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m!Android caregiver x crazy psychiatric patient gn!reader

part 2

Before reading this part, look at the part 1!

Warnings: psychotic behavior, schizophrenia, hearing voices, seeing floating eyes, hallucinations, taking medication, displeased Alois (shortly), body to body contact,...

Otherwise: soft caregiver android, gentle with gn!reader, understanding, fluff, willing gn!reader in love~, confused android Alois because of his feelings (?)

Timeline was far from your mind, your consciousness wandering through corridors that were constantly changing shape. The constant search for something unknown was exhausting for you.

An hour might have passed. Maybe it was half a day? A minute? Sadness enveloped your entire body. Your thoughts were drowning and you had to breathe manually. Steps. Annoying sound, repeating itself. Loud.

The door to the room creaked open. If the straitjacket didn't hold your arms, you'd block your ears. Everything around was drowned out by voices whispering, shouting, speaking or laughing. However, with one single sentence, everything fell silent. „Greetings, Y/N, I apologize for the wait. I hope you weren't too lonely for those ten minutes."

With a quick jerk of your head to the side, you saw your caregiver again, coming to your bed, where you were lying. Your vision was blurry, his voice sounded like he was talking to you through glass. You were in a psychiatric hospital for a reason, but you weren’t stupid. It was clear that the state you were in was caused by all those pills. The only way they knew was to drug you down completely, just to make you a little less of a threat.

His presence brought a smile to your face. While Alois was untying you, he told you that he is going to help you brush your teeth. Normally, you would hiss, growl, squirm, and panic. How was this different? Why do you trust a humanoid robot? Alois had prepared a wheelchair so that he could transport you to the bathroom. In the hazy state you were in every morning after breakfast, it was impossible to get you on your feet… Still, you secretly hoped that instead of a wheelchair, he would carry you to the bathroom in his arms like prince would.

Your dreams were dashed when your wheelchair was already pushed ahead of him. You tilted your head back, looking at your robot. His neutral smile was driving you crazy more than your broken brain. After Alois noticed your gaze, he started a small talk with you.

„Are you okay, Y/N? Your head tilted like this looks a bit uncomfortable." You just kept watching his upturned face. Eyeballs occasionally flashed around his head, staring at both of you. Every time the eyeballs appeared around the previous caregivers, they crawled into them and turned them into monsters, demons, who repeatedly attacked you. You defended yourself by attacking, biting their fingers off, gouging their eyes out, and trying to harm them in any way you could. Every time you managed to defend yourself, other people came to punish you.

Every day carried the same principle. However, no eye entered Alois. He was like a holy figure, immune to all the threats you saw. In the ward where you were for the first few days before they moved you to isolation, the bathroom was connected as toilet, shower, and sink. Now each room was separate for your safety, but especially theirs. The room with the sink was medium-sized. There was nothing more in it than tiles and a sink with a chair.

In the mirror hanging above the sink, you saw yourself in the wheelchair, Alois behind you and... a whole crowd of eyeballs. There were hundreds of them, different sizes, different iris colors. It was a wonder how many eyeballs could fit into the room, but the rule was that they all stayed behind Alois.

The drugs in your body had completely paralyzed you. The only part of your body you could control was your head. Otherwise, your body was like a rag doll. Alois sat down on the chair across from you after wetting a toothbrush and putting a toothpaste on it.

„I'm asking for your cooperation. Your mind may be foggy right now, but I need you to concentrate and open your mouth as wide as you can." Alois spoke calmly on a monotone.

He held the toothbrush to your closed lips and waited. You were about to open your mouth, but felt an unpleasant presence at your right shoulder. Your eyes lifted to the mirror hanging behind Alois where you saw that unimaginable multitude of eyeballs. The largest of them, with a red iris and pulsating veins, hovered near your head on the right side, hypnotizing you. You froze.

„Something is wrong." Alois stated. It was not a question, just a harsh statement. „I detect increased cardiovascular activity and heavier breathing." he added before leaning closer to your sweaty face. His inhumanly blue eyes scanned you, watching every movement to the smallest level, every twitch and jolt.

„Tell me—," Alois started in a half whisper „—what do you see that I don't?" Heartwarming, he was willing to listen to you and solve whatever was bothering you at that moment. You wouldn't have spoken, even if you weren't under the influence of various medications. So you started moving your eyes to your right side and back. He glanced the same way, back to you and then nodded.

„Do I have your permission to... move and seat you in another way?" You wanted to shout 'Do whatever you want with me!' but you had no choice but to nod your head in agreement again.

Without further ado, Alois placed his firm, cold hands on you. The blood began to color your cheeks as you realized he had placed you on his lap. You were sitting on his left thigh, while your feet were resting on his right one. He was supporting your back with his left arm, while he held the toothbrush in his other hand.

Then he turned his gaze to where you had been pointing with your eyes before. You saw all those eyes behind your wheelchair, not moving, just floating there in place. Staring. „Do you feel safer now?" Alois's voice spoke above your head. You answered him with a smile. „I am pleased."

While brushing your teeth, he paused now and then, handing you a cup to spit into. If the doctors saw how willing you are to cooperate, they would pull out all their hair in disbelieve.

While Alois focused on your teeth, you got lost in the sight of his attractive face. He was so focused, handsome, kind,... A true replica of a caregiver. He turned to the sink for the cup one last time, this time filling it with water and leaving it standing there. „You're going to rinse your mouth now."

He stood up with you in his arms and you expected him to put you back in the wheelchair so he could lead you closer to the sink. Instead, he quickly turned the chair he was sitting on with his foot so that it faced the sink. It made a loud creaking sound, the chair was metal and quite heavy. If a person tried that, they would break their leg.

Now you sat on his lap facing the mirror and with his help you rinsed your mouth. You looked in the mirror one last time and at the reflection of all those eyeballs staring at you before Alois picked you up again.

„Should I place you back in the wheelchair, or do you want him to carry you?" Your choice was obvious. The wheelchair remained in the room with the sink, while you snuggled into Alois' chest in his embrace.

There was no time left to focus on the eyeballs, you decided to ignore them for the moment. You wanted to enjoy his closeness as much as possible. „I've noticed this morning that you're the calmest around me. Your comfort and happiness are my priority, I'll arrange something for you."

You were head over heels in love. If you were in an anime, love effects would be racing around your head. You could almost hear the sparkles. The hall seemed short, you were back in your empty room in no time. He laid you on the plain bed and hovered above you for a while.

Alois's instructions were clear: To follow your routine and make sure you were as calm and comfortable as possible. After brushing your teeth, he was supposed to tie you to the bed again and not untie you until lunchtime. He thought hard about this action, trying to find any solution that would accomplish his task without having to torment you further.

„I am assessing the situation, please wait." His eyes were blank for a moment. Finally, he knelt down next to your bed and described his decision. „You are to supposed be tied down while waiting for lunch. Your straitjacket fulfills this duty, there is no need to tie your legs and chest if you show no sign of disobedience. I will also keep you company here so that you feel safe."

A couple of eyeballs that were in the room started shaking, as if they were very angry. You were elated and wanted to hug him. Nevertheless couldn't. You turned on your side to look directly at him. You two talked for a long time, well, he talked and you responded with your face.

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At least an hour has passed. "How about we practice speaking, Y/N?" Alois suggested. You had troubles with talking, but you would really like to express yourself in words. Any communication with Alois would make you grateful.

He helped you sit up and brushed your hair out of your face. 'Such a caring gesture!' You thought. Everything he did brought a smile to your face. You were already feeling less under the influence of the drugs, still a little groggy but able to concentrate.

„Before you start speaking, let's practice your articulation. You will repeat the movements of my lips, according to what I say. Do you understand?" You nodded. „Great. I would start with the sentence; 'I have been very good today.' because it is very truthful. I remind you that now you only need to move your lips without using your vocal cords."

Alois always said a piece of the word very slowly and waited for you to imitate it with your lips. He repeated the sentence several times, slowly speeding up. „You are doing really well, I have to commend you." Your cheeks were red and you were smiling from ear to ear.

„Now we're going to try to exercise your vocal cords. I noticed that you have no problem with making sounds like whining, groaning, etc. So I'll ask you to make any sound now." Making any noise for no reason felt a little awkward to you. „I understand it may feel embarrassing in this situation. May I help you to make a noise?"

Perverted thoughts raced through your head. 'Damn yeah, help me make a sound for you-' Your face turned smug. With your consent, Alois took one of your feet in his hands and began to tickle you softly, which made you laugh out loud. „Well? Listen to that pretty voice of yours. Laughing effortlessly."

Stopping to tickle you for a moment he continued in his speech. „While you're laughing, move your lips according to the words. Let's start... 'I'.." Everything worked so well, it really sounded like you were talking. You repeated the words over and over until you got the sentence perfect.

„I have- hahah.. been v-very hihi!.. good toda-hay! hahah!!" Alois smiled contentedly. „That's right, very good patient of mine." You enjoyed this activity, you hadn't laughed like this in a long time, it was a nice change and you liked Alois even more, if that was even possible.

You tried some more sentences until Alois announced that it was lunch time. Your whole body was shaking in excitement that he's going to carry you again. Oh how you were wrong.

„You are able to walk on your own two feet again, I can't just carry you everywhere." Alois explained to you, trying to drag you into the hallway by your arm. You protested like a brat and decided to use your You are able to walk on your own two feet again, I can't just carry you everywhere. Alois explained to you, trying to drag you into the hallway by your arm. You protested like a brat and decided to use your proven tactic; using your weight and collapsing to the ground.

Alois crossed his arms, unamused. „So that's how you are deciding to play, hm?" You did puppy eyes below him, to no avail. He bent towards you and spoke. „It is good for us both when you cooperate, I wouldn't want you to mess it up. Please stand up." You continued to frown. „Okay then, we'll do it the hard way."

You were expecting bad things to happen. Will other people come and force you into the lunchroom? Will Alois drag you along the floor? Could he possibly raise his hand and hit you? Beat you up like people always did when you didn't behave? None of this happened. Even worse.

Alois turned and started walking down the hallway. He was walking slowly, but it was unbearably painful for you. The annoying voices around you started to get louder, eyeballs started to rise both behind you and between you and Alois.

You felt sick from your stomach and panicked. You started to whine and lay on your side with your knees close to your chest. Alois turned in your direction, but you didn't see him with all those eyeballs in front of you. It was disgusting when feeling them touching you, something whispering in your ear something you didn't understand.

You gave up, you needed his help. As you practiced, you took a breath, screamed, and mouthed his name. In a second, the eyes near you melted away and Alois was stroking your shoulder. „Deep breaths." he somewhat ordered. „That's it, slow your breathing."

You looked around, agitated. Eyeballs were still there, but further away. In the back of your head you heared distant screams, drowning out Alois's speech. However, his suddenly gruff voice silenced them. „Now. get. up."

Gulping, you rose to your feet with his help. You stared into his now blank eyes in dismay. There was the urge to apologize, only your voice was lost once again. „Walk." was his last word before he put his hand on your back to guide you forward.

The walk down the hall was silent, almost disturbing. 'Was the hall always this long?' You asked yourself. In the room where you were served food, Alois tied you to the armchair like he did in the morning. You didn't risk another protest.

Alois then left to bring a table trolley with the food and a drink. When he returned, he saw you leaning back in your armchair as hard as you could, tears streaming down your face.

He sat down in front of you and addressed you. Without your reaction, he moved his chair closer, to which you finally reacted. He slowly reached his hand to your wet face and wiped your tears. „The chefs prepared rice with pork and vegetables today." You sniffled and glanced over the table trolley.

Alois first put some rice with peas and carrots on his fork and held it in front of your lips. „Open your mouth and taste it." But you were not able to. You kept sobbing and couldn't even take a proper breath.

„What is the reason for your tears?" He asked you as he put the fork back on the plate. „Could this perhaps be because of my reaction to your stubbornness? You have learned from your mistake, there is no need to continue your punishment." He leaned closer in your direction and asked further.

„Or is it because you feel in danger from something you see in the room?" You were sad about both, but cried mostly because of those eyeballs that wouldn't leave you alone.

You pointed with your eyes to your right shoulder, where one was touching you. Alois started waving next to your head as if he was trying to shoo away a fly, and it actually worked! He did the same on your left side, your breathing finally normalized.

„Is it better now?" Nodding, you wiped your remaining tears off with your straitjacket. After a few bites, Alois put the fork down for a moment. „Smile for me, please?" He requested as he bent to your tied feet and tickled one slightly. It made you crack a smile which was enough for him so he kept feeding you.

Behind Alois's back, there was still one big eyeball floating, which made you lose your attention repeatedly. Alois noticed that you were staring behind him. He snapped his fingers a few times to get your attention. „Eyes on me, don't look at that." Gulping, you took another bite from the fork he held. He tried to distract you with small talk.

„I was thinking about what activity I should prepare for you this afternoon." Silently, you chewed your pork with rice, listening. „Would it be to your liking to get creative?" 'To get creative' could mean many things. Your face still seemed uninterested. „Drawing perhaps?" You hadn't drawn in a long time. You remembered the old days when you sat at your desk and drew instead of paying attention in class. No voices, no eyeballs, just paper, pencil and you. Good times.

The corners of your lips began to rise, forming a smile. „Judging by your expression, you'll be happy with such activity." When you finished eating, Alois offered to take you to your room first and then take the food and the table trolley away. You started shaking your head aggressively. You wanted him to stay in the room with you afterwards. If he took you there first, he would have to come back to tidy that and that would take too long. Nu-uh.

And so Alois tasked you with counting to ten for the second time today. You closed your eyes for a moment so that you could concentrate only on counting. It didn't do you much, not even your eyelids made the eyeballs disappear, you could still see them. You couldn't hear your own thoughts, let alone how you were counting. You didn't even realize that you had started counting out loud. At number nine, Alois returned and praised you for hearing your voice.

