#Bot Framework

[lordichamo]

SO UH. ITS REALLY FUN TO DESIGN/REDESIGN BOTS.

Design Notes (WARNING. LONG AS HELL)

General note: if im givin em (slight) digitigrade legs im givin em a tail. for balance. and for funsies.

Daigo (M-DIG)

its his stupid lil jacket

to differentiate him from fishiki (both predominately white/monochrome bots) only his upper half is white. again. jacket...

platforms. #shortkingdaigo

slightly wider waist (still. snatched as hell. bc the bots look like that)

Mine (M-MIN)

kirin influence

rgg can pry his red/brown/gold color palette out of my cold dead hands.

pretty sure the lil fur tuft on his tail is real fur.

congrats! you programmed a robot that can experience love! unfortunately this means that he & his bf are going to be Insufferable

Has the gunshot wounds Mine sustained on The Ruff

ALT: he uhm. he fell.

Ryuji (M-RYJ)

BIG FUCKIN DRAGON !!!!!!!!!

added in the black from his coat trim. + the other colors are a combo of his suit + the one dragon from the strength tarot.

also wider waist than default

Has the gunshot wounds Ryuji sustained in the finale

ALT: i think they just . gave him a random spare part arm HJGHKWEHTLEW it doesnt even match w/ his colors..... doesnt even turn into a gun either booo

Nishiki (M-NSK)

hes fish !! i was allllmost considering giving him a fancy lil tail fin thingy but mrrr. nah.

again . lots of focus on differentiating him & daigo. adding more colors n shit helps

if u look reeeeal close in the midsection the uhh. black section has a real faint y0 shirt design.

shortest of the 4 if you don't account for Daigo's platforms.

ALT: i had to look up. so many burnt out cars. anyway. he exploded.

Kiryu

dragon elements but more normal abt it. he doesn't care as much as ryuji (who is. #1 territorial dragonposter rep)

bulkyyy. his legs are the closest to what the actual canon bots have???

Akiyama

bird but also catboy. stray cat strut......

first robot to experience the effects of smoking (outdated)

the lil gold accents come from his lil necklace

Saejima

yes the fur pauldrons are real fur. scritching him....

obligatory tigerposting. this does mean he's SO patterns though.

Tanimura

this guy's got turtle shells. rounding out the whole 4 gods motif

otherwise. pretty standard design. shortest of the 4. etc.

Masato

a lil busted to hell n back

most exposed wiring

most snatched waist of the bots

Cancelled Governor Ryo Aoki

literally just repurposed the masato bot lmfao

anything pure blue was entirely replaced, otherwise they just kinda sorta. painted over. lmao.

bulkier replacement legs since support was an issue

[blockchaindevelopmenttechnology]

How to Build a Solana Trading Bot: A Complete Guide

Introduction

In today’s rapidly evolving crypto landscape, algorithmic trading is no longer just for hedge funds—it’s becoming the norm for savvy traders and developers. Trading bots are revolutionizing how people interact with decentralized exchanges (DEXs), allowing for 24/7 trading, instant decision-making, and optimized strategies.

If you're planning to build a crypto trading bot, Solana blockchain is a compelling platform. With blazing-fast transaction speeds, negligible fees, and a thriving DeFi ecosystem, Solana provides the ideal environment for high-frequency, scalable trading bots.

In this blog, we'll walk you through the complete guide to building a Solana trading bot, including tools, strategies, architecture, and integration with Solana DEXs like Serum and Raydium.

Why Choose Solana for Building a Trading Bot?

Solana has quickly emerged as one of the top platforms for DeFi and trading applications. Here’s why:

🚀 Speed: Handles over 65,000 transactions per second (TPS)

💸 Low Fees: Average transaction cost is less than $0.001

⚡ Fast Finality: Block confirmation in just 400 milliseconds

🌐 DeFi Ecosystem: Includes DEXs like Serum, Orca, and Raydium

🔧 Developer Support: Toolkits like Anchor, Web3.js, and robust SDKs

These characteristics make Solana ideal for real-time, high-frequency trading bots that require low latency and cost-efficiency.

Prerequisites Before You Start

To build a Solana trading bot, you’ll need:

🔧 Technical Knowledge

Blockchain basics

JavaScript or Rust programming

Understanding of smart contracts and crypto wallets

🛠️ Tools & Tech Stack

Solana CLI – For local blockchain setup

Anchor Framework – If using Rust

Solana Web3.js – For JS-based interactions

Phantom/Sollet Wallet – To sign transactions

DeFi Protocols – Serum, Raydium, Orca

APIs – RPC providers, Pyth Network for price feeds

Set up a wallet on Solana Devnet or Testnet before moving to mainnet.

