) but they’re actually just a curious little guy learning about the world and their place in it! (Especially with the whole ‘robot with a consciousness’ seems a little dehumanizing.) They have trouble communicating with other kids and mostly tends to stare from afar, although they try their best to make friends!! They get especially protective (and jealous) over the ones they love.

[fernsnailz]

With how much you like robots, do you also care for mech stuff? Like Gundam?

i do!! i have yet to get into gundam specifically but whenever i see model kits in my local hobby store they're reeeeally tempting. i like a few other mech things a lot, like i'm a huge fan of neon genesis evangelion.... and one of my all time favorite movies is pacific rim, i loooove that shit. i've been meaning to check out more mech stuff tho, i think next on my list is code geass bc a few friends have recommended it to me

[sleepingsacrifice]

Prototype ID pack :

Names —

Proto , Zero , Subject , Test , Creature , Robo , Wire , Bright , Doll , Bubbles , Cinno , Cincinno , Curo , Quest , Acti , Ando , Pastel , Felix , Cheerie , Joy , Bliss , Delight , Snoop , Wreck , Destroy , Wren , Daffy , Dengs , Space , Gaze , Kit , Kip .

Pronouns —

Robot/robots , Colour/colourful , Curious/curiously , Question/questions , Box/boxes , Ruin/ruins , Happy/happiness , Positive/positivity , Wire/wired , Joy/joyous , Smile/smiles , Confuse/confused , Code/codes , Damage/damages , Hurt/hurts , Bot/bots .

Titles —

The curious robot , [prn] who is positive , [prn] who is rarely negative , The happy robot , The wreckless [term] , [prn] who can be impulsive , [prn] who is curious , The one who explores , The one who destroys .

Genders —

Prototypecharic , Regretevatorgender , Happyemojic , ^_^gender , Happyic , Curiotiltic , Noroboyic / Norogirlic , Creaturethingic , Sillylexic , Robotix , Robodiment , Robloxgender .

[the-thresher-shark]

Whats up im 18 now and also alive(?)

Anyways im gonna post my sonic sexuality/gender/romantic/age hcs for my sonic oc fic im totally not writing (im gonna forget to write it). Their sexualities and such arent gonna ever be brought up in the fic, its just fun for me.

The fic takes place a few years before sonic forces and the idw sonic comics. This also means several characters wont show up, like surge, kit, whisper, tangle, jewel, all those folks!

First off, Sonic, he's 26 and omnisexual with a preference for fem presenting people.

Shadow, he was frozen for 50 years, do i count that?? Nah. He's gonna be the same age as sonic, for simplicity sake, so also 26. He's demisexual, i could not see this man being attracted to anyone without a good amount of trust there.

Silver is a teeny bit younger, at 25, and he's pansexual. Just... just look at him!

Amy is 24, she's bisexual with a preference for men.

Knuckles is 27, he's neptunic, he would never ever fucking use that label 100% just considers himself the guardian of the master emerald he has no time for other labels.

Tails is 12. Im not appointing a sexuality to a child. Funfact, i tried to look up Tails' height one time and it said he was 4'6, it overshot his height by 2 FEET.

Rouge, she's 28, she's polysexual, and she's polyamorous. Because I need to be in a polycule with her and I need her to kiss me on the mouth.

Charmy is 6, and a child.

Cream is 8, and a child

Espio is 27, and a trans man, fight me, this is true, I believe in trans masc espio. Also he is graysexual

Vector is 34, and i feel like he's definitely hetero, but he is WILDLY bicurious, like... he loves women, he loves everything about women, but he is super curious what a dude is like, i feel like if he tried anything with a dude he'd be super insistant that he's on the bottom too because its 'less gay to be on top' or smthn idk.

Vanilla is hetero but on account of literally everyone being gay because this is being written by someone incredibly gay she's super duper supportive of gays. Also I need her and vector to kiss NOW.

Blaze is a 25 year old lesbian. I do not take criticism, she kisses women

Omega, i dont think age matters cuz hes a robot? He's aroace cuz he's too fucking angry for romance.

Big is 29, he's panromantic and asexual! And also fucking TALL, seriously look up how tall he is he is, infact BIG

Metal sonic is another one where im pretty sure his age is... irrelevant? Though he's coded to be just like sonic so im assuming he's programmed to be like 26. He's demisexual.

Anyway now for my ocs (they are self inserts. Theres no two ways about it. They are literally self inserts)

Isera, follower of mother arth, 27, styled after mantids, pansexual

Ko'ay, follower of the devil of displacers, 23, styled after crabs, pansexual

Neona, follower of the deity of health, 25, styled after the jagged ambush bug, pansexual and aceflux

Kelaja, follower of Mother Rep, 29, styled after turantula hawks and other wasps, demisexual

Oram, follower of the deity of community, styled after ants, pansexual

Yall think i might be pansexual???

Oh! Bonus, tangle is transfem.

Anyways thats all, thank you for reading, keep an eye out for the fic, also tell me what you think!