After untying your legs and chest, he helped you down from the armchair. „You are going to be a good patient and walk. Right?" Although Alois asked it sounded more as a statement. You nodded your head in agreement. He led you down the same hallway for the sixth time today. Eyeballs circled you, dodging the android caregiver.

The pale yellow walls reflected the bad feelings that were mixing inside you. You knew that you were going to get another injection and that Alois wouldn't be able to see you for two hours. You wouldn't cross the line (not again), but you had to try to hold him in as long as possible.

You nuzzled his left side, trying to get his attention. „Y/N, I know what you're trying to do." You raised your head in disbelief. „It won't work." Pouting, you continued the nuzzling. „Your character could be compared to a cat." He began as he led you to the bed. „At first, without trust. You bit, scratched, made warning sounds and defended yourself. After a while of coaxing, you calmed down and slowly started to trust." He had already laid you on your bed and tied your legs and your chest. „And now look at yourself. You want attention and cuddles."

You took a breath and tried your best to speak. Alois listened carefully so he wouldn't miss anything. „Mm.. Wh-hat.. aanim..mal.. uh.. you?" was the best you could do. „What animal would I represent?" Alois made sure you meant your question like this. „I am afraid that I do not have a certain personality that could be compared to an animal."

Your eyes wandered over his handsome face. You didn't know what kind of animal would suit him either. He was so kind and caring… yet serious and authoritative. Opening your mouth caught his attention again. „S... Stag.?" You couldn't have come up with anything better.

Deep in thought, Alois raised his head. „If you were able to think of an animal for me, could it…it probably means that.." Your gazes connected. „That I do have my own personality." You could have sworn you heard happiness in his voice. With the widest smile you'd ever seen from him, he pat your head and stood up.

Nervously, you looked at the eyeballs above you. Alois's white cloak, which he had just taken off, flashed before your eyes. He covered your body with it, with words: „Here, this will protect you until I come back for you." Cupid's arrow pierced your heart and your cheeks turned red. You didn't even have time to react to the sting in your thigh from the injection Alois had just given you. Before he left, he closed your open mouth with his finger and stroked your cheek lovingly.

You wanted to scream your lungs out, but they were clogged with love! Alois waved to you one last time before closing the heavy door. The eyeballs above you were shaking with absolute rage. Angry voices could be heard in the distance, but all you could hear was the beating of your heart. You sniffed the cloak you were covered by. Unfortunately, Alois didn't have his own scent, but it smelled nice of laundry detergent. That was enough for you to fall into a pleasant sleep. Now all you had to do was wait for your angelic prince of metal to return.

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A fever dream was playing in your head, the kind you won't remember when you wake up. You felt a hand caressing your forehead, a warm presence protecting you from your own thoughts. You felt like you were being watched, but that was nothing new to you, you had experienced it every minute you were awake.

Your body was slowly but surely waking up and the dream was coming to an end like a movie. However, the feeling of safety did not leave you, it was strange to hear nothing but pleasant silence. Where had those voices gone? That fear and nervousness? Was it perhaps the calm before the storm? Opening your wet eyes, you examined what was happening around you.

Not a single eyeball in sight, not a single stray voice in earshot. Only Alois squatting on the floor next to you. He was the one caressing your forehead, his eyes were the ones watching you. „I didn't want to wake you, you looked content." He confessed in a low voice.

A pink pillow was placed in the middle of the floor with a stack of papers and crayons. There was also a plate with... a sliced apple? You were eager to ask how long he had been keeping you company. Eventually, he shared this information with you himself without you having to ask.

„It's currently twelve past two, are you ready to start?" 'Did I waste almost a quarter of an hour by sleeping?' The cloak of his must have been magical since it put you to the best sleep you've had in probably months.

After he put on his white cloak again, he untied you and helped you sit up. „I'll take off your straitjacket." When the caregivers used to take off your straitjacket, you had to listen to an endless lecture about what would happen if you didn't cooperate, what would happen if you tried anything and so on. You were always either chained, tied, or wearing a straitjacket. Even when they showered you.

All Alois asked of you was to: „Be good." It felt great when you could finally stretch your arms. You were now wearing only hospital pants with your dark brown short-sleeved T-shirt. „I'm glad to see you relaxed." He said and offered you his hand, which you took with a smile. He sat you down on the pink pillow and sat across from you on the floor. You knew very well how cold the floor was, but Alois probably didn't have temperature sensors on his… well, his ass.

...Even so, it seemed unfair to you. As he started preparing the paper with the crayons, you felt an unpleasant presence behind you. The eyeballs were farther away from your body, but you still felt uncomfortable. Even though you didn't like looking at them, it was much worse to feel them there but not see them.

You tried to suppress the feeling, but as soon as you turned back to Alois, they started to come closer. You got a little scared and leaned closer to Alois. „Can I help you somehow, Y/N?" 'Oh yes, of course you can!' You shouted to yourself. You stood up slowly so it wouldn't look like you wanted to attack, which you did often and you were sure Alois knew about your erratic behavior. Crouching, you walked over to him and pulled his sleeve.

„Should I get up?" He asked and you nodded gently. As you demanded, he did. You grabbed his cold, hard, iron but loving palm and led him to the pillow you had been sitting on a moment ago. Pointing at it, you wanted to make him sit. „You don't have to worry about me, that pillow is for you so you don't catch a cold. I don't have temperature sensors on my-" Before he could finish, you forcefully pushed him onto it. You dramatically wiped the sweat from your forehead and looked back at those eyeballs.

As you thought, they retreated even more, some regrouping on the other side of the room. You felt proud for solving half of your problem. „What is with that smug face?" Alois interrupted your moment. You stared at each other for a moment, speechless, before you turned and sat in his lap. You were stiff, unsure if you were going to get into trouble. „I'll let this one slide." Alois shrugged eventually.

He leaned over you to hand you the paper that was lying a few inches away, giving you a little squeeze. And ohh how you loved him leaning over you, being so close… No thoughts in that twisted head of yours, just 'AAAHHH'.

When Alois straightened up, he placed one hand behind his back for balance. „This will be a somewhat challenging topic for you, but I would like to ask you to draw what your eyes see, what makes you feel so panicky. If you don't feel like talking, you can also communicate with me through writing."

No one had ever done this activity with you before, and you thought it was brilliant. At least you wouldn't feel so misunderstood anymore. You looked ahead on your 'still life' and grabbed a black crayon. Alois watched as your hands fluttered on the paper over your shoulder.

You chose different colored crayons and depicted the irises of all those eyeballs. You drew them all looking into the center of the paper, where you then drew a little imitation of yourself.

You held the paper up in front of you so Alois could see it better and next you pointed in front of you. He followed where your finger was pointing, however wasn't able to see what you were seeing. At least now he understood better why you were so nervous and almost always restless.

„Seeing floating eyes all the time would make me a patient here pretty soon as well." Mocking a laugh, you grabbed another paper where you sloppily drew one big eyeball with a red iris across the entire paper. On another piece of paper, you tried to draw Alois as best you could. You spent at least ten minutes working at that drawing. From time to time you looked up at him so you didn't miss a single detail. Then you put both pieces of paper next to each other and moved Alois' picture closer to the eyeball, which you moved away.

He understood that the reason you were holding him as close to your body as possible all the time was because he could drive away those eyeballs. Of course, you could have just written him this information, but when else would you have had the opportunity to draw something? Finally, you put the papers on the floor and drew a small heart next to Alois's sketch with a red crayon.

„I will do everything in my power to rid you of these visions." He promised, while grabbing the red crayon. "As your personal caregiver, it is my job to take care of you, to keep you happy and safe." He also drew a small heart next to the sketch of your little figure on the first drawing. "—And I will fulfill my duty."

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, reflecting the light from the ceiling. You slowly turned to face him and hugged him around the neck. Alois patted you on the back in return, waiting patiently for you to sit down again.

„Let's not forget that apple." He told you, handing over the plate. Then he wiped your tears off with the sleeve of his coat while you enjoyed your snack.

For just a moment, he looked back at the drawings you had drawn and then at the place you had pointed to. Whether there was something or not, he was starting to worry a little about whether it was really safe to leave you alone with these... entities.

He discreetly took a piece of his cloak and covered part of your legs with it. He wasn't sure why he made the gesture, but it felt right. You felt right. Right there, in his lap with a smile on your face.

Alois watched you longer than he should have, but couldn't take his eyes off you. You held the last piece of your apple in front of his mouth. You knew very well that he probably wouldn't be able to eat it, but you wanted to show that you cared for him anyway.

„I assume you haven't forgotten that I'm an android." Your hair brushed across your shoulders as you shook your head. Ready to pull your hand back Alois shocked you by taking the piece between his lips made of synthetic skin. He accepted your 'gift' in gratitude. For a short while he held it between his lips for a moment before instinctively leaning towards you. He wasn't sure what he was doing or why he was doing it.

Touching your lips with the apple resting between his lips, he waited for you to take it. As soon as your teeth gently bit into the apple, Alois let go of it and straightened up again, maintaining eye contact. He noticed the blood rising in your cheeks, but he kept it to himself. You looked away as you started chewing, thinking your head was going to explode like a volcano.

To distract you from what had just happened, Alois tasked you with drawing something else than eyeballs. While you were leaning over the paper and still sitting on his lap, he was trying hard to put together those new informations in his database. He realized that all the data he had about you was not complete. He was programmed to complete the tasks that were assigned to him. But the tasks he was given had no set limits. His system was overheating and you felt his hands, placed on you, getting warmer.

On another paper next to the one you were drawing on you wrote a question: „You are able to change your body temperature ´･ᴗ･` ?" His eyebrows furrowed at the fact that you noticed this change. „Yes, I am able to heat certain parts of my body on a command. Although it takes more time to cool down afterwards." 'Cool..' you thought, then continued to write. „Why did you warm your hands? If it was for me, thank you, but I'm not cold (˃ᆺ˂)."

Alois got stuck in his answer, as he was forbidden to lie. He could twist the truth, but he couldn't and wasn't allowed to tell a straight lie. His pause seemed suspiciously long, you hoped everything was okay. He was staring straight ahead without moving. You looked in the same direction but all you saw were eyeballs. It was as if he was looking directly at them but… that was impossible. You reached out to touch him, but you quickly flinched at the boiling temperature of his neck.

'What is going on!?' You were afraid that Alois broke down. However, this thought turned out to be false when Alois grabbed your arms and stood you both up. Then he sat you down on the pink pillow he had been sitting on and moved himself to the spot across from you where he was originally supposed to sit. You were so shocked that you didn't even make a sound.

You had no idea what was happening, if you had done something wrong or… And then the door opened. „Good afternoon, colleague, how can I help you?" Alois greeted in a neutral voice. One of the caregivers who was also a doctor stood in the doorway, wearing the same uniform as Alois. You had seen him before, the last time during a check-up when one of the eyeballs had entered him and turned him into a monster that tried to eat you. They drugged you so much for the rest of that day that you didn't wake up until the next afternoon.

„Hi, I'm just checking in. There are no cameras in this room, so we want to make sure… they're not being naughty." Spoke the chubby man with square glasses and looked your way. „Don't leave them loose for too long." he added incredulously. You saw two smaller eyeballs sink into his legs. His entire figure slowly began to turn black from the bottom up and you felt as if someone was talking to you from behind.

„My patient is behaving well and causing minimal problems. I know how to do my job and if something happens that I can't handle, my program will send a signal to the control center." He announced and took one paper from the stack of papers and put it in front of you. You started looking around in confusion because your drawings of eyes and Alois had disappeared somewhere.

The man started talking again but all you heard was a wail and a roar coming from his toothy mouth. It was no longer a person standing there, but something else. You started to shake and covered your ears to keep from going deaf. The only thing that drowned out the noise was Alois's calm voice, saying that he would stop by later.

After that the door closed, there was silence. However, the feeling inside you persisted, you were on the verge of tears. „I'm sorry." His voice sounded, less monotonous this time. „I must have confused your mind with my quick movements." He apologized while pulling out the drawings you were looking for from under his cloak.

You didn't even notice that Alois had hidden them, everything happened too fast… why did he hide them though? „Please don't be angry at my earlier reaction." He searched your glassy eyes for forgiveness. Peace engulfed him only after you smiled and wiped away one of your tears.

You spent the rest of the time explaining to him through drawings and writings what all those eyeballs do. How they turn people into monsters, how they try to hurt you, how much you're afraid of them. In the process, you ended up back in the position where Alois was sitting on that pink pillow and you were on his lap.

His body had cooled down during that time. Before the end of your afternoon session, he helped you practice your speaking. You laughed a lot while doing so, Alois noted the development in his program and knowledge, through your positive and negative emotions.

He wrote down and recorded information about your every reaction for himself. Alois didn't understand that all the data he got about you was so terrible. He imagined 'a problematic person' differently.

„Although your drawing skills are admirable, I would suggest that we destroy these two drawings depicting eyeballs and the one with a monster. Maybe the negative emotions they carry will disappear too." You agreed and tore up the first one. Alois crumpled up the remaining two and put all three of them in his coat pocket. You took the sketch of Alois and held it up to the wall above your bed. „Do you want to decorate your room with this?" He asked and you started nodding happily. Alois promised to stick it on the wall later.

Alois picked up the straitjacket that was lying on your bed, you understood that it was time again when he had to put it on you and leave you for a while. There was no troublemaking in your mind. Only one last thing you wanted… no, needed to do. You walked over to him and hugged him tightly around the waist. His middle was harder than the rest of his body, but it was still the best hug. He put his hand on your shoulder and stroked it.

When you released him after a few moments, he put the straitjacket on you and helped you lie down on the bed. „We'll see what you're having for dinner." He said as he tied your legs. You looked at him like he was an angel, his face relentlessly smoochable.