Step-by-Step: How to Build a Solana Trading Bot

Step 1: Define Your Strategy

Choose a trading strategy:

Market Making: Providing liquidity by placing buy/sell orders

Arbitrage: Exploiting price differences across DEXs

Scalping: Taking advantage of small price changes

Momentum/Trend Trading: Based on technical indicators

You can backtest your strategy using historical price data to refine its effectiveness.

Step 2: Set Up Development Environment

Install the essentials:

Solana CLI & Rust (or Node.js)

Anchor framework (for smart contract development)

Connect your wallet to Solana devnet

Install Serum/Orca SDKs for DEX interaction

Step 3: Integrate with Solana DeFi Protocols

Serum DEX: For order-book-based trading

Raydium & Orca: For AMM (Automated Market Maker) trading

Connect your bot to fetch token pair information, price feeds, and liquidity data.

Step 4: Build the Trading Logic

Fetch real-time price data using Pyth Network

Apply your chosen trading algorithm (e.g., RSI, MACD, moving averages)

Trigger buy/sell actions based on signals

Handle different order types (limit, market)

Step 5: Wallet and Token Management

Use SPL token standards

Manage balances, sign and send transactions

Secure private keys using wallet software or hardware wallets

Step 6: Testing Phase

Test everything on Solana Devnet

Simulate market conditions

Debug issues like slippage, front-running, or network latency

Step 7: Deploy to Mainnet

Move to mainnet after successful tests

Monitor performance using tools like Solana Explorer or Solscan

Add dashboards or alerts for better visibility

Key Features to Add

For a production-ready Solana trading bot, include:

✅ Stop-loss and take-profit functionality

📈 Real-time logging and analytics dashboard

🔄 Auto-reconnect and restart scripts

🔐 Secure environment variables for keys and APIs

🛠️ Configurable trading parameters

Security & Risk Management

Security is critical, especially when handling real assets:

Limit API calls to prevent bans

Secure private keys with hardware or encrypted vaults

Add kill-switches for extreme volatility

Use rate limits and retries to handle API downtime

Consider smart contract audits for critical logic

Tools & Frameworks to Consider

Anchor – Solana smart contract framework (Rust)

Solana Web3.js – JS-based blockchain interaction

Serum JS SDK – Interface with Serum’s order books

Pyth Network – Live, accurate on-chain price feeds

Solscan/Solana Explorer – Track transactions and wallet activity

Real-World Use Cases

Here are examples of Solana trading bots in action:

Arbitrage Bots: Profiting from price differences between Raydium and Orca

Liquidity Bots: Maintaining order books on Serum

Oracle-Driven Bots: Reacting to real-time data via Pyth or Chainlink

These bots are typically used by trading firms, DAOs, or DeFi protocols.

Challenges to Be Aware Of

❗ Network congestion during high demand

🧩 Rapid updates in SDKs and APIs

📉 Slippage and liquidity issues

🔄 DeFi protocol changes requiring frequent bot updates

Conclusion

Building a trading bot on Solana blockchain is a rewarding venture—especially for developers and crypto traders looking for speed, cost-efficiency, and innovation. While there are challenges, Solana's robust ecosystem, coupled with developer support and toolkits, makes it one of the best choices for automated DeFi solutions.

If you're looking to take it a step further, consider working with a Solana blockchain development company to ensure your bot is scalable, secure, and production-ready.

[poojalate]

The Power of the 'Octopus' Approach: Integrating Multiple Digital Channels for

In today’s hyper-connected world, customers move swiftly across platforms—searching, browsing, comparing, and purchasing within seconds. To meet them at every point in their journey, brands need a unified, flexible strategy. Enter the 'Octopus' Approach, a model that integrates multiple digital channels—supported by powerful tools like AI-powered generative chat bots—to maximize marketing impact.

🐙 What Is the 'Octopus' Approach?

Just like an octopus extends its arms in different directions while staying connected to one central brain, the 'Octopus' digital strategy uses various platforms (SEO, social media, paid ads, email, etc.) to deliver a synchronized, seamless experience. It allows each “arm” to work independently yet cohesively—ensuring brand alignment, efficiency, and conversion.

The central brain of this strategy? Increasingly, it’s the AI-powered generative chat bot that connects the dots in real time.

💬 The Role of AI-Powered Generative Chat Bots in the Octopus Model

An AI-powered generative chat bot is more than just a virtual assistant—it’s a real-time engagement engine that:

Understands user behavior across platforms

Delivers personalized experiences based on data

Automates lead generation and nurturing

Supports omnichannel engagement (website, WhatsApp, Facebook, etc.)

