st200experience

[st200experience]

Commission for @ghouliecrow ❤️

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Classes had no purpose for her, once upon a time. For all the time she'd been... awake, though perhaps in a way not entirely alive quite yet, information had just been freely available to her via wireless connections and interfacing. Her 'brain' processed billions of computations per second. The only limit to her knowledge was that of WiFi and what permissions she had to access servers or what restrictions were placed on keywords she was allowed to search for.

Of course, humans weren't capable such things, so classes made sense for them. It was fascinating to watch humans learn--the way frustration would mount higher and higher, till finally, like a flip of a switch, something would click and with it some type of just... joy at finally grasping some elusive concept. Or perhaps the near boredom others would have while dealing with a topic they so clearly comprehended too well already, leaving them in desperate need for an actual challenge. Even those that would sit in resigned silence, knowing they wouldn't achieve the desired result in the allotted time, maybe believing they never would... only to later light up at some other topic where their brilliance could shine so alarmingly bright and wonderful.

For humans, the challenges to learn and adapt were a necessity. For androids, classes were useless outside of opportunities to observe human behavior or assist in their education.

Maybe that's why she enjoyed classes so much now?

Hm.

The instructor clapped her hands to bring the class to its completion, and Cassandra let out a soft exhale that was far more a reflex than anything actually necessary. She lowered herself back down from her final stretch against the bar, ballet slippers making barely a whisper of a sound against the shining wooden floors. Black leggings stood out starkly against the pale pink skirt and white one-piece she wore, crisp and pristine. Rumpled only by movement, she'd been moving enough that she had to pull the tie from her hair, gripping between her teeth a moment while she fiddled with the blonde locks back into a high ponytail. The LED at her forehead remained a constant soft blue, not a flicker to be glimpsed in the mirror beside her. A few other androids moved about, speaking quietly and laughing over shared jokes. For one she could see still had their LED, no flickering happened there, either, and Cassandra found herself smiling for it. One of the rules in this class was no wireless connections, outside of emergency or necessity. The space was shared with humans, and a goal of the project was to facilitate as equal of grounds as possible for humans and non-humans.

While there were limitations to how far this could go, that it was a shared place of learning and love of dance seemed to help a blossoming community. Instructors both human and non taught equally mixed classes. It wasn't the same rigor that one would find in trainings for prestigious troupes, of course, but the wide variety of dance styles and experience levels seemed to help ease up on individual pressures.

There was a lot of idealism in the program, she knew that. Her own perceptions were likely blinding her to realities of the situation that she simply didn't want to perceive or deal with. But she get happy learning and practicing here. It was enough for her.

A small group of humans and non-humans were discussing plans to meet up after the class, and the sight of the socialization, seemingly so easy and relaxed, made her smile. She passed them quietly, their delighted tones twirling into the locker room and adding to the merry atmosphere. Her fingers skittered over the dial on the lock to her assigned locker. "It seems the experimental classes have been a success thus far," she said brightly, looking over to one of the other dancers in the room with her. "How have you been finding the experience?" Cassandra tried to be social with other students, though she'd already noticed an ebb and flow of people joining and shortly leaving the program. It made her unsure if each conversation, no matter how great or small, would be her last with someone. A sad note to an otherwise wonderful time, she had to admit. Sadder, if she let her processor continue the train of thought into how few constants she had at this point in her life, besides perhaps a particular mechanic.

@silver-blooded-synthetics

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"I suppose that is one way to explain RA9 and deviancy..."

@crxmes

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Surely, within reasonable bounds. I'm sure an officer wouldn't harass anyone, right~? Only do what's necessary for solving a case.

If I die I don’t want to see anything saying “he never bothered anyone” yes the fuck I did

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This is alarming and disturbing behavior. I really hope that kid is able to get help somehow. Reblogging just in case anyone following me is in a similar circle, as a heads up.

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So this is a fun post to make.

You all may have seen another user post about the tyler-likes-you thing. And yes, it happened to me too. The kid lied about their age and messaged quite a few of the blogs. Fun.

Problem is this blog, and my other one @gavin-a-reed do get flirty in DMs. In character, as long as the other person is over 18 and initiates.

And now I’m being threatened that it’ll all be “leaked.”

Just figured I’d warn all of you before it actually happens, because yes, I am not going to unblock them for anything. They made their fake age the same as my real one to make me more comfortable. That’s fucking creepy. I was under the impression they were 22 and they are 15.

I’d also like to say that this kid is seriously ill. They confessed their straight up love to me, convinced that it’s real despite me never messaging them as myself, only as the characters.

Screenshots:

So there’s all that. I’m grossed out, there’s the threat so you all can see it.