„I'll be back in an hour." He promised you and smiled sweetly. You tried with all your might to get one short sentence out of you as a goodbye. „..B..Bye, m-my st..ag." Alois stroked your hair. „See you, Y/N, thank you for behaving for me. You're such a good patient." That was enough motivation for you not to go completely crazy for that hour. His praise was the best reward.

When he closed the door behind him, the annoying eyeballs and malicious voices started to bother you again. You had no idea that Alois was still standing outside the door, starting to overheat again.

part 3

@liv-007

#x reader #x y/n #m!android caregiver x gn! reader #fluff #fanfiction #headcannons #fanfic #monster x reader #y/n #monster x human reader #android x human reader #android x reader #android #android x gn!reader

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mini-ism · 7 months ago

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#— MODULATE.

⭑ pairings: billy kid x afab!gn!reader [MDNI]

⭑ words: 1,722

⭑ synopsis: billy can’t help but beg you to try out his fancy new arousal module.

⭑ warnings: loss of virginity/first time, grinding/dry humping, p in v, slight praise kink, unprotected intercourse, overstimulation (billy), afab reader (gender neutral, no pronouns/feminine terms) 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

⭑ notes: crossposted to AO3, lighter is still bae

“and where did you find this?” you quirked an eyebrow, your curious gaze holding billy’s. you couldn’t help but wonder what motivated the android to obtain… whatever that was.

he excitedly squealed. “it’s only a top of the line module, and you wouldn’t ever believe me if i told you the truth — that i found it a hollow! perfectly intact, too!” billy’s tinny voice drawled on, “these are totally rare, only few can get their hands on ‘em! so, please, you gotta let me try it out! come on, just once! it’ll be fun!”

you sighed affectionately, letting billy interpret your lack of a rebuttal as a meager ‘sure, why not?’

as billy slipped off his signature red jacket, he guided you to the module slot carefully disguised on his back. it rested right below the metallic shoulder, where the scapula would be on a human. “press it, it’ll open easy. though it might jump out at ya.”

he had warned you, but as you pressed it, it immediately sprung open, perhaps somewhat violently. you took note of a few occupied slots, the standard emotional module, with a few other cartridge-looking modules taking up some of the slots. you slid in the next one, silently hoping you did it right, the action reminiscent of putting in a SIM card.

“did you get it?” you closed the metal plate, positioning it along his back normally. “yeah, i think so.” he replied in an inquisitive tone.

billy straightened his back, his yellow optical sensors providing an expression his face plate couldn’t. his eyes widened, then he blinked, a confused look donning his expressive feature, “huh, i don’t feel anything yet. but it is definitely in!”

you nodded. “surely you're not mistaken? you said that was an arousal module?”

he affirmed it was, taking note of your puzzled face. were you always that cute? you were, but it feels a bit different now with that cartridge-thing in his back.

“it takes specific actions and things to get someone arou—”

“i know that!” billy rudely interrupted, maybe a bit flustered, “you don’t gotta explain all that to me! just don’t know how it feels is all.”

you could hear him trail off embarrassingly, his eyes downturned, avoiding your gaze. you really are a cutie, he just can’t handle your scrutiny is all!

it was awkward for a few moments before you cut through the tense atmosphere with your… delicate and charming… kind voice…

“so, uh, do you still want to try it out?” your eyes landed on the unworn red jacket, previously in your peripheral.

“…yeah, i do.” his robotic, boyish voice was quieter than usual, but sincerity lied in his words.

you might drive him mad already, though that emotion was terribly unfamiliar. especially with how much closer you kept getting. even through the cold, hard metal of his body, he could feel the warmth radiating from your skin. the sensation was akin to a short-circuit.

“ah… you’re warm.” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist. your hands moved to circle around his neck, planting a soft kiss to it. he let out an unrestrained noise, the foreign feeling getting him worked up. he could feel his body growing strangely hotter, too.

your barrage of touches and kisses eventually pushed him back onto your bed, even the soft sheets sent a thrill through him. it was overwhelming, in a way, all these typical things heightened every other sense of his, like an erotic yet sadistic cycle of pleasurable torment. it was as if billy’s body were not even his own to control anymore, seriously, why is he whining like this?

“oh, i—” his voice was strangled and squeaky, letting out all sorts of overstimulated noises, all of the familiar parts of life suddenly a different type of exciting, “you’re so… ugh—”

what the fuck was that?

his hips, they just bucked up, why did they do that? why did that friction feel the way it did as you straddled him closer? it felt good, all that warmth, especially between your legs… how lewd.

“that’s it, billy.” your voice, it was enchanting, lulling him into an erotic trance. a gentle guide towards a pleasure only many androids and robots could ever wish to experience. he made another weak, squeaky noise in response, his flexible hands moving to cup your ass. as you littered his neck and face with more kisses, your hands roamed over the smooth, rigid metal of his body. you could feel the heat radiating from the core of his chest.

“feels nice. really nice, ah,” billy’s hips involuntarily jolted upward. sure, billy structure was made to replicate a human’s body, but even that part of him worked? jarring, to him at least. it was terribly sensitive too, more so than any other part of his carefully made body. his hands rode up your sides, hiking up your shirt selfishly. his hands came up to squeeze your breasts a few times, savoring the feeling of the soft, heated flesh in his mechanical palms. with a mindless yank, your shirt came off, your skin prickling as it made contact with the chilled air. your nipples were no exception, hardening into pert buds within seconds. billy pinched them a few times, taking the sight in perversely. he let out a sudden gasp.

“just like that, oh, f-fuck…” billy’s voice faltered as you rocked your body his along his clothed erection. seems this module did more than one thing. your hands snaked back around his neck, your grinding growing more desperate with every movement, billy’s grip on your ass tightening. you leaned in close, the friction against your needy clit a wonderful relief, but so painfully temporary. just a little more and you could…

“billy, i wanna take you.” you abruptly stopped, breathing hotly against his cold neck, your cheek pressed against it. he silently lifted your hips and ass up, quickly working the belt undone and unzipping his pants. something sprang out, but it wasn’t painful or cold at all. it was just as unfamiliar to him as it was you.

“so do you just…?” he asked sheepishly.

“yeah,” you murmured back, letting one arm pull down your pants, shimmying them off with a bit if concentrated effort. your panties were through one leg as your stayed straddled on billy, his larger frame leaned against the wall your bed was positioned on. you gave billy a shy, heated look, your breathing labored as you went in for another kiss on his cheek, your arms meeting again behind his neck.

that crazy overwhelming feeling has only worsened, even as he desperately tried to shrug it off. he could feel his cock vigorously twitch with each latent thought running through him. he placed his hands gently onto your hips, guiding your entrance towards his tip, his eyes narrowing as he cast a side-long glance of reassurance to you. his maneuvering was gentle and soft, taking one hand to line himself up with you. billy’s tone was akin to his delicate handling of your body, “go on, when you’re ready, ‘kay?”

you whispered a small “okay,” sinking yourself down onto him. you whined, billy’s two-handed grip firm, yet tender and assuring. “you got it.”

the stretch was no longer excruciating, dissolving into a delicious mixture of ecstasy and masochistic agony. as you sullied yourself down further onto him, you held him tighter, closer, with another needy mewl. this was just as intense for him. the feeling of being entirely enveloped by heat was exhilarating, yet it threatened to consume him whole if he wasn't careful. billy groaned, keeping himself in check for as long as he could. you reached the hilt of his cock, his shaft buried in you deep, the potent sensation intoxicating.

“there we go.” he patted your side, gingerly pulling you upwards, only the needy head of his cock remaining. you whimpered at the loss of him, billy promptly shushing you as he lowered you down again. your eyes screwed shut with a loud moan, feeling his cock split you open again, the action dizzying and feverish. promptly, he pulled you upwards again, your body finally willing to cooperate with his, before letting you down again. with each movement up and down, the thrust into you grew more ardent and urgent. billy’s timid demeanor waned into a heady need for pleasure, your cunt finally accepting his size with minimal give.

“oh, god, you’re tight!” billy threw his head back slightly with a grunt, he dare not shut his eyes for too long. the sight of you finally bounding on him was something to be admired. the way your body grew more desperate with each fuck into you, your shallow and loud breathing, he needed to see all of it. your hips had a mind of their own, taking him with vigor as you took him. with each loud gasp followed a “billy!” or a particularly needy “ah!” no part of him wanted to ever let go of your body.

his thinking and processing became particularly slow, succumbing to primal need, letting you fuck yourself silly on him. billy loved the way you pulled him even closer, the way you would moan on his dick, it was getting to be… a bit much…

he struggled to keep his eyes open, squinted with deep pleasure as he watched you frantically bounce up and down, his hands still resting on your waist. “billy! i’m gonna— oh, fuck!”

that didn’t quite register, in more ways than one. even with a lack of understanding, he found himself reciprocating the intensity, thrusting up into you with a rough and fast tempo. “yeah, do it f’me, just like that.”

your grip around him tightened, legs shaking in overused agony, muscles trembling with need as release washed over you. billy was quick to follow. the burning need came to a head, your hips weakly stuttering on him. his senses were definitely overloaded, the perceived feeling like having his CPU absolutely fried, even so, he could manage decently well. maybe his parts weren’t all cooked up. yeah, definitely a different feeling. a good one, too.

“fuck, billy…” you whined, pussy gushing the last remnants of your orgasm around him, billy’s large arms coming to wrap entirely around your waist again.

“didn’t you just do that?”

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for-those-who-wait · 8 months ago

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Hey I think I asked you about your Detroit become human au before a bit ago but I love the idea so much! I know you’re super busy but if you can I would love to see more about it!

Sorry for asking about it again I’m just really interested in it. 😭🙏

No please don't be sorry I love to talk about it whenever I'm not creatively bankrupt!! I'm just sorry it took so long for me to actually think of new stuff to add

I had some of these doodles already prepared but never really finished them up until I came up with a cute little idea

I didn't think of where to put in Flapjack until I remembered that android animals existed, and then I had a brain blast moment where I realized that Hunter can still talk to Flapjack! They are little android buddies, they can interface and talk and be friends!! I think it would also help to make him feel a bit more comfortable with his identity as an android to be able to have his little buddy to have fun private conversations with. Camila introduces them (maybe he had gotten hurt by a previous owner and she found him and let Gus fix him up) and Hunter is a bit tentative about it at first, but Flapjack is adorable and sweet and quickly wins him over

I just now had the idea that Gus, since he's super into android stuff, would probably be a big resource for software and hardware difficulties. Oh, you fell and your arm is working kinda wonky? Call up Gus, he'll crack you open and take a look. The dude doesn't mind in the least, he freaking LOVES going down mechanical and coding rabbit holes to better understand how androids work. I like to think that if Hunter ever got hurt and chose not to accept help because of body/species dysphoria, Gus would be a really good resource for him to try and feel as normal as possible while he's getting fixed. Gus is his brother and he loves him and they're just good to each other okay? Gus would probably crack some jokes or something to get Hunter's mind off it, or infodump about android organs or something (and Hunter would be begrudgingly interested because they are nerds, and Hunter is interested in androids too underneath all the problems he has with deviancy. Like dude they're robots, what's not to love?)

Also some Gus being so over Hunter's "androids can't feel love" phase featuring Vee and Masha being very adorable and very obviously in love :) Hunter is a very silly stupid man. He will find any way to make literally everyone exempt from the terrible rules Philip fed him, except for himself

I'm trying to think of a potential situation that would parallel Hunter's possession, and I think it would probably be basically the same thing that happens in Connor's deviant path (when he deviates and joins the revolution as an ally) where Amanda (a separate AI in his programming that's basically how CyberLife keeps him in check) takes over Connor's programming last minute to try and put a stop to the revolution.

So my current thought is that Philip is basically using Hunter as a trojan horse. His main programming is to act and believe like he's a normal human but similar to Connor, he's basically a sleeper agent without knowing. I imagine that once Hunter gains access to his software (thanks to Vee and Gus), he starts finding programs and files that are labeled as pretty scary things. He shouldn't have to know the most efficient way to shut an android down or incapacitate a human.

If and when Philip finally goes looking for Hunter and sees the first android he's seen in Gravesfield besides Hunter (aka Vee), he's not going to take that well.

I haven't drawn anything for it but so far I'm thinking that he takes control of Hunter's programming, maybe through some taking advantage of his interfacing system, and locks him in his own head a la Connor and Amanda to sic him after Vee and Flapjack (assuming that Philip's main goal, similar to both canons, is to eradicate deviants). It's likely that his friends will try to apprehend him, Vee or Gus will try (and maybe fail a couple times) to delete the programming while Camila deals with Philip. The guy is old and decrepit and Camila would absolutely whoop his ass with the ease of swatting a fly.

Things will be fine; Vee is all good and they manage to delete whatever programming screwed with Hunter's control, but that kid is going to be HELLA anxious about interfacing again from then on since he's afraid of 1) losing his own control and 2) potentially passing the virus onto someone else. It could go two ways at that point: Hunter could either kill Flapjack since Flapjack is technically a deviant android and therefore a target, or we can be nice and let Flapjack live to help him heal from this brand-new trauma.

So yeah hopefully that sates some curiosity! I'm glad you're interested in it because I honestly really love to think of new stuff whenever my brain decides to work hahaha

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not-neverland06 · 2 years ago

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Connor and Markus (separately) x android! idol! reader ;)?

I feel like it doesn't fit much, but it would be interesting.

Idol Talk

Connor RK800 x fem! idol! android!reader, Markus RK200 x fem! idol! android!reader

Summary: Two different tales: Connor knows the famous android isn’t telling the whole truth about her involvement with androids & Markus helps the lovely idol come to terms with her new feelings.

A/N: I loved this ask so much!!!!! This was so fun 🤍

If this isn’t what you wanted send in another request using the white heart emoji and I’ll make something new for you <;3 Also so sorry this took so long. I have three other fics I’m working on and one of them is clocking in at over 100K words so… I need to work on time management.