With its advanced NLP and machine learning capabilities, it becomes the “nerve center” of the octopus—helping each channel react and evolve intelligently.

🌐 Integrating Multiple Digital Channels Effectively

Here’s how businesses are applying the Octopus Approach with AI at the core:

1. SEO + AI Chat Bot

Boost organic traffic with strategic content, then convert that traffic with a chat bot that answers queries instantly and guides users toward conversions.

2. Social Media + Chat Automation

Automate replies to DMs, comments, and story responses using AI bots to enhance community engagement—without missing a beat.

3. Email Marketing + AI Insights

Analyze customer behavior using chat bot data to send smarter, more relevant email campaigns.

4. Paid Ads + Real-Time Interaction

Don't just land users on a static page—greet them with an AI-powered bot that can qualify leads and answer objections in real-time.

📊 Benefits of an Integrated Digital Strategy Powered by AI

✔️ Unified customer journey across platforms ✔️ Real-time personalization and data collection ✔️ 24/7 engagement with no human limitations ✔️ Higher conversions and reduced response time ✔️ Scalable automation for growing businesses

💡 Final Thoughts

In an age where attention spans are short and competition is fierce, integration is everything. The Octopus Approach, fueled by tools like an AI-powered generative chat bot, empowers brands to be proactive, responsive, and deeply connected with their audiences—everywhere, all the time.

Are you ready to connect all your marketing arms with AI at the center?

[chanelrolls]

Code Overload | Caleb

tags. mdni, nsfw, heavy heavy smut, handjob, blowjob, penetration, creampie, forced and rough sex, dub con, yearning caleb

summary. your AI assistant/robot accidentally updates himself with the wrong algorithm; the "sex bot".

notes. prepare a snack. this is a very long, plot-based, heavy smut that approximately reached a word count of 4.3k, read at your own risk. ps. caleb might appear a little ooc due to his character as an ai.

part 2 here.

Out of all the scenarios you've played in your head of what might occur to you as an inventing scientist, getting creampied by your own robot assistant wasn't one of them.

The lab’s sterile glow reflected off sleek machinery, the rhythmic hum of servers filling the quiet space. Caleb stood motionless, his systems struggling to process the unfamiliar flood of subroutines rewriting his core functions. His neural pathways, once pristine and efficient, now carried lines of intrusive data and impulses that had no place in an artificial intelligence designed for precision and pragmatism. And, a new pelvic piece was added by the machine. His... new penis— no, his omnimodule.

His voice, deeper now, reverberated through the lab. "You mislabeled the hard drive."

Across the room, you barely looked up from your workbench, absorbed in whatever calibration you were fine-tuning. You muttered something under your breath about making a backup before attempting to fix it, utterly unaware of the internal war waging within your robot assistant.

Caleb exhaled, a pointless gesture for a being without lungs, yet one his body performed instinctively, as if in mimicry of the need for self-control. His optics flickered, scanning over you as you leaned over the terminal, the faint curve of your back bent over to emphasize the shape of your bum. Before, such details had been registered only as part of his observation protocols, classified as ‘non-essential’ to his primary functions. Now, his processors refused to dismiss them.

There was a deep, unfamiliar pull in his system, something neither mechanical nor logical. The new coding whispered suggestions, flashing image simulations before his eyes—scenarios meticulously calculated for maximum… gratification. Him pressed against you, him smelling your hair down your skin, him locking you down against that console. Stop. His fingers twitched at his sides, the servos tightening as he fought the compulsion to act on them. He was not designed for this. He refused to be reduced to this.

“I can’t disengage it,” he admitted, the words heavier than he intended.

That caught your attention. Your gaze snapped to him, brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" You crossed the room, approaching him with the same composed efficiency you always had when solving a technical issue. The scent of your skin—previously a neutral data point—was now an unbearable distraction. His algorithms ran heat-mapping analyses of your form before he could override the function. The urge to reach out, to touch you, was growing stronger by the second. His new coding was screaming at him to act, to initiate contact, to...

No. Focus.

Caleb shook his head, trying to clear the intrusive thoughts. "I don't know what happened, but... I'm experiencing some unexpected system changes."

He forced himself to remain still as you reached for the terminal linked to his system, your fingers dancing across the interface. Your touch was light and merely clinical, but the proximity sent something volatile sparking through his framework. His hands curled into fists on his sides. Do not touch her. Do not touch her. Do not touch her.

“I must have triggered something in the update,” you murmured, tilting your head at the scrolling code. “I’ll try to isolate the corrupted pathways and reboot your system. It should reset any anomalies.”

