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we’ve been in the mental hospital so uh. yeah thats the only upd8 i can give =\

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done with this I think

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where my hals at ⧗)

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Several MS-DOS based viruses, now removed of its destructive capability but leaving their messages. 

Top to bottom

- FELLOW.COM - - HYMN.COM - [sound warning] - CRASH.COM - [eyestrain and flashing lights warning]

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Scolopendra Miku

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Video Angel

painted mixed media sculpture - 7½"x 6¼"x 2½" - 1978

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Data cable on a computer from 1945

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i call this one "hatsune miku if she was one of those transparent controllers from the early 2000s"

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Oh sweet computer love

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yo this fucking sucks and i aint fucking finishing it 

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glados miku ^_^

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The telltale signs...

...that you have been a 'mech pilot for too long:

You stay away from bonfires, barbecues or even opening ovens because feeling more heat on your skin than sunlight sends you into a nervous panic.

The world seems overwhelming and confusing when there is no HUD to look at it through. Your gaze sometimes drifts to where your GPS system should be when you need to find your way somewhere.

You stop thinking in the cockpit. Young pilots can move and think at the same time; the more time you spend, the more you realize you need to just empty your mind. Clean mirrors reflect clearest.

You can tell at a glance how many tons of metal a building could hold up- or, well, should be able to. (Contractors cut corners, after all; you can never be completely certain.)

You start hating cats, or most small and frisky animals, because something moving unexpectedly in the lower edge of your vision has been a 'mech-hunter infantry team too many times.

You go in for crunchier or chewy foods just to be as far as possible from sipping on a nutrient juice pack.

Your actual, physical body hurting from something like stubbing your toe or hitting your head on a doorway has become a bizarre sensation compared to the pure brain-pain of damage feedback.

You can still feel "your" missile pods, or jump-jets, or similar, when you're outside of your 'mech. At times, like that sudden, illusory feeling of falling as you go to sleep, you get phantom recoil from weaponry systems.

You stop aiming for the cockpit. It stops being about salvage money for a mostly-intact 'mech, or giving a clean death to whoever is behind that glass: if you have to shoot off every gun and missile piece by piece to make it out alive, you will.

You have learned what it feels like to crush a human body underfoot. (Gritty and brittle, mostly. Unpleasant.)

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the funny

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Lil alien miku

Did on magma / aggie.io and added a bg in clip!

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Someone in an autism facebook group I'm in just asked "How am I supposed to earn enough to make a living without burning out?"

Someone replied: "You're not. Even neurotypicals can't right now in the system designed for them. We're the canaries in the coalmine. When we start failing, they know something is wrong."

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im sorry i was so weird the other night. thats how i am every night

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i reaaaaally like complex robot designs so i wanted to do a fairly detailed drawing of a robot body for hal. i'm also trying to re-introduce myself to anti-aliasing

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