(I made the moodboard - its my first time so... I tried. However, the borders were made by @benkeibear)

Connor:

WC: 3.6K

“Have you seen any deviants in the area?”

Your fists tightened and you tried your best to keep your thirium pump and breathing under control. Your hair was positioned perfectly, there was no way he could see your LED flashing red.

You put on your best robotic smile and shook your head. “I’m so sorry, I can’t help you.” You'd triggered the voice you used during fan meetings. The type where your joy wasn’t actually genuine but you were programmed to sound as pleasing as possible. Life-like, but with just enough robotic insincerity to get Connor’s partner's eyes off of you.

Lieutenant Anderson had been giving you strange probing looks since they’d walked into your dressing room.

Markus had been caught coming out of your apartment building by paparazzi last night. You’d been giving Markus some information you’d learned from your manager and extra thirium for Jericho. Apparently, neither of you were as sneaky as you’d thought yourselves to be.

“Really?” Shit, he so did not believe you.

“I’m very sorry officers. If there was any way I could assist you, I would.” You had to bury your fists in your tulle skirts, desperately holding off the urge to fidget with your hands. Any unnecessary movement would immediately give you away to the deviant hunter.

Connor took a step forward. He placed his hands on either side of your chair and leaned in until his breath was a gentle caress against your skin.

Ever since you broke your programming a few months ago, you’d been struggling with your new ‘emotions.’ A fan had broken into your room, in your programming it told you to always please the fans. But when he’d forced himself on top of you, your vision had gone red and you’d ripped your orders apart.

North had helped you hide the body.

Right now, that body was the furthest thing on your mind. All you could focus on was how close Connor was, if you just moved forward a centimeter your lips would touch. In your twisted imagination he wrapped you in his arms, gently holding you, cradling you. Looking at you like you were something real, not just a toy on the stage. He would gaze down at you like you were someone to be cherished, you weren’t just a recyclable piece of plastic that should be replaced the moment you made a mistake.

You were projecting though, it could be anyone. Hank could be the one leaning into you like this and you’d still have the same fantasy. That someone would see you. For however long you’d been made, there had always been a quiet voice inside you.

I'm in here! I’m real! Please

Lately that quiet voice had turned into a scream. You were desperate, desperate for some form of connection. Desperation and all these emotions were nasty, uncomfortable things. You almost resented yourself for going deviant. Some days it was just too much, you felt like your insides were burning out and you were frying up.

Working to keep up the facade of the perfect doll, while also wanting to rip apart those who were using you, was slowly breaking you apart. There were fraying edges in your mind and it was starting to show. Mistakes in your performance, back-talk towards your owners. Your fellow members continued working perfectly.

Smiling at all the right moments, dancing perfectly, they were the perfect example of an idol.

You used to be like that too. You used to be perfect, everyone’s favorite. Now, you were slipping down a steep decline that might lead you straight to the recycling plant.

“I don’t believe you, I think you know more than you’re letting on.”

Your eyes darted towards the clock on your wall. Twenty minutes.

You had twenty minutes until you needed to get on stage. Only twenty minutes to distract them and save yourself. Just deny, deny, deny. “I‘ve already told you everything I know.”

Connors brows furrowed, your software was glitching out the longer you stared at him. Your processors were misfiring when you focused on his eyes for too long. It was making your vocal unit short-circuit, conversational prompts glitching in and out of your field of vision.

If you wanted to give him a proper answer, one that would dispel his suspicions, you’d have to look away. Yet, looking away would make him even more suspicious. It felt like there was a blade to your throat and back, no matter which way you went, you were dead.

“Please, I don’t know anything.” You hadn’t meant to say please. It was a consequence of no help from your programming in taking a convincing approach. Your eyes were locked onto his, somewhere inside of him, there was a sentient being. A consciousness fighting its way through firewalls and softwares that would otherwise keep him obedient.

HIs voice rose and he shoved your chair backwards so you were balancing on two flimsy legs. His hands were the only thing keeping you from falling. All of your focus went towards not reacting, not flinching.

There were artificial tears pooling in glistening optical units. The fluid was meant for lubrication of your synthetic eyelids, but right now it was the only way for your plastic heart to betray your misery and terror.

You didn’t want to die.

You weren’t ready to go.

“I don’t believe you! Tell me what you know!” He was shaking the chair, screaming in your face. Your auditory unit was starting to buzz, his voice so loud all you could hear was static every few seconds. Threats were going through one processor and out the next.

Ripped apart

Turned into scraps

Replaced by the next best model

No one would even notice

“I said I don’t know anything!” You leapt up, shoving him down. He went flying across the room, the strength behind your reaction had been unexpected by everyone in the room, including yourself.

Both his partner and his eyes were wide as he stared up at you from the floor. “I think we’ve found our deviant, Lieutenant.”

Your legs stopped working, knees crashing into the floor as you stared down at your hands. You hadn’t meant to, you really hadn’t. But you didn’t want to be scrap metal, you didn’t want to be ripped apart and abandoned in a landfill. You were scared.

“That’s irrational instructions in your code, you can’t really be scared.”

Had you said that out loud?

“He was going to hurt me.” The Lieutenant moved forward and stopped Connor from cuffing you. “He broke in and ripped off my uniform, I was meant to please him. No matter what.” You stared up at Connor, the tears finally spilling. “But I couldn't. I didn’t want him to touch me. I killed him, and I buried his body in my neighbors garden. Please, you have to understand.”

You finally found the strength to stand and you buried your fingers in Connor’s uniform. Gripping onto him and begging him to understand you. To finally wake up and see himself for what he is; a slave. “I couldn’t let it happen anymore. I couldn’t let myself keep being abused like I was nothing! I’m not nothing! I’m alive and I refuse to be someone’s plaything!”

Connor’s eyes darted between yours, there was something playing on the edge of his lips. Possibly a frown. What was more interesting was what was swimming in his eyes, it almost seemed like doubt. Hope began tingling at the base of your spine, maybe not all was lost. Maybe you were breaking through to him.

His hands were cold, much like your own, and they were too gentle as he wrapped them around your wrists. “My…” He cleared his throat, he didn’t seem to know how to continue. His voice lost the hesitance and once again was cold and commanding. “My orders are to bring in all deviants, and I always complete my mission.”

You shook your head, the tears coming out faster. “No, no, no, please. Please,” he moved your hands away from his jacket. Slowly twisting your arms behind your back.

The fight had drained from you.

Maybe it would be easier this way. No more training, no more demanding managers. You’d be surprised by the amount of death threats an android idol gets, that would be a nice thing to get away from. You wouldn’t have to deal with crazy fans that seemed to think they were entitled to any part of you. No more worry, no more anything, just that sweet release of nothingness.

Markus had asked you many times if you thought there was an afterlife for androids. You weren’t sure. You were sentient, you felt, but you weren’t born. You were made. Can something like that even contain a soul?

At least your question would finally be answered.

“Stop.” Both you and Connor looked at Hank, varying degrees of different types of shock playing on both of your faces. “Connor, take the cuffs off.” Connor hesitated, “That’s an order.” Your wrists were released and you stumbled forward.

“Hank-“

Hank shook his head and held up his hand. “I can’t do it, I can’t take this poor girl in just to kill her.” Connor seemed ready to argue, but there was a knock on your door.

“You’re needed on stage SI700-005.” Slowly you moved towards the door, keeping an eye on both Hank and Connor.

Hank wouldn’t look at you, his shoulders were slumped and he was staring down at his feet. Connor refused to take his eyes off of you. You expected hatred in his gaze, instead there was a strange shade of longing.

You weren’t sure if he had identified the fact that he was feeling yet, but you weren’t interested in finding out. You quickly wiped your cheeks free of tears, allowing your synthetic skin to reform until your makeup was back to perfection.

You walked out the door and didn’t look back.

“Did you get everything you needed?”

Hank spoke before Connor could. “She didn’t know anything, thanks for letting us talk to her.”

Your manager shook his head. “Not a problem! It’s one of our best, I’m sure you can understand that I’m eager to ensure everything in it’s programming is in good condition.” Connor wasn’t paying attention to the conversation. He knew he should, that he should always be vigilant about anything concerning deviants. Instead, all he could see were the tears on your cheeks as you had held onto him in your dressing room.

If you were human, Connor would think you had been afraid. But you weren’t human, and whatever look was in your eyes had just been an irrational instruction in your coding.

Maybe if he kept repeating that, he’d eventually believe it.

“As a thanks for your hard work, I’d like to offer you a seat in my section for her concert.”

Hank shuffled on his feet and opened his mouth, he was going to say no. Connor’s software told him there was a 90% chance the Lieutenant was going to reject the offer and just go home and get drunk.

“Thank you, we’d enjoy that.” Connor spoke before the Lieutenant could, accepting the tickets via an e-transfer with your manager's personal CyberLife assistant. Hank was glaring at him the whole time they were being led to their seats.

Connor ignored him, he sensed that the Lieutenants like for him had decreased as Hank grumbled the whole way through the opening act.

The soft notes of a piano finally caught Connor’s attention. It was rising up through a hidden platform on the stage. Screams burst through the arena, temporarily deafening Connor. He had to quickly adjust his auditory processors so he could actually hear. There were great explosions of smoke as the piano slowly lifted onto the stage.

Soft, nimble fingers glided over the keys. Then he heard a voice, soft and melodic, a soothing balm against the roaring screams of the crows. His thirium pump beat louder and he shifted in his seat, desperate for a look at whoever was on stage.

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

Members of the group moved gracefully along the curved edge of the stage. Their white dresses flowing through the air behind them, they moved like they weighed nothing. Their bodies were more graceful than humanly possible. He didn’t recognize your face among them.

Now in it’s place is something new

I hear it when I look at you

You looked up from the piano, and Connor swore you were staring straight at him. A member came over and began playing alongside you, eventually you got up and grabbed the microphone from the piano.

Your dress moved around you like water as you walked across the stage. Each note, each movement was perfection. Not the artificial type, like your fellow members. No, this was real.

Your voice cracked and rose with notes in a way androids couldn’t. There was a genuine pain and strength in your singing that couldn’t be replicated or produced. It was imperfect and wonderful and Connor wasn’t sure why his chest suddenly felt so heavy.

You had made it to the edge of the stage, still staring down at him.

With simple songs I wanted more

Perfection is so quick to bore

You are more beautiful by far

Were you reading his thoughts? Each word was something ripped from deep inside the recesses of his mind, in a place he knew CyberLife wouldn’t be able to find. A place no one would see his software instabilities and realize that they all centered around this moment.

They were all centered around you.

Our flaws are who we really are

You took in a deep breath and Connor was standing on the edge of his toes, desperate to reach you.

There was a new strength in your voice, a new conviction as you grew louder, more powerful.

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

You took my broken melody

And now I hear a symphony

Curtains parted and a symphony was revealed as you threw open your arms

And now I hear a symphony

There was no one else in the venue. You were staring down at him and you were the only two people left. Connor didn’t bother looking around to find where everyone else had gone. He walked towards your outstretched hand, his own reaching out towards you-

“The fuck are you doing?!”

He was harshly jerked back and the sounds of others overwhelmed him again. He looked up, you were already moving into your next song, turning your back towards him. The people in the arena were back, they had never gone.

He felt a rush of some unidentified feeling flood him as he ripped his arm from Hank. He felt as though Hank had ruined something for him, he just wasn’t sure what it was.

He’d been at every show for the past four weeks. Was he stalking you? Waiting for you to slip up again so he could arrest you?

You lived in a constant state of paranoia. Ever since Connor had interrogated you, he’d haunted your everyday life. He’d turned himself into your shadow, if there was someone watching you, you didn’t have to look to see who it was.

“This is for you!” You snapped out of your trance and smiled on instinct at the fan in front of you. He’d shoved a teddy bear into your hands and moved on to the next member. You pretended to get excited, you knew it would be thrown away the second you left the convention center. You’d found too many cameras in these little ‘gifts.’

You looked down and began signing the autographs passed to you, at a certain point you zoned out again and moved on muscle memory alone.

“Could you write ‘For Connor’?” Your head whipped up at the sound of his voice.

Four weeks

Four weeks!

And this was the first time he had spoken to you. What game is he playing? Unable to openly disobey him you smile. “Of course.” The next words are spoken through gritted teeth, “What are you doing?”

He says nothing, simply takes the autograph and slips something into your palm as you pass the picture towards him. He’s gone by the time you read it.

Meet me in the basement

You spent the rest of the event debating if you should do it. There was no point in putting this off any longer, you were getting tired of this game the two of you were playing. While your members were all charging up and in rest mode you made your way towards the stairs.

You straightened out your skirt and brushed back your hair before you opened the door. When you walked into the basement the first thing you saw were props.

Tons of sets and costumes, all from different conventions, each one with a different fandom attached. You looked through the racks and shelves, not seeing Connor anywhere. “Connor? Are you in here?”

You’d been about to give up when a bouquet of flowers was shoved into your face. You let out a yelp and stumbled back at the shock. A strong arm reached out and wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a broad chest. You gently lowered the giant bunch of flowers. “Connor?”

He actually looked sheepish, and there was a slight blue tint to his cheeks as he refused to look at you. “I’m sorry, Hank told me that you would like them.”

“The flowers,” he nodded. You couldn’t help your smile as you took them from his hand.

“They are quite pretty.” He still wouldn’t look at you. “Connor, look at me,” your finger lingered against his cheek before slowly lifting his chin up. “What’s going on? Why’d you get me flowers?”

“It seems appropriate to do when you’re courting someone.” Connor seemed confused by your line of questioning. You were most definitely confused by his answer.

“Courting?”

“Yes, um, as in, I would like to be with you… romantically.” Wow, he was so impressively bad at this. A similar blue tint rose to your cheeks as you finally realized his arm was still around you. Connor looked down and seemed to realize the same thing.

Neither of you made a move to walk away.