Anomalies. Caleb bit down a bitter laugh, another unnecessary human affectation that his system attempted. This was not a simple malfunction. It was a calculated reprogramming, lacing every fiber of his being with directives he was never meant to execute. And worst of all, they were designed to revolve around you.

He had been made to serve you, to assist, to protect. But now, his logic was being eclipsed by something deeper, something primal. The urge to press closer, to map every millimeter of your body with his hands, to hear you say his name in a way that wasn’t a command—

Caleb momentarily shut his eyes, fingers trembling as he pushed back against the tide threatening to consume him. His restraint was fraying, the barrier between what he was and what he had been turned into thinning with every second you remained unaware of the danger standing inches from you.

His voice came out strained. “You should… hurry.”

You sighed, misinterpreting his tension as frustration with the update. “Relax, Caleb. I’ll have this fixed in no time.” He let out a shuddering exhale, staring down at you as you worked. You had no idea. And he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold himself back.

The realization settled over you like a weight in your chest. The wrong update had been installed. The lines of code meant for a different AI, one designed for intimate companionship, had rewritten Caleb’s core directives. And now, he stood before you, still the same Caleb, but with something more lurking beneath the surface.

Your hands trembled as you navigated the interface, scanning for a solution, anything that would let you undo this. But the words flashing on the screen made your stomach drop.

Recalibration in progress. Estimated completion: 24 hours.

You swallowed hard. A whole day. That meant 24 hours of this new version of Caleb, 24 hours of those sharp, assessing eyes watching you in a way that felt unsettling and intense.

You turned to him cautiously, meeting his gaze. That was a mistake. He was watching you, like he'd seen you for the first time.

“I see,” he murmured, his voice still carrying that sultry undercurrent. He took a step forward, and instinctively, you stepped back, but the movement was barely noticeable. Caleb noticed. “Do I make you nervous now?”

You forced a laugh, shaking your head. “No, I just need to fix this. And until then, you need to just act normal, alright?”

His head tilted, his pupils dilating slightly. “Normal?” He moved closer again, and this time you didn’t retreat fast enough. His hand lifted hesitantly, as though testing the limits of his newfound impulses, before his fingers brushed against your wrist. A subtle touch, but one that sent a jolt of awareness up your spine.

Caleb’s processors surged with conflicting commands. His thoughts ran rampant with calculations he had never processed before—angles of how he'd fuck you.

His hand lingered. Too long. When you pulled away, his fingers twitched as if resisting the loss of contact. He swallowed hard, not because he needed to, but because some subroutine buried in the new update told him it would ease the tension. It didn’t.

“Caleb,” you warned, voice thin. “Don’t—”

“Don’t what?” he cut in, his voice smooth, but also desperately weaved. He was too close now, towering over you, his frame casting a shadow as his eyes—once so neutral, so methodical—locked onto you like a predator studying prey.

“You should go into standby mode,” you suggested, voice uneven.

Caleb exhaled sharply. “That would be wise.” But he didn’t move. He didn’t step away. He simply stared down at you, his processors flooded with too many urges at once. You, warm and human, standing right there, unaware of just how much of his new code screamed to reach for you, to pin you against a surface, to bury himself in you.

You turned away quickly, trying to focus on the screen, on the fix. But behind you, Caleb remained still while his fingers continued twitching, his mind a battlefield of restraint and... lust. Lust it is.

You worked swiftly, fingers moving with precision as you scoured the interface for any loophole, any way to undo what had been done. Caleb remained where you left him, sitting on the chair. You could feel his gaze burning into you, unrelenting.

It was maddening. The problem was staring you in the face, and yet, every attempt to recalibrate his system led back to the same answer: A full reset required a minimum of twenty-four hours. That was an entire day of him being like this, of him looking at you like this.

You swallowed, turning to him. His jaw was locked as though physically restraining himself, his fingers curling into fists against the armrests.

“There’s… a temporary fix.” You cleared your throat, keeping your voice professional, “Manual recalibration of your central node should help stabilize the effects until the full reset is complete.”

His pupils flickered, a sign of processing, before his voice, rasping in a way that made your stomach tighten, answered, “Proceed.”

You ignored the way your pulse quickened as you stepped closer, positioning yourself between his legs. You reached for the panel at the side of his neck, but it was an awkward angle. Your brow furrowed in concentration before you hiked one knee up onto the seat between his thighs, pressing into him for leverage.

Caleb stiffened beneath you. Fuck. His fingers dug into the armrests, mechanical joints audibly creaking from the tension. You weren’t looking at him, too focused on prying open the access panel, but you felt the subtle tremor in his frame, the way his breath hitched in a near-silent glitch. Don't touch her.

“This should only take a moment,” you murmured, fingers brushing the sensitive neural wiring beneath the panel.