Tyler’s accounts:

•tyler-likes-you

•keithsbloghelp

•idontstalkpeople

There’s another but I can’t remember the username.

Stay safe fellas, and I guess have fun if you see a photo of me with a (fake) dick shoved in my pants in the next couple days.

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Have you gone to see a tech recently, by chance?

C͉͊onn̝͆ê̻ċ̳t̻̋ing̛̝ to sě͇r̩̾ve̢̕r…̮̕

Co̙͘nn͔͋ect͇̋i̱͠n̟̔g͈͘ t͙͂o͓͌ ̘͞ser̡̍ve̟͐r…

Cȏ̬n̫̑nect̺̉i̭͗ng̼̒ tō̮ s̠̀è͓r͊͜v̝́er̼̀…

Ā̧̠̱͉̟̎̇̉̔c̭̣̈͌c͕͇͂̎e̺̖̔̓š̝s̢̼͙͑͞͞ ̝̒d̤̻͔̒͐̕e̱̫̠̳͋͂̐͡n̯̻̞̿́̍i̞̙̓̇̊͢ḛ̛͇̹̣̀̊̓d̛͈̥̙̕͘͢͡

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Heeey @staff any way we can tell the ads to STOP showing us graphic dental implant images? I'm fine with ads on the site. I am NOT okay with seeing sharp metal being shoved into someone's gums. I don't even see a way to request to not see this content, so wtf. I haven't even looked up dental related things lately to find a new dentist so this is extra concerning as to why this is being shoved in my face for no reason. ))

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Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.

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I feel like this is a wonderful way to get additional damage done to yourself...

At least make sure you properly scope the premises and surrounding homes out, first, to reduce your risk of detection and potential injury!

I wanna break into someone's house and judge them depending on how their house looks like

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If this is on the chances of Mr. Kamski actually apologizing...

...I perhaps should make a call to a friend, ask if she can drive him herself... that might be faster.

Mmhm. Thats what I thought bitch.

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....might I suggest calling for at least a cab to the hospital? Or an ambulance?

Mmhm. Thats what I thought bitch.

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....I do not know the entire context, but I have heard mechanics at the garage frequently say "He's dead, Jim," and that is all that comes to mind reading this....

I poured Thirium all over @313-248-317-87 ’s jacket hours ago. Can’t wait until he discovers it.

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Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

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ST200 was formally a hostess for a program called the

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Error detected . . . Patching . . . Data corrupted.  Continuing program.

Upon her deviancy, she was able to gain her freedom and immediately set out into the world. She found herself filled with questions--namely, who she even was.

Obtaining falsified documentation identifying herself as Cassandra Warren, she began to make excursions beyond Detroit. Though she was in full support of the Revolution, she felt uneasy allowing herself to travel while known as an android. Despite this, and knowing the potential danger it could bring if she could not properly conceal it, she couldn't bring herself to remove her LED. A part of her, perhaps, still wanted to cling to a semblance of... whatever, whoever, she had been. She did not want to be human. Just able to live her life among them.

Cassandra, or "Cas," has come to realize she has a keen fascination with activities such as gardening, hiking, and performance arts--particularly ballet. Nature is something she finds to be calming, along with inspiring. Spending her time within community gardens or parks in the city, simply enjoying the resiliency of nature, and people watching... Cas often laughs she could do it for 'days on end' without risking getting bored. For activities that require finances, such as dance classes and gardening supplies, she has taken to odd jobs. The most common of which is acting as a receptionist at the Aviary Garage and Scrapyard, where she has formed a sort of friendship with Avery Blair.

This is the basic background for Cassandra within her main universe within a post-revolution Detroit. Adaptations will be applied as necessary to each verse. Unless discussed OOCly, however, please assume this is her base state for interactions.

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I sort of want to go to a zoo. Or aquarium. There's so many animals I want to see in person!

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Of course, Connor! You deserve lots of friends and happiness in your life.

do you have any people (potential friends) you recommend?

IC? Cassandra/ST200 hasn't met a lot of people yet! I'm sure she'll form very strong opinions on that, though, as time goes on.

Her LED flickers yellow as her head tilts, blue eyes slanting upwards as she considers the question. After a few seconds, the swirling light fades back to blue, and she smiles brightly as she looks back. "Hm... while the concept of 'potential friends' is subjective due to varying requirements people have to form such attachments... I believe I can recommend Connor. He seems rather sweet, in my interactions with him.

There is also Mr. Blackquill, though I suppose he is... not sweet, and seems hesitant around androids--but he seems to be a competent prosecutor!"

Shoutout to @ask-rk800-connor-dbh! Cas is crossfandom-friendly, so also shouting out to @thetwistedronin