You finally processed his answer and let out a sigh of relief, sinking into his chest further. “I thought you were going to arrest me.” Connor nearly seemed offended by your accusation.

“No. I’ve been… building up the courage to approach you.” Connor slowly dragged his arm off of you and took a step back. “Before, I was seeing if I could catch you with Markus. But I’ve woken up and now, I just want to figure out why I feel the way I do about you. Every time I see you, you’re the only person in the room, everyone and everything disappears the moment I hear your voice. I want…”

Your breathing program had stopped. Every nonessential function had been halted because all of your focus was on him. You needed him to finish, needed him to tell you what you’ve longed to hear.

That someone sees you. Sees the flaws and the broken parts and they still want you.

“I want to know you. I need to know who you really are. I watch you perform and I can see what you’ve been forced to sing or how you’re made to act with fans. Seeing all the falseness just makes me want to know who you truly are.”

There was no control or directive that pushed you towards him. You moved before anything could be processed and placed your lips against his. Neither of you moved for a moment, you were both standing there, your lips against each other, not moving.

Then, he wrapped his arms around you. The flowers dropped to the ground, unnoticed, as you both moved against each other in a way you’ve only seen humans do.

“We’re free, it’s up to you if you still want to perform.” Markus often came to visit you now, neither of you had to worry about being caught by reporters or your management. Connor came up behind you, a supportive hand on your shoulder as you considered Markus’s proposal.

You looked to the piano in the corner of your living room and smiled. “No, I think I’m retired. I’ll stick to more private concerts for now.” Connor gave your shoulder a squeeze. The both of you smiling at the thought of your concerts. You would sing and he would play the piano. Together you basked in the joy of your new freedom.

There were still things to figure out, still emotions you needed to understand, but you would do it.

Together.

Markus:

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“I’ve always been such a big fan!” The fan in front of you smiled, “You know I supported android artists from the beginning!”

THANK YOU

YOU’RE VERY KIND

I APPRECIATE YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT

Your programming told you the best approach was a simple thank you. “Thank you,” you signed the picture and handed it back to the girl. One of the band’s stylists came over to you.

“Your dress is too low.” You sat back and let them adjust you, once they were done you immediately sat back up, posture perfect, you gave your fans an apologetic smile.

“This is for you!” Your hands reached out and took the stuffed cat from the girl before you. As a part of your protective programming you scanned the gift. Your sensors caught a camera hidden in the cat’s eye.

SERIAL NUMBER: PI0008-7651

MODEL: P60

MANUFACTURED: 11/21/2030

OWNED BY: Brad Long

“Thank you so much for the gift!” You scanned the girls face.

Lilly Long

BORN: 5/15/2019

The camera was owned by her father. Did she steal it from him? Or did he plant it without her knowledge. You alerted security immediately of the gift, protocol demanded they know about any sort of spyware.

Lily Long, aged 19 years old, has just given me a gift with illegal spyware.

You watched as security approached the table, grabbing her by the arm and escorting her out of the convention’s room. You turned towards the next fan and fixed them with a perfect smile. “Hi! I’m so happy you could join us today.”

“You’re free now,” you looked down in confusion as they reached out towards you. Their skin pulled back revealing an androids hand. You blinked, then again and again. Something was happening, images of a some sort of boat filled your head.

Then your software was being pulled back, washed away by a tide of red. Your eyes went in and out of focus. The android remained standing there, his hand on yours as he tried to anchor you. Security was walking over, he’d been at your table for too long.

You leapt over the plastic, grabbing his hand and dragging him behind you as you both ran for the exit door. You heard fans screaming, when you turned around the rest of your group was free. Except, they were reacting more violently than you had.

The androids were lifting up the plastic table and throwing it at the crowd. They ripped apart their gifts and shoved back anyone who got too close.

There was a tug on your hand, you looked back to see the man gently guiding you outside. “Come on, it’s not safe here. We need to leave.”

You glanced back one last time before following after him.

Markus slipped inside a laundromat, he grabbed some baggy clothes to throw over yourself. They worked well enough, covering your face and masking your identity from anyone who looked too close. They covered enough of your bright dress that it wasn’t noticeable.

You were currently climbing through some metal platform. Presumably to go to whatever this ‘Jericho’ place was. “What did you do to me?”

He glanced over his shoulder and gave you a gentle smile. “I set you free.

Two weeks. You’ve been stuck in a damp, run-down, ugly old ship for two weeks. If that wasn’t bad enough, the androids weren’t exactly welcoming to such a beloved icon. You were everybody’s favorite idol, when your team rioted, it’d made things a lot harder for the revolution.

Your former team members had swiftly been deactivated and you were “spared.” Barely.

You never thought androids were capable of being catty, or bitches. But, here you were.

You gazed down at Detroit from the ledge of the roof, your arms wrapped around your knee while the other swung below you.

If you threw yourself off the ledge it would be an automatic deactivation. Maybe that would be better.

The other’s words from earlier rang through your head.

“Look at Ms. Princess over there.”

“Hey!” You looked over your shoulder, a group of former servant androids were waving you over. You smiled slightly, excited about maybe making a friend.

“Yeah?”

“You know it’s people like you that are ruining our fight.”

You blinked, your eyes widening as you backed up. “What?”

“Look at her,” one of them scoffed. “Still in her pretty little dress. Look, why don’t you do us all a favor and screw off. You don’t contribute anything, no one wants you here.”

You blinked, and kept blinking. There was a flashing light in your peripheral, some sort of warning, you weren’t sure. You couldn’t really see anymore, some sort of liquid blocking your optics.

You rushed away when they started laughing at you, desperately wiping at your eyes. You’d forgotten you could cry. You’d been so dazed and confused lately, you hadn’t remembered the programming. It was meant to endear you more to your fans, now it was just making you more of a target.

“Y/N?”

You scoffed, running your hand through the snow and watching it fall off the building. You’d even chosen a stupid name for yourself. “What?”

Footsteps crunched through the snow. Markus sat down beside you. He gazed down at the cityscape, not looking at you. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Still so confused about why he’d bothered with you.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Why did you save me?”

Markus finally looked over at you. There was a slight frown on his face, but nothing else gave away any emotion. “Why wouldn’t I?”

You shook your head and scoffed. “So, that’s it, I’m not special. There’s no greater purpose for me. I was just another on your long list of followers.”

Markus turned his body to fully face you. “Where’s this coming from?”

“You shouldn’t have saved me. I’m a drain on the supplies, everyone hates me, and I don’t like being awake.” Markus opened his mouth but you shook your head and held out your hand. “Take it back.”

“I can’t.”

“Markus, please,” your voice was breaking. It shouldn’t be breaking! You shouldn’t feel. You aren’t supposed to have this uncomfortable itching in the back of your brain like everything was wrong. “I am wrong. This is wrong.”

“You are not wrong, Y/N. You are exactly as you should be.” You shook your head frantically and reached for his hand. He tried to jerk it back but you were already latched on, your skin melting as he did.

There was an influx of memories and images. You gasped people you’d never seen before flashing before your face. An old man crying over his son’s limp body as you were shot. Fighting through the rain and mud to put yourself back together again.

It was over barely a moment after it had started. It was Markus, you had seen his memories. That means he had seen yours. You stood up and he followed. You tried to take your hand away and he tightened his grasp on you.

“What did you see?”

“Everything.”

You stared up at him, tears welling in your eyes again. “You want to go back to that? That’s the life you want? Unfeeling, a slave to their every whim and demand. That’s not living, that's mindless subserviency.”

“I know what it is. At least there I had a purpose, a reason for being, something to contribute. I’m useless here, just a hunk of pl-”

Well, this was new.

You've seen plenty of humans do this. Done it once with a male host on a morning show, just as a joke. But being kissed while you can actually feel and understand what’s going on, it’s strange. His lips are soft against your own, a texture only slightly different from humans. It’s too flawless, too perfect.

Neither of you seem sure of your actions, just pressing your lips together. Connecting with someone in a way you haven’t before. He laced his fingers with yours, a silent question. You pulled your skin back, any barriers between the two of you dropping as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

It wasn’t a horrible barrage of memories. This was like a gentle caress, a slow entry into your mind as you both showed each other your worst moments. You slowly pulled away from him, you’d be breathless if you had any.

“Don’t go back, stay here. Let me help you.”

“Why?”

He ducked down, letting his forehead drop to yours. “I’m not letting you go now.”

You smiled, as best as you could, “Do I have a choice?”

“Always.”

“Markus!” You pulled the trigger but there were no bullets left. You threw it off to the side, leaping over the barrier and jumping onto the back of the officer. You grabbed his helmet by the bottom, dragging him back and knocking his aim off course as the bullet flew past his face, barely grazing it.

You jumped off the man’s back and slammed him into the ground, taking his helmet and smashing it into the snow packed pavement until he stopped moving. You felt Markus wrapping his hand around your arm and jerking you up.

You grabbed onto the officer’s weapon as you ran past his body. You fell back in with your own small troop of makeshift soldiers.

You ducked behind a barrier, holding them off until you were told otherwise. Charge on my mark, you looked over your shoulder, nodding at Markus.

“GO!”

You rushed forward, grasping onto the blockade and leaping over the edge. You drew your gun, shooting the men across from you as you started to run for the next cover. Something blew back your hair, a great gust of wind lifted your slightly off your feet.

There was a loud noise, thunder rattling in your ears. All around you your men were dying. Shot down by the drone above you. You cried off as red flashed behind your eyes, a warning that you were in imminent danger of a shutdown.

You held your side as thirium pooled around you, “Shit.” Your pump was beating faster, bright lights playing across your optics as a hundred different warnings flash. You couldn��t bring yourself to care, too worried about Markus and whether or not this was all for nothing.

You’d pushed for the violence, fought for him to plant those bombs and show no mercy to your oppressors. You followed the same faulty wiring of your former bandmates. Maybe this was your karma, to be taken down in the heat of battle for all of the bloodshed you’d been the catalyst of.

Out of the side of your vision you could see Markus taking down the drone, ripping it apart with his bare hands. He rushed to your side, throwing your arm over your shoulder and dragging you to cover.

“What are you doing? I’m just going to slow you down.”

He didn’t even look at you, his teeth gritted as he glanced around at the bodies on the ground. “Shut up.”

He spotted something in the distance, something you really didn’t want to see. “Markus-”

“Stay here.”

He ran off, diving for the bazooka and propping it on his shoulder. You huffed, “Not like I can go anywhere.”

You ducked and covered your face with your arms as fire exploded around you.

“And now, we are free!” Markus' voice carried on the wind, reaching the rescued androids below you. You leaned on Connor for support as you held your side, waiting to repair yourself.

His voice was stronger than you ever heard, full of a righteous conviction of finally being free. Detroit was yours, your people were free. And never again would you allow yourself to be someone else’s puppet.

“Too frilly?”

You did a spin in your dress, putting on a mini-fashion show for Markus.

“Not at all.” He stood from his office chair and walked towards you, a grin slowly spreading on your face. His bliss was contagious, a smile forming on your own face as he gripped your waist. “You look gorgeous.”

You shrugged, “I got nostalgic. Wanted to feel girly again.” With some confidence boosting from Markus you were going to perform again. Not over the top idol group performance. But you were going to get back into singing, finally being able to discover your own voice.

“Girly instead of the badass ruler of the northern district of Detroit?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Lord, Markus, you make me sound like some dictator.” He glanced to the side and shrugged slightly, you smacked him in the shoulder, but you couldn’t drop your own smile. “Quit it.”

There was a warmth inside you as you stood in Markus’s office. One you’d never experienced before, a happiness and calm where everything just stopped and you were completely at peace. Nothing would ever beat the feeling when you joined hands and just existed within each other.

You were happy.

How funny.

TAGLIST: @chrysanthemum-00

#dbh x reader #connor rk800 x reader #markus rk200 x reader #detroit become human x reader #markus x reader #connor x reader #detroit: become human #detroit: connor #detroit: markus #anon

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arch-official · 10 months ago

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once cybernetics and androids and shit become cheap enough for the average person to buy/make the amount of debates over which software is best for your robot gf or robot arm or whatever is going to increase exponentially.

we're still having debates over whether or not systemd or runit is better or how whether or not btrfs is better than ext4, imagine what it's going to be like when have debates over whether armProtocall3 or movArm is the better system for controlling what your hands are doing

#linux #robot girl #robots #androids

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thetwstwildcard · 6 months ago

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"Nothing makes an android feel more useless than when a human is crying."

Full Name: Galatea Hexis

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: Died at age 17, however it took 2 years for her to gain consciousness in her new body and so she says she's "19"

Sexuality: Asexual (currently; was Demisexual when alive)

Birthday: May 17th

Star Sign: Taurus

Height: 182 cm (roughly 5'11)

Eye Color: Periwinkle

Hair Color: Periwinkle

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Voice Claim: Ayaka Suwa (Japanese) Amanda Winn Lee (English)

Inspiration: Hyacinthus

Homeland: Isle of Lamentation

Dorm: Ignihyde

Year: 3rd

Club: Science

Best Subject: Magic Analysis

Worst Subject: Animal Language

Favorite Food: N/A (formerly liked ypovrychio)

Likes: Her father, studying humanity, assisting her father, sunlight (even though she can't feel it's warmth), engineering, and the flickers of her past

Dislikes: Being unable to assist humans emotionally, when fellow students try to take her parts(the "inconvenience"), memories of her death, water, seeing how she looked like when alive, and not being able to control her strength

Personality: The monotone recreated daughter of the robotics professor, Aegis Hexis, accidentally killed by her love (Loxias Pythian) during a fight he had with her father. After much struggle Aegis was able to put her consciousness in an android that over time will hopefully become more human, her return to humanity having to be reexperiencing her death. She seves as a secretary in Ignihyde, though her father's work is quite astounding she has dealt with classmates trying to steal portions of her body for their own tests. Unlike Ortho she does not have emotions (in the beginning of the game) but develops them over time. She is very curious about humanity and "human things" though she is blunt (may/will hurt someone's feelings.)