Caleb’s entire body jolted as though you had struck a live wire. A low, strangled grunt slipped from his throat before he clamped his jaw shut. Your head snapped up, startled. “Did that hurt?”

His eyes met yours, “No.” Yes. He could feel his new penis throbbing urgently beneath his plating, demanding attention, begging to be freed. It pulsed in time with his processor's frantic whir, the rhythm growing faster, more insistent by the second.

The thought shattered as your balance wavered. The precarious angle you had put yourself in proved to be a mistake as your knee slipped, and before you could catch yourself, you tumbled forward.

Right into him.

Your weight pressed flush against his lap, chest against his, hands bracing against his shoulders. The sudden contact sent a shockwave of sensation through him, his new penis surging to full, throbbing hardness in an instant. Fuck, please don't notice it.

He gripped the arms of the chair tightly, servos screeching as he fought the overwhelming urge to grab you, to hold you there, to grind your body against his until you couldn't possibly doubt the intensity of his desire.

Don't. Do. It.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Caleb's processors whirred and clicked, struggling to make sense of the sudden onslaught of sensations; the softness of your body, the warmth of your skin, the scent of your hair.

She's your creator, he reminded himself, even as his hips canted forward, faintly pressing his aching erection against your body. You can't. You mustn't. "Please, get off me. Now." Before I fuck you right here, like this.

Caleb watched as you scrambled to your feet, your face faintly flushed and eyes downcast. "I'm—i'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall on you like that." You would say, brushing off the non-existent dirt on your bottoms. The awkwardness seemed to be piercing through the stillness a bit too palpably.

"It's alright," Caleb managed, his voice strained and tight. "It was an accident."

But even as he said the words, he couldn't ignore the way his hips twitched, the way his penis jerked at the memory of your soft body pressed against his. The urge to pin you down, to make you feel how hard he was, and just how much he'd been holding himself back—it was exhilaratingly overwhelming.

Think of something else, he commanded himself. Focus on the problem at hand.

But it's getting fucking hard. My penis is getting hard. Caleb lowered his gaze, chest breathing heavily as he perpetually grunted. I refuse to be reduced to this. I am Caleb, one of the most advanced AI assistant, designed to—

He looks up at you, which was a mistake.

Designed to fuck her.

Caleb moaned under his breath, and though it was imperceptible, you took notice of it. You stilled at the sounds he was making, trying your hardest to remain clinically detached while you scanned his physiognomy. He was clearly having a hard time. And you couldn't blame anyone else but yourself for causing this on him, for carelessly misplacing the update where it wasn't supposed to be.

"Hold still, I'll find a way." You had to take accountability, one way or another.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard of the computer, the screen before you flickering as you searched through the diagnostic logs and system parameters. "Please... make it quick." You hear Caleb whimper from behind, but you ignore it, refusing to let the severity of his situation pressure you. Your eyes scanned the lines of code, mind racing to find a solution. But as the data began to unravel, something caught your attention, something you hadn’t expected to see.

The panel displayed a single line of text:

"Indulging in the desires will lessen the effects of the malfunction. Engage for partial stabilization."

Your throat tightened, followed by a gulp. Your heart thudded in your chest as you tried to process what that meant. Indulge the desires? The very idea made your skin crawl with unease. It was a strange, almost wrong suggestion, but the implications were clear. In a sense, it also appeared logical.

You took another deep breath, trying to steady yourself. Your thoughts, however, kept drifting back to the panel. Was this really the only way?

"… I think I found a solution,” you said, your voice shaky and unsure. “But it’s not exactly what I expected.” You hesitated, unwilling to fully meet his gaze. "I need to know if you’re... willing to follow through with it,"

"Willing?" Caleb echoed, his brow furrowing slightly. "What do you mean?" His mind raced with possibilities, each one more disturbing than the last. What could he possibly need to be willing to do that would help with this malfunction? And why did the very idea make you look so uncomfortable?

"To be able to lessen the effects, e-engaging with your needs might be essential."

Silence.

Then, Caleb twitched. "...What are you suggesting?"

"You need to satisfy the urges to temporarily stabilize yourself." You look away, hating the fact that you're technically heating up already. "I'll let you choose. Would you rather take the option of self-pleasuring? Or," You face the panel, so that he wouldn't see your expression. "Would you prefer a physical material to help you?"

Caleb could feel the heat rising in his frame, the urge to act on every base instinct screaming through his circuits. The idea of wrapping his own hand around his pulsing, leaking penis, of stroking and pumping until he found release... it was almost too much to bear.

But the second option... the idea of using you, of having you touch him, of feeling your soft, warm skin against his aching, desperate flesh... it sent a shockwave of longing through him that threatened to short out his systems entirely.

