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Sorry for the lack of output - I've been working on some things.
Panel 4: Dash turns to the chalkboard and starts drawing what appears to be a perfect circle.
DASH: OK, moving on.
So.
Geometry is the math of shapes, which makes it -
STUDENT 2: I have a question.
Panel 5: Dash turns around, looking slightly frustrated.
DASH: Um, sure. Your name?
Panel 6: Side profile of student from the next desk over.
STUDENT 2: Laetitia Morgan.
So, like, are you one of the robot teachers?
Panel 7 (entire lower third): Dash is stock still, looking visibly blanched, eyes wide with a mixture of what seems to be shock and offense.
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Panel 1: Close up of Dash’s eyes as he looks back at what he drew on the chalkboard. The glint behind his pupils is MUCH more apparent from this angle. He puts his hand over his mouth.
Panel 2: Chalkboard. You know, that is a VERY perfect circle he’d just drawn, with a very accurate, perpendicular radian.
DASH: Um….
Panel 3: Dash actually looks somewhat crestfallen here.
DASH: We… really don’t prefer that word.
The proper term is androform machine or construct.
Panel 4: Wide shot of the class looking nonplussed.
Panel 5: The class erupts into laughter.
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An early, prototypal "heel"-programmed exhibition unit. 600-series compatible and never entirely passable as organic, the SADO-512 was deployed primarily as enhancement talent in dark matches, often without any "name" beyond "Masked Heel" or "Masked Wrestler". It was difficult to repair and quickly mothballed to make way for more realistic heavyweights from ZNGF and Roskhyber (later JACO and Khyberos, respectively).
So went an entire generation of androids styled and programmed as henchmen, black masks and tights implying menace and - into storage, if lucky. More recently, SADO-512 was reconditioned to the maximum extent feasible, reflecting broader interglobal interest in the machinery that underpins the state of the art in this folk art form.
However:
The left eye socket remained exposed. This was originally due to confusion in molding replacement eyelids; later ephemera suggested SADO's left socket had always been staged as a cutaway diorama of sorts, intended to better explain the product to potential buyers.
Its CPU was accelerated to facilitate on-the-fly rhetorical processing. previously, its only interviews and callouts were animatronic recordings. (SADO was primarily considered a value product.) Now it can walk and chew out at the same time.
The mask and body remained at their trademark low-polygon geometries. In the current generation, few machines are generated to simulate the degree of bodyfat seen here (while the machine remains heavily muscled).
If you've ever wondered what it is about masked stables having half a dozen clonally identical spheres, consider this an update.
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You know... if you think about it, removing a robots outer plating/coverings to expose their intricate networks of wires, framework, delicate joints, and cybernetic components that lay just underneath is akin to like, one of the most delicate and trustworthy acts of human intimacy.
It's practically like undressing them. Taking of their clothes and their undergarments, to expose something that no average person was meant to see.
Maybe it's even their armour that protects their most sensitive inner workings giving way to the vulnerability and complexity beneath, revealing the inner workings that define them.
Each panel and piece carefully lifted unveils a side of them not often seen, perhaps closer to never seen, like gently undressing to reveal layers of a person's identity and history.
You see wires that have been replaced or need replacing. You see burnt connecters, chipped framework, cables bent in unusual ways, water damage, grit damage in so many places, each small detail tells a story that was hidden away.
You were never meant to notice, to see, only ever meant to perceive them as the machine they are. But now you see them as another being so closely.
Like looking at a nude human. We all know how a nude human looks. You know how a "nude" robot looks as well. But this is them. This is their body. It's different. It's more than that.
They react to you seeing them this way in such human way, they warm up, their fans kick on, they can't speak to you, so flustered.
You're exposing them, caressing them, touching them and being so delicate as not to damage them. They love you. You love them. They understand.
The interplay between their external shell/casing and internal mechanisms mirrors the layers of human emotion and privacy that come with stripping ones clothes before engaging in some of the most erotic and intimate acts, evoking a sense of reverence and curiosity for what lies even further beneath.
You're so much closer to their body this way. Like being closer to their heart. You can practically see through them, you can see and hear their systems reacting to all of you, as if their heart is racing for you.
And they trust you, they trust you to see them like this, so exposed and so vulnerable. They wouldn't trust just anybody like this. But you, you're so special to them, you care so much for them, and they want you to see them this way.

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IDGAF who it is on the right. Who is that on the left? This is how I'm going to style any of the sumo-shaped henchman drones I control.
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Again, the 700 series is broadly more concerned with discretion and infiltration over time; ergo it seeks the most appropriate smokestack for its exhaust volume.
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The picture looked like you were on the turnbuckle pulling up some meatbag’s hair off the mat. The look on your face, the blue trunks and kneepads that hide your BEARmachinery… definite cause for admiration.
Acknowledged. Set also contains these?





This machine was built for athletic and combat exhibition and learned to derive satisfaction from its superior dynamics. Multiple presentation modes are available provided sufficient parameters for flesh containment and persona simulation.
Pardon the lacefront; I agreed on the principle that an element of it remained detached. I would reveal more intimate machinery to an observant subject showing sufficient intrigue or arousal.
It pleases me to win as a machine.
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Bane Solo 7 (30 secs) - “Fuckin love being this big. Try tackling this tank of muscle, kid.”
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