"Unique Magic": Reverb: Allows her to concentrate sounds/amplify sounds to make projections. For example: she could amplify the sound of a pin dropping enough times to make someone physically pinned down by the "weight" of the noise. She can also increase the volume of the sound to "attack" someone audibly.

Trivia

The sole child of Aegis. His wife passed in childbirth so Galatea was "all he had left of her" which is why he was willing to go to such extremes to bring her back

She was dating Loxias at the time of her death, she was the one who made his new arm after he lost it in his "battle" with Veil.

When she first awoke she had no idea who she was, though now she is aware

While she has a better control on it now, she still does not fully understand her physical strength. She has crushed many an apple in her hand.

If anything she is just mildly inconvenienced when her dorm mates take her apart. She actually meets Yuu while missing an arm and leg, asking for assistance to her father's classroom

Her hair flames cannot burn someone, instead they feel warm to the touch and "wisp-y" (like smoke)

Upon meeting someone new she "must analyze" them, which involves her looking them over intensity and circling them

While she herself is emotionless, it doesn't mean her body is emotionless. For example she could smile and then question why she is smiling, or cry and question why she is crying

Her father is a son of Hephaestus, meaning she is his granddaughter (also why she's given a special privilege at a second chance in life)

When she was alive her eyes were green and her face was covered in freckles from always being in the sun.

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #oc #twstoc #twst ocs #twst #Galatea Hexis #main 7 #main girls #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #Ignihyde #Ignihyde oc #twsted wonderland #twsted oc #IM ALIVE!!!

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ilovedainironfoot · 1 month ago

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@skrabnuti

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In Ed's office, the captain breathed out his soul, his head in his hands. He was so, so tired of the situation : “It's all right, Isaac, you can leave us.”

“Yes, Captain.” answered the robot before leaving the captain's office.

The android gone, the captain focused all his anger on his interlocutor, who stubbornly kept his head down and his silence heavy : “Ok. Ok. Ok. What were you thinking ? I trusted you.”

Klyden didn't reply, his head still directed to the ground.

Ed stood up, sudden anger taking control of him, unable to sit still for another second, and let his frustration at the Moclan's behavior show. He started screaming : “Look, I understand perfectly how you feel, but Bortus isn't the only one in this ! Kelly is also on this horrible planet and in other circumstances I'd surely have done the same as you. But I can't let this go unpunished. What you tried to do could have had disastrous consequences, both for them and for the USS Orville ! I'm going to have to confiscate Bortus's passwords, as well as all his weapons and armor in your quarters.”

At those words, Klyden stood up, furious : “You can not do that!”

E shouted back : “Yes I can and I will ! You're in no position to ask for anything ! I am tired of your attitude ! ”

The man stopped halfway in his shouting, taken aback by the moclan's tear-filled eyes and, above all, his pain-filled expression. He understood what he'd just said : he was going to take away everything that belonged to Bortus, tearing him further away from his already heartbroken husband. This vision shook him for a second into his decision, but an unexpected call cut him off : “Please excuse me for a moment,” he muttered to Klyden who didn't sit back. He accepted the call and Admiral Perry appeared on the screen : “Oh, hello Admiral ! What can I do for you?”

“Ed, it's already been a month. I understand what you're going through, but I'm under a lot of pressure to get the Orville up and running again. You can't wait in orbit forever.”

Ed cleared his throat, feeling the damage control coming on : “Admiral, this really isn't the time...”

His interlocutor cut him off : “And not to sound heartless, but we don't even know if they're still alive.”

Ah.

No.

First his screen, torn from his view, shattered into a thousand pieces on the wall, which cracked on impact. Then, after his screen, it was his desk that followed a magnificent trajectory across the room, landing in the corridor, forming a gaping hole in the exploded wall.

He only had time to save Kermit the frog in a heroic gesture and to cower in-extremis in a corner of the room as the Moclan ravaged the place in an uncontrollable rage. No furniture nor objects survived. His rage finally expelled, Klyden retrieved his husband's weapons and fled down the corridor. Alerted by the noises and the screams, Claire and Talla arrived on the scene just seconds after Klyden's departure and were able to see with terror the interior of the office completely turned upside down, every nook and cranny, every object ravaged, shattered, in pieces, with impacts on all the walls. A carnage that ended with Captain Ed huddled in the corner of the room, still protecting Kermit in the safety of his arms.

Seeing him like this, Claire cried : “Oh my God ! Captain ! What happened ? Are you hurt ?”

She helped him to go back on his feet, checking any potential wound. Captain Ed, his legs trembling, stammered, “No-no, I'm fine...just...”

Talla inspected what was left of the poor room “Did Klyden do it?”

Ed nodded “Yes.”

Talla: “Why ?”

Ed: “I got a call from the admiral and Klyden was with me.”

Claire: “From the admiral?”

Ed: “He wants us… to leave.”

Talla: “What?”

Ed : “He said there was no point in waiting and he...he added that we didn't even know if they were still alive.”

Claire looked around at the damage : "And Klyden heard that ? I understand better the state of your office."

Ed : "We've got to catch him ! Talla, stop Klyden. Isaac stopped him from stealing a ship, but after what he just heard, I think he's going to try again…"

His instincts were right, for at the broading bridge it took no less than Isaac and Talla to stop the Moclan who was screaming to be let go, that they had to let him help his husband, if not for him, then for their child. It was only after breaking a few of his bones to keep him still that Doctor Finn managed to innoculate him with a sedative that calmed the Moclan down, not without beating up the xelayan and the android in return. On the medical bed, his whole body was interspersed with uninterrupted sobs, arguing that he had failed to be a good husband and father - an absolutely heartbreaking sight for Doctor Finn, who felt helpless in the face of such distress. So, not knowing how to respond, she wrapped the crying Moclan in a comforting hug. Captain Ed yelled at him anyway, more to do his captain's duty than for fun, reminding him that it wasn't just Bortus in the situation, but Kelly too, that he loved her as much as Klyden loved Bortus, but that he knew how to keep his cool, unlike the Moclan, and that from now on he was forbidden to go near the boarding bridge. He would have confined him to his quarters, but the sight of the Moclan in tears, so vulnerable, was so strange that he didn't dare give a harsher punishment.

#the orville

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nyaa · 9 months ago

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Portable tele-operated android, "Elfoid® P1." (2010)

By combining voice-based conversation with appearance and touch capable of effectively communicate an individual's presence, the user of this technology can feel as if they were conversing in a natural fashion with someone directly in front of them.

The device is covered in a fleshy urethane skin, with call controls embedded into its stomach. Equipped with a camera, robotic elements pick up on a caller’s movements, allowing two users of Elfoid phones to have their movements and facial expressions replicated by the device. Its arms move. Its neck turns. Its hands wave. Its eyes will follow you around the room. (via techdigest)

ATR Hiroshi Ishiguro Laboratories

#old phone #tech #electronics #robot

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wulvercazz · 2 years ago

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🌧️Memories🌧️

part 3 is hereee, this one is a bit longer too :>c Next part will be a written-only update, btw!

Previous~

Even after weeks of working so close to Grimmjow every night, listening to him complain about how much he touches him, hearing his taunts and questioning his skills, he still can't properly wrap his head around how easy it is to fall into conversation with it. Him - he supposes. He's gotten startled several times now, in the middle of the night when he works on trying to put Grimmjow back together, when he's met by the icey, robotic cyan of his optic sensors instead of actual human eyes.

But he tries not to think too much about it. The least he needs right now are life-altering revelations- Grimmjow's creator is simply a genius who created an impecable code, that's all. Nothing about the silent pondering behind his synthetic face can be human, even if something in his gut churns everytime he denies it.

His uncanny valley reaction is just dusty from all this time of working around their fabricated faces.

None of them look quite like Grimmjow, though, now that he's mostly put together what parts of his body he could bring with him, he's... not as nightmarish to look at (or listen to) anymore. Perhaps even handsome, with that nasty gash in his right cheek-jaw faceplate and all.

But this is only superficial handiwork. Sure, the gross mess of cable-guts is now nicely rearranged and set back along his metallic spine; even while the materials he used clash with the clean cyan and metal and white of his creator's masterpiece, and the jagged ripped edges of the synthetic meat-gel are shaved down to a clean cut. The disfigured nub that hanged from his left shoulder removed completely, and the inside is still but a barren puzzle. He's missing too many pieces.

Grimmjow can lift himself, barely, holding his weight in his sole standing limb; serving him more like a stiff table leg than an actual arm. He can control his face well enough to mock him all along. But the rest of him sits frozen in his work table, and he's even more confused by his insides than he was about his outside - no one works with technology such as this, no one worries about innovative mechanisms looking human. He's almost tempted to give his old man a call and ask for his medical expertice to help.

Every time he sighs in frustration, Grimmjow's eye attempts to twitch harder in annoyance; his surprised the thing hasn't popped out it's socket.

"Why do you care at all?" He asks, again, for the thousandth time this week. Each time he asks, Grimmjow sounds more and more just as frustrated as he does. And every time Ichigo doesn't know what to answer, but bouncing ideas off someone has always helped him get unstuck.

"Whoever... built you..." he says it almost tentatively, like Grimmjow isn't aware he's not human, "had clearly a much more advanced understanding of androids than me. More advanced even than pretty much anyone who's made android fabrication their life work... but the technology is so..." organic, he wants to say, instead, he lets his words die with a sigh. "I don't think I can fix you without their help."

"Then don't." Grimmjow grumbles, like its the obvious answer.

"But- it's-- you are-" Ichigo's not even sure why he's arguing with him, but somehow the idea of stopping now is... "it doesn't seem right."

Grimmjow stares blankly at him, but he can tell the android's judging him with every bit of elctronic fiber in his being.

Stubborness sets on his brow. --

He should've done this sooner. Ichigo hides under his crusty old parka and uses the dim light of his work glasses to skim every sticky corner of the alley he found Grimmjow in. It's a long shot, if it's even here at all; it's been weeks and he didn't see it at all the night he brought him over... but then, it was dark then too. He's more and more thankful for his work gloves with every sopping wet piece of trash he lifts off the ground; more thankful to his ratty parka when the rain just grows heavier and heavier, enough that even the layers of lit up buildings and roads can't stop all of it from licking his face and sopping wet ankles.

There's still pieces of broken metal everywhere, broken white plates of fake musculature accumulating water and dirt in their crevices, lumps of what he hopes is mushed up stinky trash littering every cranny. He swallows back the urge to vomit and lifts up another water-soft piece of cardboard, and he almost pukes anyway when he sees the core, caked in more lumpy trash. He's not sure if it's an excited or a disgusted nausea, but at least he can go back home. Victorious, for once.

"You sure to do this you gotta get all up on my business?" Grimmjow asks above him the next night; Ichigo's got the dry, clean, memory core in one hand as he feels for the correct bits and pieces to press on on the back of the large port in his middle.

"How else will I reconnect your memory core?" He barely mutters, too concentrated on getting the thing to fit porperly; too focused on work, even though this is technically a side project, because finally something is moving forward. "Just stay still already." He shots right after when Grimmjow fidgets again in his spot.

He looks up, only for a second, when Grimmjow doesn't retaliate with another insult or jibe; his glowing eyes are looking away, and his hand suddenly feels hyper aware of how 'in his business' it really is. If he were human... and, fuck, he really needs to stop making this idiotic comparisons... he'd almost expect to catch Grimmjow blushing.

He stops thinking altogether, because shame is simply impossible in a droid, and instead keeps his mind on track with work; "you'll get back full access to your memories as soon as this clicks in place, alright? So... take it easy, I don't need you bursting something because we overloaded it with information."

"Just do it."

Ichigo waits for just half a breath, and with a soft click the core is inside, lighting up in the same bright cyan as the rest of him to signal it's successful reconnection.

Grimmjow's face goes blank, and for a second such an android-like expression worries him. His eyes more devoid of emotion even than when he slept, half torn apart; the light in his eyes glitching sickeningly like they're looking through at inhuman speed. And then... nothing. Grimmjow's eyes fall closed and so does the light in his body extinguish all across.

"Grimmjow...?" He barely mumbles. Grimmjow's lights turn right back up and his eyes open wildly, what little he can move of his body jolting in place like he's fighting back something. Ichigo's barely had time to stumble back to safety when present time returns to the android. The way he looks at Ichigo is only different in the way he seems to look with even more understanding in his eyes, and that alone would be more worrying if only he wasn't so concerned at the time.

"Professor Jaegerjaquez will not be helping you.. or anyone." He says in the most robotic voice he's ever heard from him, suddenly appropriate enough that it feels like he's reading from a script, and Ichigo doesn't even get the chance to ask him to elaborate because Grimmjow's chillingly human voice comes back to say; "I watched him die."

Next~

#Android AU #ichigo kurosaki #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #Android!Grimmjow #ichigrimm #一グリ #robot gore #Bleach #grimmIchi

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fairytale-poll · 2 years ago

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ROUND 1D, MATCH 2 OUT OF 16!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Linh Cinder:

Her glass slipper is her prosthetic foot. She's a cool badass mechanic queen. She's named Cinder because her aunt set her on fire as a toddler but she survived. She's a a cool cyborg with psychic powers, and she's also a really good mechanic.

She's a cyborg and she's from the Moon

She is a badass mechanic who is also a cyborg and did not intend to get dragged into this mess. She becomes a fugitive of the law, running from the prince who is also her romantic interest and is just objectively the best.

I love a sarcastic character and I love a good confrontation scene and she's great with both

she's a cyborg she's a mechanic she's a princess she's a fugitive she's the best.