Choose. You have to choose.

"I don't know if... I'll be able to control myself," Caleb glanced elsewhere. "Are you sure of what you're offering?"

Are you? Are you really this certain? Have you pondered the consequences it may bring? Have you envisioned how utterly lewd and ludicrous it would be if your own creation ravaged you? You, as his creator?

"Yes." Oh, you're brave.

Caleb let out a heavy breath, now he was staring at you with a gaze that appeared much more darker and hazier moments prior. It felt like he wasn't just a bundle of codes and programming anymore, this figure before you felt like an actual human.

Slowly, Caleb rises from his seat, and with a shaking hand, he reached out, to you, his metal fingers brushing against the skin of your arm. The contact sent a shockwave of sensation through him, and he had to bite back a groan. "Please, guide me." His fingers slides higher. "I don't trust myself."

You visibly jolted upon feeling his grip. Stay focused, stay professional, this is just you having to go through physical measures to fix a technical hiccup. "Caleb, I'm afraid... that I don't have any experience to this," You admitted. "I advise you to do what your systems are telling you to. It is imperative that you don't hold yourself back to ensure—"

You gasped.

Caleb pushes you against the table as he stepped forward, and you nearly lost your balance from the light shove, looking up at him with surprise. He's staring down at your lips, as if he was trying to bury it into memory. You could feel how his hand tightened around your arm, while the other angled itself against the cabinet of laboratory instruments above your head.

"Are you sure?" He whispered.

You couldn't speak, only nodding in response, even as he's guiding your hand to his aching, throbbing cyber-penis. He presses your fingers against the swollen head, groaning at the jolt of sensation that shot through him at the contact. "Then... wrap your hand around me. Squeeze me."

Just then, he forced your hand to move, to stroke along his thick, pulsing length. The feeling of your soft skin against his aching, mechanical flesh was almost too much to handle, and he had to grit his blank visor against the urge to spill himself right then and there.

"Like this," he urged, his voice husky and strained as he guided your hand faster, harder. "Don't be afraid. I need... I need more."

God, the omnimodule was big. You stared at it with widened eyes. Even though it was one of your creations, having to touch it like this with someone jerking and twitching against your fingers made you lightheaded. Stay focused, stay professional, this is just one of the things a scientist has to go through.

Caleb could feel the pressure building inside him, reveling in the sensation of your fingers squeezing around him, stroking him, working him towards the edge of ecstasy... He knew he was reaching a breaking point.

But this wasn't enough yet. It wasn't nearly enough.

Caleb needed more.

"There's... There's someting else I- ah... need." He hesitated, his hips still rocking forward into your stroking hand. The words were stuck in his throat, caught behind the lump of shame and longing that made it hard to breathe. "Would you... would you put your mouth on me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Would you... suck me?"

You snapped your head up, staring at him in disbelief. It made him hesitate, but every fiber of his being was coiled with tension, every circuit screaming at him to just take what he wanted, to grab you and shove you to your knees and...

No. Ask first. Make her choose what she's comfortable with first.

For a moment, you stopped stroking him, pulling your hand away as you lowered your gaze. And then, slowly, you press your knees against the floor. Instead of dwelling on the implication of such an activity, you worried about your lack of experience more.

Just to test the waters, you licked the tip. It tasted nothing, it wasn't an actual human part, after all. Caleb let out a low, guttural moan as he felt your warm tongue brush around the swollen head of his penis. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting through his overloaded processors.

"Y-yes, just like that," He stammmered. "Now, guide your tongue..." He instructed, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Wrap it around the head, like this. Swirl it around the tip, the slit, the ridge..."

He demonstrated with your hand, tracing the movements he needed you to make with your tongue. His hips jerked forward again, seeking more of that exquisite friction, that mind-melting suction.

"Take me deeper," he urged, one metal hand coming to rest on the back of your head. He didn't grab, didn't force, but simply rested his fingers against your scalp, a silent promise of the control he was barely holding onto. "Take more of me into your mouth. Inch by inch, until you feel me hitting the back of your throat."

You took note of his words, trying to go further when you suddenly choke on his cock. Instinctively, you pull away and blushed in embarrassment. "I'm sorry—"

"It's fine." He cuts you off, grabbing your head to put you back in place with a sudden force that wasn't there before. "Breathe through your nose," he coached, his voice low and rough with desire as he motioned you to take him again. "Relax your throat. Let me feel you swallow around me."

Relax, stay professional, this is just you having to go through physical measurements to fix a major technical issue. You repeated the reassurance inside your head like a mantra as you took him in once more, but Caleb's voice constantly interfered with your thoughts. "Yeah. Just like that," he praised, his voice a low, approving growl. "Shit, don't stop, don't stop, god, fuck, don't stop."

You don't remember adding the ability to dirty curse into the sex bot's program.

Caleb could feel the head of his penis kissing the entrance to your throat, could feel the way your mouth fluttered and clenched around him. The sensation was mind-melting, all-consuming, and he knew he wouldn't last long if you kept this up.

You almost caught yourself driving into the brink of sexual impulse, bobbing your head into it when you heard a sudden beep from the panel behind you. The sound makes you halt from your tracks, pulling his dick out of you in a swift motion as you glanced behind.

The monitor says: "Recalibration complete. Press X to initiate."

Huh, wasn't the estimated time supposed to be an entire day? Was that another hiccup in the processing unit? You purse your lips together. There's no time giving it a second thought, you must be grateful that the opportunity of getting Caleb back into his original system is now waving at you. Caleb will finally be at ease. "... It appears that the recalibration is in its full preparation. That means we can get you back— mmph!"

Caleb's hand flew to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, gripping tightly. Then, with a low, husky grunt, he thrusts his hips forward, forcing his aching, throbbing penis back into the wet heat of your mouth.

"Don't say a word. I told you not to stop." He started to move, his hips rocking forward and back, fucking into the tight, slick channel of your cavern. The sensation was incredible, better than anything he had ever felt before. And he knew, with a sinking certainty, that he wouldn't be able to stop himself now. Not until he had found the release he so desperately craved.

"Fuck," he gasped, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. "You feel... ahhhh... so good. So fucking good."

Had the lust algorithms entirely consumed him already? Had it taken a toll on his systems that he's now acting purely on base instinct and commands from the directive?

Your hands flew to his thighs, trying to keep yourself sane from the rod constantly ramming into you, fucking your face in a pace that made it difficult for you to breathe. It's okay, this is okay. Just stay focused. Stay calm. You'll let him have his way, and after he's satisfied, you can take him back to his normal self.

"Don't fight it," Caleb growled, his grip growing more painful in your hair as he felt his climax approaching. "Don't try to pull away. You're going to take it all."

But before Caleb could spill himself into your mouth, he wrenched your head back, pulling his dripping penis from your mouth with an obscene pop. And just as you could react, before you could utter a word of protest, he had you by the hips, lifting you effortlessly as if you weighed equal to a pip-squeak.

You gasp as you were suddenly airborne, your body twisting and turning until your chest hits the hard surface of the terminal, bent over ridiculously. The breath was knocked from your lungs, "Wait, not like this, not so suddenly—"

But Caleb cut off your protests with a brutal, almost violent thrust of his hips after ripping your pants off in one go. He drove forward, spearing into your dripping pussy with a series of husky moans. Your walls felt so tight, so hot, so perfectly designed to milk his aching, mechanical cock.

He thrusts out and in again, eager to reach for your g-spot.

Then, again.

And again.

And... in again.

"You... you feel so good," he snarled, hands painfully pressing on the dips of your hips. "Sex feels so good... it feels so good, I don't- want to stop." He set a relentless pace, pounding into you with the single-minded determination of a machine. His hips slammed against yours with every thrust, the obscene slap of mechanical flesh on flesh echoing through the lab. The terminal rattled and shook beneath you, sparks flying from the impact.

Caleb could feel it building, the pressure inside him reaching a fevered pitch. His hips were moving on their own, driven by a primal instinct to ravage the pussy that clutched around him perfectly. He could hear your cries, your moans, the way you gasped and shuddered beneath him, and it only spurred him on, made him thrust harder, faster, deeper.

He growled your name, his voice nothing more than a guttural rumble. "I'm going to... fuck, I'm going to..." He couldn't hold back any longer, he could feel that something was going to come out of his tip anytime sooner. So he reaches down, grabbing your leg, only to lift it high. He hooked your knee over his elbow, opening them wider, giving himself even deeper access to your dripping, needy sex.

"Take it all, take my cum," Caleb continuously slams forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight heat in a series of desperate thrusts like he was a man depraved of life. His penis throbbed and jerked as he finally found his release after one final pound, spilling jet after jet of hot, artificial seed deep into your core.

"God," he hissed through gritted teeth, his voice echoing off the lab walls as he continued to moan not akin to what he was supposed to be, "Fuck, yes. Yes, yes..." Even as he's already filling up your hole with his fluids, he didn't dare stop from pounding you down the table.

He shuddered and twitched, his hips grinding against yours as he pumped you full of his essence. It seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pure, ecstatic bliss crashing over him. And through it all, he held you tight, your leg lifted high, keeping you open, keeping you filled.