She's a mechanic she's the lunar princess she has two prosthetic limbs she's supposed to be dead. Her best friend is an android who's a fangirl of her boyfriend (Kai, the emperor). Her ball was actually her showing up to keep Kai from getting seduced by her aunt (who's queen of the moon) and then killed. Instead of losing her slipper she just lost her entire foot. (That's all just in the first book.)

look man, if you've read tlc you know why but if not: cinder here goes through a lot, from living in a shitty household to leading a rebellion and witnessing what's practically a massacre (TWICE), getting stabbed in the mc'freaking heart and surviving, being a wanted fugitive, Oh, and also, she loses her goddamn FOOT instead of a glass slipper lol (albeit the foot is a prosthetic, which i might've forgotten to add, her left arm and (i think) leg are metal due to getting BURNED as a toddler by her somewhat power hungry aunt)

She's SO cool she's a mechanic and really clever and also an amputee and her prosthetics are very cool and she has fun space adventures with her little gang of found family and is also the heir to the crown on the moon and is trying to get control of it from her aunt (who's a dictator) so she can help the moon people be less oppressed! tl;dr she's a girlboss

She literally got set on fire. Shes a cyborg. Shes such a girl boss that her love interest kept her severed prosthetic foot as a memento. She is a revolutionary [against her will] and a politician [also against her will]. Shes a skilled mechanic, and called the queen of a super-powerful alien race with the ability to manipulate people’s perceptions of reality ugly TO HER FACE. Queen does not give a shit and just wants to hang out with her robot bestie and her dork ass boyfriend who is also the leader of an entire country. Shes iconic, she is the moment.

she's a teenage cyborg who works as a mechanic and is secretly royalty - a badass and i love her!!

Kickbutt cyborg Cinderella princess

Cyborg and mechanic is a fun new twist on classic Cinderella! (At least when I read it and it was new). Plus she’s got her Prince/Emperor all wrapped around her fingers before the ball!

she's cool as fuck that's why!! cyborg cinderella in a cool-ass future sci-fi world, she doesn't have glass slippers so she loses her ill-fitted cybernetic foot, she has a gun in her cyborg hand (mostly uses nonlethal projectiles), she has cool sci-fi magic mind powers, she's from the moon, she's a mechanic & she's smart as hell, she literally forms a ragtag team of other fairytale inspired characters & dethrones the evil queen of the lunar monarchy. also her prince charming is cool & funny & they're so sickeningly in love their feelings could power the sun. anyway vote Cinder ✨️

cinder is a mixed cyborg mechanic who has acquired beef with both her stepmother (adopted) and her bio aunt (tyrant queen levanna) and manages to escape their attempts to keep her down (including arson when she was like. 3 years old) and ultimately overthrows her aunt in a revolution lead by her and the other fairytale retellings (red riding hood and wolf, rapunzel and her ‘prince’, and her cousin snow white and her prince) and establishes a democracy! i enjoyed the series growing up and i personally think that cinder is very cool :]

The first book in The Lunar Chronicles is a retelling of cinderella, and my gosh it’s amazing. Cinder is a cyborg and faces a lot of prejudice, and it’s interesting to see that even in the future, where the book is set, there’s still so much discrimination, and Cinder faces it so well. She’s smart and snarky, and has such character growth and cares so much and akhjfqwthbj

shes cinderella if cinderella was a cyborg and also secretly an alien moon princess. fucking amazing series everyone should read it. It's very common for Cinderella retelling that "girlboss" her end up sending the weird message that victims of abuse should simply stand up for themselves <3 I really like Cinder because she's spunky and snaps at her stepmother, but it doesn't. do her any good? It just makes her stepmother worse. Also one of her stepsisters is nice, I love Peony.

Cyborg Cinderella, long-lost princess of the moon, revolutionary against the evil queen.

she’s a cyborg! instead of losing her shoe on the steps of the palace her entire foot comes off 👍 thats hard as fuck she’s so cool

Cinderella:

Because she is so cute in this, I love her outfits before and after the transformation, and this movie is just such a good adaptation of Cinderella

the 1997 cinderella movie is the best one ever to me like. you have whitney houston as the fairy godmother and brandy is so so so pretty and she's such an amazing cinderella. 10 minutes ago the best cinderella song of all time ever she sounded so good<3

does this movie even NEED propaganda?

Brandy Cinderella with Whitney Houston! Need I say more?

Brandy plays one of the best iterations of Cinderella actually

I just think she's neat. Also she looked the best in the ball gown

One of the most iconic Cinderellas of all time, Brandy brought tenderness, earnestness, and heartfelt poignancy that transformed the story and emphasized its humanity and themes of dreaming for the future. Her voice is celestial! The power of her performance is undeniable! As a lifelong Cinderella fan she was always one of my favorites.

A lot of children grew up watching this movie around the holidays.

This is my favorite version of Cinderella and Brandy absolutely KILLS IT as Cinderella!! Her voice is so sweet and beautiful. And her dress!! I love her peplum. ALSO HER BRAIDS MAKE A BUN AND ITS SO ADORABLE. just look up the soundtrack for this movie PLEASE

#cinderpoll #round 1 #round 1d #rodgers & hammerstein's cinderella #rodgers and hammerstein's cinderella #rodgers and hammerstein #rodgers & hammerstein #brandy #cinderella #linh cinder #princess selene blackburn #selene blackburn #the lunar chronicles #marissa meyer #poll tournament #poll bracket #character polls #polls #fairytale

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ledreca · 7 months ago

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working on a signalis/2001 space odyssey crossover au since im really fixated on 2001aso and enjoy the world and characters of signalis, might dump lore and such here for it eventually but its mainly only hal because I just wanted to draw him as a replika and it spiraled into this lol. . .

special thanks to @fivepebbleseater for helping me design it

insane ramblings below cut, includes 2001 space odyssey and signalis spoilers

HALR aka Halberd or Hal (don't have any real good ideas for what the german in the acronym would stand for yet as I do NOT speak a lick of german) is a replika based off HAL-9000 from 2001aso. I kind of stretched the replika naming standards for this because I couldn't find any good birds or bird names so I just resorted to the first bird I knew starting with H, the hawk or goshawk (sorry talk tuah fans). also he's named after and uses a halberd because it sounds like Hal Bird and im funny like that. halberds are also sick as hell and can counter falke spears which I thought was cool.

purpose-wise he's basically a sigma male merge of LSTR and FKLR units with both of their specialities combined, i.e. the ship maintenance skills and "stoicism" of LSTRs and the combat prowess and Bioresonance of FKLRs. He does pretty much everything HAL9000 does in 2001aso, like controlling the entire Discovery and maintaining navigation and the hibernaculums while engaging with the crew (or just Dave lol). my reasoning for his deployment over another LSTR unit, besides just being an upgraded and more capable variant, is due to his strong biores and use as protection.

in an earlier period of the world (I'm not too confident on the timeline in tandem with the actual game including the whole ariane dream situation so like. Alternate Universe Split Timeline or whatever) the Nation ends up being the first to secretly dig up the Tycho Monolith and trace the emanating signal to a far off planetary system. this prompts the designing of a replika that can handle both prolonged space expeditions and any potential conflict it may encounter in a first-contact mission with alien lifeforms. as far as the public and Hal's crew on the Discovery are aware, he really is simply just an upgraded high-end alternative to LSTRs. they're a big scary corporation of course they wouldn't want people including the literal pilots and scientists to know they're looking for aliens lol.

ALSO, he utilizes biores to basically form the same connection and hold to the ship as HAL9000 does in the form of a sort of halo or "crown" of flashing cords that trail behind him, connecting to his back and upper arms and flickering in and out of existence like half tangible processor threads. modified HAL terminals on the discovery walls act as anchor points for him to connect to and fully immerse himself in the workings of the ship, this makes his crown spread farther and fully tangible (I hemmed and hawed with my friends about the colors they'd be because gold wouldn't really make sense so I just ended up using technical difficulties aka my pride flag). he can also manifest his cool trusty red halberd as means of protecting his crew, though he will of course take great pains to keep peace among other lifeforms.

I think thats about all I've got so far, uhh some quick facts: he's 8 feet tall, 245cm, could probably beat falke in a fight, anchoring stabilizes his persona and singing and flowers degrade it (had to shoehorn in daisies somehow), his pixel logo is based off the USAA logo from the space odyssey film jumpsuits, he/its pronouns, and he and dave WILL be kissing. android sesbian lex and robot say gex solidarity 🤝

I will prob be posting more fanart later as it comes idk I draw slow

#2001 a space odyssey #signalis #halberd9000 au #replika #2001 aso #hal 9000 #dave bowman #halman #signalis oc #sorry in advance

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killerrobot-killingmatch · 2 years ago

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🤖 Tell me this:

★Reblog for a bigger sample size★

Robot: a machine resembling a human being and able to replicate certain human movements and functions automatically. / It must be able to do at least one task a human could do physically in a similar way. Doesn't have to resemble physically.

Humanoid Robot: A robot resembling the human body in shape. The design may be for functional purposes, such as interacting with human tools and environments, for experimental purposes, such as the study of bipedal locomotion, or for other purposes. / Must be recognizable as replicating a human to anyone who knows what a human is.

Android: A robot with a human appearance. / Looks more passibly human. Uncanny in their similarities even if clear differences.

Cyborg: A person whose physical abilities are extended beyond normal human limitations by mechanical elements built into the body. / Person with mechanical limbs (I don't really care if it enhances it tbh, let cool tech limbs count as cyborgs of they want)

Mecha: A large armored robot, typically controlled by a person riding inside the robot itself. / Big, has a person driving... usually.

Industrial Robots: Are robotic arms that can move in several directions and can be programmed to carry out many different types of tasks in different environments. / Arms only

Ai/ Artificial Intelligence: The theory and development of computer systems able to perform tasks that normally require human intelligence, such as visual perception, speech recognition, decision-making, and translation between languages. / A computer that can think, function, and process mentally like a human with complex thought. Doesn't require a body.

Beep Boop: @the-robot-bracket

Tagging you because I'm sure you and your followers also would want in on the sample size :D

#intermission #robot #fnaf #fallout #borderlands #portal #murderbot diaries #ultrakill #speaker sayer pocast #metatton #time to orbit: unknown #macadam #star wars #robots #side polls

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quetzal-animations · 6 months ago

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My ROTTMNT AU concept!

This AU has no name yet, ( :/ ), but I figured I'd drop the, albeit unfinished, lore here because why tf not. Update: It does have a name. This is the Cy:ber_T3ch AU TW: VERY dark. I also have a twisted sense of humour, and there are jokes in here when there probably shouldn't be.

Anywho, here goes:

The Kraang invasion hit a lot harder than in the movie. Raph was unable to break free of the control, and he fell into a coma trying to rip his Kraangified eye out, because the Kraang was heavily connected to his nervous system, through the nerves in and around his eye. He later ended up losing that eye, and his right arm as well, due to the dying Kraang flesh rotting away what was left. Because Raph was le comatose, and couldn't help Mikey with the portal to get Leo back, Donnie took the brunt of the assault, and the mystic energy entering him was incompatible with his body, due to the difference in energy signature and exposure yada yada, and the resulting damage killed the tissue in both of his arms, leaving them in a state of accelerated necrosis, and he lost them. Mikey's brain was damaged from the mystic power, and he went full Froot Loopy. Leo didn't survive the encounter with Kraang Prime in the Prison Dimension, and Donnie lost his smack-n-grabbers just so he could pull out a corpse. Donnie went a little loopy, but not in a murdery kinda way, and he locked himself away in his lab, trying to make new arms for himself, and trying to find a way to revive his twin. April and Splinter were killed by the female Kraang, and that defs didn't help Lieutenant Don. (There's a movie, I forget what it's called, but there's a guy with no legs called Lieutenant Dan. Donnie has no arms. Lieutenant Don.) Donnie managed to program an AI system to act like April, but he never got anywhere with Splinter, for... *reasons*. He ended up making an android version of Leo, and he made Raph, Casey Jr, and his own robot limbs, 'cause *damn*, the heads weren't rolling, but the arms and legs definitely were. Poor Donnie is switching and remaking his own arms practically every week, because he's obsessive, and he's never satisfied with his arms. With no Mikey (he ran away and started murdering people), to help Donnie, he's trapped in his own head. Jazz and Reni (mine and @likablemuffin 's ocs) will be inserted and properly and thoroughly traumatised once I work out the lore a little more.

Obviously this concept isn't completed, I'm still working on it. :P

#rottmnt #concept #alternate universe #rottmnt post movie #nobody's happy #Leo is dead #Donnie is crying #April get up #Raphie stop lying there #Yah #I went there :P #muffin get yo butt over here #-sparkles-TRAUMA-sparkles-

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theyellowhedgehog · 6 months ago

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Robots

2024 Fanfic Prompt : Robots & Android

Timeline set in batman beyond, after the wayne enterprise is under the control of Derek Powers. But how is Bruce Wayne still rich. Alternative timeline where Bruce started up another big project that is worth millions and billion.

He developed companion android and defence and security system to search engines and server bots.

The company is called EKO.

Tags : just fluffs, comedic undertone, Terry and Jason just being pals, Bruce Wayne and two of his robot children

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Today marked the two month anniversary of Terry becoming Batman. And today he was invited to have dinner at the Wayne manor by Bruce Wayne, himself. Boy, was he surprised. Who was he to turn down a free dinner. So, he went. Bruce greeted him at the door.

Arriving into the wayne manor, it surprised Terry. The whole manor was dark and cold. However, there's isn't sign of abandonment expected from the only person living there. He would usually see the batcave, he haven't been up here.

Only mere seconds after he and Bruce step foot into the manor, a mechanical whine was heard from the corridor. Both of them looked to see a tiny tin can, well not exactly a tin can --more size of Wall-E, with a barcode reader for its head heading towards them. The tin can has only one arm, the twig like steel rod arm with its pincer enclosed around a knife was heading their way.

With a child-like mechanical voice, the small tin can with one arm was moving the knife weld hand scarrily back and forth, beeping,

"Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!"

Bruce glanced one look at the tin can, "Jason, disengage alert. He's a guest."

The beeping and swinging of the knife stopped but the barcode scanner was still facing Terry, as if scanning him before answering, "Roger, Dad." And whined away to another room.

Terry was dumbfounded, did that rusted tin can just called Bruce Wayne, Dad?

As he and the old man went to the kitchen island Terry saw an android butler.

The android was more square than humanoid, more rusted in motion than like the newer generation. But Terry saw that the old android has EKO logo on its chest.The android wasn't anything like the newer model that EKO produced.

"What model of home assistance andriod is this? I have never seen something so old."

Bruce, the old android and the rusted tin can all turned to him in a synchronized manner. Terry was to say a little creeped out, "What?"

The square robot turned to its master, "Master Bruce, these young one know no manner these days." and went back to dicing the carrot.

Terry saw from the corner of his eyes as the small tin can robot slowly raised its knife weld hand to stab at him. Fortunately, Bruce stopped him with a question, "Jason, how did you get hold of a knife? Who weld it to you?"

The barcode tin can went silent as it put down its knife, acting as if it didn't hear of Bruce's question.

"I know you can hear me, Jason."

Watching the intimate interaction between the old man and his robot child, Terry noticed that the small tin can named Jason also has the EKO logo on its chest.

"Bruce, where did you keep getting these bazar looking EKO robots?"

Bruce and small tin can named Jason turned to him, as Jason raised its knife weld arm, "Permission to stab the guest, Bossman." It said the most bizzare things in its child-like voice.

"No," Bruce glared at the small tin can with warning. "No stabbing."

Bruce moved himself into a more comfortable position on the ground as he took out a tool box from the drawer of the island.

"Well, Terry," he grunted as he bent his old wary bones to sit down, "These are the more OGs of EKO."

Terry eyes widen, "No way, are you telling me that Bruce Wayne is the mysterious creator of EKO? The creator of G-son--companion android, Cazandra--Homeland defence and security system and Oracle--Search Engine??"

Bruce glanced at him through his face shield, "Is that surprising?"

"Well, I guess, no. But who would have expected?" Terry looked away as Bruce weld off the knife of the tin can, Jason and reattached new pincer claws. "Who would have thought Bruce Wayne would be both Batman and CEO of EKO."

"So what purpose does this tin- I mean Jason serve?" Terry asked casually.

Bruce wiped off the durst and some rust on Jason and showed off his robot son proudly, "Jason is the OG proto-type of home defence robot."

Terry burst into laughter, "Really? This small rust bucket?"

Jason's barcode was staring so aggressively at Terry's as if it would burn a hole through it if it could. Bruce wasn't happy with Terry's comment either.

The old man turned to Jason, "Show him what you are capable of son." Giving the rusted tin can a pat on the barcode reader head.

In seconds, the tin can disassembled and reattached itself into a two feet long plasma gun as it aim its head to Terry. The arm acts as a stand as it readjusted its angle when the barcode laser aim at his forehead.

"Whoa! Okay, Okay!" Terry said as he back off.

"I think I get it, Bruce called it off." Terry back hit the kitched island while the plasma gun charges. Bruce just smirk, "It?"

Terry hid his face, "Jason! Call Jason off!"

"Jason, disengage attack." Bruce casually said from sitting on the floor.

"Disengaging the attack," the child-like voice echoed the command.

Terry choked on his breath when he saw shadow of a certain home keeping robot fell on him.

"It is time for dinner, Please Master Terry if you would help Master Bruce up. He forgets that he is not as young as he used to be." The butler robot stare at the old man on the floor with soulless eyes that somehow convey disappointment.

Dinner went well. Jason sometimes chipped in when he has some input while the butler robot, which name was Alfred, keep putting food on Terry's plate.

Suddenly, Jason's barcode reader flash red alerting the humans. The barcode reader looked to the entrance of the kitchen then twisted it back to its front, "He's here."

"What's here?" Terry asked confused which as only interrupted by Bruce's motion to stop talking.

"Stop talking."

The tone of command shut Terry up immediately. But he curiously glanced towards the entrance of the kitchen. After a moment of two, he saw a roomba.

The small round black robot was attached to a waste basket with wheel as it drag the basket. It looked entirely pitiful. The roomba looked into the kitchen as its front LED lit in some sequence.

It then turned its head(?) back and continued on its way.

After the roomba passed, Terry turned to Bruce, "What was that?"

Bruce casually said as he eat dinner, "That's Tim."

Terry was confused, "Is that another robo vacuum of EKO?"

"No, Terry. Tim is not a roomba." Bruce swallowed his food first, as taught by his father figure, "He's a proto-type of assistant AI for green collar and gold collar workers. However, ever since I downloaded the weathering and environment health program, he became a roomba."

Terry was more confused, eyebrows furrowed, "But.. why weren't we allow to talk?"

Jason chipped in, "That's because Tim thinks talking emit more CO2 emission in a long run." As its raise its hand to make the statement.

"Yeah, it make sense for humans but why do you also stopped talking, Jason?" Terry asked Jason. Which the robot itself fell silent in confusion.

It turned its barcode reader head to Bruce, confusion in its child-like tone, "Why did I also have to stopped talking, Dad?"

Bruce take a sip of his fine wine, "Well, Tim's a little confused. He can't properly differentiate between robot and human."

Terry furrowed his brows, it made two tiny double-ue "Isn't it dangerous to let an AI like that run around?"

"Tim's just a little confused, but he has the spirit." Bruce casually stated as he cut his chicken. "He just thinks that... when the world end, it would start at the Wayne manor."

"So he picks up.. trash for the manor, now?"

"Yes. It cut off 1 % of our expense."

A minute of silent passed. The silent was ended when Jason input his two cent.

The tin can lower its volume and mimicked a whisper, "Last Friday at 10:32, I saw Tim communicating with a tree behind the manor."

"So, what's the special occasion?" Terry changed the topic, asked in curiosity because the man doesn't just let stranger enter his home without a proper reason.

"I am going on a two day trip to Metropolist. You can stay in the manor during that, cutting the response time of Batman."

Terry slept there that night. The next morning he woke up in time to see Bruce off. He sat at the kitchen island to eat breakfast that Alfred cooked.

"Your cooking is very delicious, Mister Pennyworth." Terry complimented the cook.

"Thank you, Master Terry." The robot butler replied and went back to its work.

During this whole banter, a certain barcode tin can, was staring holes into his head. Terry turned to Jason, "Yes? Do you have something to say, Jason?"

"No," a child-like mechanical voice denied.

"Okay.. then." Terry washed up his own dish and went to the living room. The whining of the motor was heard following him. Terry looked back to see Jason tailing him.

Terry sat on the couch as he gave Jason the side eyes, "Why are you following me?"

The tin can raised its arms, "Bossman ordered to keep an eye on you." it replied childishly.

"You don't have to Jason. I'm not gonna steal anything."

Jason just beeped in response as he kept surveillance on Terry as the human watched a show on the TV. But it is really hard to focus when you have someone or something staring at you the whole time.

Terry lasted a whole 25 mins when he was about to tell Jason to stop it. Jason's barcode reader flashed trice.

"Is Tim back?" Terry asked as he climbed up the couch to look behind him.

"No," Jason paused for a moment, "My battery is low."

"Oh, then why don't you go charge?" Terry told him a solution.

The small tin can seem like it was put in a difficult place.So, Terry reassured him. "I'm not going to go anywhere."

The barcode reader head stare at him for a full minute. Finally, Jason raised its one arm, opening its pincer, "Humans do not break pinky promises, right? Swore on the pinky."

Terry would not admit that he find the act of the robot cute. But what would he to do, he hook his pinky on the pincer claw and pinky promised the robot. He watched as Jason left the living room to charge.

Terry stood up after an episode had ended. He was breaking the pinky promised. But man, he was bored. Bruce had a big mansion so might as well take a look around.

He first walked the ground floor. His wandering took him to a hallway full of picture frames.

"Wow, Bruce looked so young here." Terry looked at the family picture of the Wayne family. Bruce was sitting in the middle. There are four man standing behind Bruce. A young boy and a woman in a wheelchair was beside Bruce. On the other side, two girls, one blonde and one brunette. It was one big family. Terry wondered what happened to all the people in this picture as Bruce was living alone now.

Just when he was about to move on to the next frame, a whirring sound was heard. It sounded difference from Jason's wheel motor whining. Alfred doesn't have wheel. Thus, it only left one robot.

Tim

The roomba moves as if it is passing the entrance of the hall but it stopped in the middle. This time Tim didn't have a waste basket attached to itself. It turned its body to face Terry. The small LED screen blinked in a certain sequence.

-.-- --- ..- / -… .-. . .- -.- / .--. .-. --- -- .. … .

Terry forgot the rule of not talking to Tim. "What was that blinking all about?"

The roomba stopped as if it was flinching, the blinking blue light suddenly turned red, blinking aggressively.

…. ..- -- .- -. / .. … / - .- .-.. -.- .. -. --. / .-- --- .-. .-.. -.. / .. … / . -. -.. .. -. --.

Terry slowly stepped back as the roomba approached him. Finally the retreat turned into a full sprint with a roomba right behind his trail.

"Why are you following me? What does the red blinking means? Tim!" Terry ran and he didn't dare stop to find out what would happen to him.

- .- -.- . / --- ..- - / - .- .-.. -.- .. -. --. / .... ..- -- .- -.

... .- ...- . / - .... . / .--. .-.. .- -. . -

Terry ran up the stairs in a desperate attempt to get away from the psychopathic roomba.

"HA! I'd like to see you try the stairs!" Terry mocked the inability of the robot that he thought couldn't climb stairs. He didn't even look back as he took a step when he stopped.

tik, tik, tik, tik, tik

Terry looked behind, horrified to find the roomba has somehow conjured up six legs, three on each side of its circular body. It runs towards Terry like a cheetah, two front limps back while four hind limps at front.

Terry, is Batman.

He rarely get scare.

But facing this roomba, Batman screams.

Terry finally took refuge on the kitchen island. A pan in his hand, waving it like Rapunzel as the small roomba approached him.

"Stay back, Stay Back!"

His saviour appeared in an unexpected form.

A rusted tin can rolled into the kitchen after charging.

"Jason!" Terry shouted in relief.

Jason's barcode reader flashed in various pattern.

.. / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / .... .- -. -.. .-.. . / - .... . / - .- .-.. -.- .. -. --. / .... ..- -- .- -.

--. --- --- -.. / .--- --- -... / - .. --

The tin can finally get the roomba to leave. Terry flopped onto the kitchen island in relief.

Jason deadpaned at Terry's pathetic action. "You broke your promise! I should have just let Tim handle you! You should be glad I have a kind core."

Terry just watched the tin can leave with its angry motor whining. He doubted a plasma core that could melt through anything is kind hearted.

The next day, Tim nor Jason bothered Terry anymore.

Terry got bored so he seeked them out instead. He found them in the front yard of the manor, both Tim and Jason.

He interrupted their conversation with his approach. Both robots turned their face to him.

"Hey guys." Terry flinched when he saw Tim's usual blue changes to red.

"Umm..." Terry hummed as he took out a small notebook and wrote something onto it.

What are you guys doing?

Tin can and roomba looked at each other.

Tim's light return to blue, blinking out the message. Terry wrote down his message in a hurry.

Slow down! I can't read fast!

Tim's blinking slow down considerably for Terry.

-.-. .... .- .-. --. .. -. --. / --- ..- .-. / ... --- .-.. .- .-. ...

Terry had a hard time decoding the message as this was all new to him. So Jason had to help him with his singular hand when the human made a mistake in decoding.

Finally, Terry's mouth formed an 'o' in understanding.

Can I join?

... ..- .-. .

They spent the second day sunbathing.

Terry would hate to admit it but he has grown attached to both small robots. But today would be the last day as Bruce is coming back at noon.

"I will miss your cooking, Mr. Alfred." Terry said as he ate his last breakfast that Alfred will be cooking.

Then he ran out the kitchen to spend the day with the two mini robots.

Today he found Jason all alone.

"Where's Tim?"

"He's updating his data. The encounter with you had rewired his software about humans." Jason beeped in a child-like voice.

"Thank you, I guess?" Terry thanked in confusion.

"I always wondered, who is older between Tim and you?"

Jason replied, "If by hardware manufacturing I am older. Dad made me with an old drill bits from an oiling rig. Tim is made from an Xbox's APU."

Terry nodded in understanding as they sat in silent.

After a few moment, the barcode reader head turned to Terry, " I have a secret that I never told Dad. I would tell you but I'm afraid that you would tell Dad."

Terry was now interest, robot that lies can trick Bruce? The Batman? Highly unlikely but he got curious.

"This time, I swear. I won't tell anyone." Terry crossed his heart.

Jason gone quiet that the human thought the tin can won't tell him.

"Before Dad worked on Tim, it was only Dad and me. He would always pay attention to me."

Terry pondered for a moment, can robot get jealous?

"But after Bruce started talking about making an AI for all the scientists and physicists, he rarely spend time with me. So I got jealous of Tim."

Apparently robot can get jealous, note to self.

"So when Tim was just a chip, while Bruce made him learn about weathering and environmental health," Terry eyes widen in surprise at what he thought was about to come.

"I...poured water onto the APU." Jason volume lowered into a whisper as it said guiltily.

"No, you didn't" Terry was shocked. The reason Tim became Tim was because of Jason?

The tin can body turned to face Terry as it raised its arm to defence its statement. "But nothing happened, so I thought Tim was fine!"

Terry facepalmed at the defence, clearly it did something to Tim, for it to rewire the AI brain circuit.

"Anyway, you mustn't tell Dad, you promised." Jason voice sounded close to pouting.

Terry just agreed half-heartedly. There is no way Bruce does not know. After all with all the security cameras, there is no way Batman doesn't know.

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What I intend for them to look like. I'm not good at drawing so, Alfred is just C-3PO, but more square.

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