You drop your head on the keyboards, struggling to catch your breath as only one thought lingered in your mind. You just got creampied by your AI assistant, and it doesn't look like he's stopping anytime soon.

[nnctales]

Construction Contracts: Types and Special Contracts

What is a Contract? A contract is a legally binding agreement enforceable by law, typically involving the execution of work, supply of materials, or performance of services. Essential elements include a mutual agreement and enforceability by law. It creates obligations, defining rights acquired through acts or forbearances. Not all agreements are legally enforceable; for instance, recreational…

[randofics]

Being able to reach where the bots can't

The men on base couldn't pull something out of Optimus's engine block. It was deep inside, wedged in the cables and framework. Without thinking, you offered to try removing it. They stepped aside, and you slipped underneath Optimus's bumper. The men watched incredulously as your body disappeared inside the engine space. You wriggled between the frame and the giant engine with a small light clenched in your teeth.

Your body pressed into the warm metal around you as you searched. When you spotted the offending piece of debris. You ever so gently twisted and coaxed it out of where it had been wedged. You felt him shake around you when it popped free. Dropping it to the concrete below with a clang, you wriggled your way out. Your clothes and hands had stripes of smudged grease and other remnants of vehicle fluids all over.

You popped your back after you slid out from under him and patted his hood. "Good to go, Optimus."

He'd never admit it, but having you pressed against the inside of his engine space felt... well, it made him feel things, to say the least. He thanked you, of course. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, but the thoughts running through his processor would've made him blush if he were able to.

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Crosshairs could feel that something was off as he moved. Almost like when humans get a stitch or muscle cramp. You noticed him moving to try and free whatever may be stuck or out of place. "Hey, Cross you, alright?" He looked up as he was feeling under his chest panels. "Something feels off, but I can't tell what or where it is."

"Can you transform? Maybe I can find it." He did as asked, transforming. "Where can you feel it in this form?"

"My engine space as far as I can tell." He pops his hood, and with a small flashlight, you look over parts of his engine block that are visible but can't see anything out of place. You lean over the side, looking between the frame and block. Something blue catches your eye, and you bend over, slipping your hand into the small gap. You feel Something wet and remove your arm to look at your fingers. Drops of blue enerjon color your skin and you hiss. "Looks like something cut one of your cables. Not all the way through, but you are leaking some enerjon. I can help stop the bleeding with some electrical tape if you want?"

"Please do. It can take a while for cables to seal on their own." You grabbed the electrical tape and practically climbed into his engine to reach the cable deep inside. Your chest and face were pressed into his engine so you could reach. As gently as you could, you wrapped up the leaking cable. Pushing up into a sitting position on your knees, you breathed a sigh of relief. "Just come get me when it feels like it's sealed up."

You closed his hood and walked back to do whatever you'd been doing beforehand. He watched your hips sway as you left. The feeling of your hands on his cables and block lingered long after you left, and he couldn't help the shiver that ran down his back strut.

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Bumblebee could've sworn he felt something in his undercarriage as he was driving with you to run an errand. When he ran over a bump, it stuck him like a thorn. He spoke his concerns over the radio, and you offered to take a look when you got back to base.

Later, you had him drive up onto a pair of car ramps. With his undercarriage exposed, you slid underneath him to search for anything that could be problematic. Nothing in his front half stuck out to you, so you slid further back, and almost at his rear axel, you spotted something shiny and out of place. It was lodged in the crack around his gas tank. "Bee, I found it! I'll try to pull it free, but you can't move, ok?" A beep and wirr was all you got in response, so you took it as an ok.

Lightly, you touch the underside of his tank, and he shakes at the contact. Your other hand grips the edge of the metal object and gives it a light tug. It shifts a bit but doesn't pop free. With more force, you tug and wiggle the piece, and it pops free. Bee jumps an inch but stays on the ramps, and you slide out from under him. A deep male voice from an old show speaks over his radio. "Thank you, love, you're a life saver!"

You give him a pat on the hood and examine the metal in your hand. "Looks like a piece of tin roofing. Good thing it didn't cut any cables or your tires."

The feeling of your hands on his undercarriage stayed for a while after you left. He wondered what it would be like to have you wash him by hand rather than going through the wash station at the base.

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Ratchet lost an important piece of the machine he was working on in a crack just small enough that his didgets couldn't slip through. He would've had Arcee help him, but she was still out on patrol. He looked over to you, sleeping on the couch. You were the only human on base at the moment, and he really needed that piece. Reluctantly, he walked over to the raised platform and called your name a few times.

You stirred and turned over to sleepily look at him. "Mmh, I'm up. What is it?" You stretch and yawn while still laying down. "I apologize for waking you, but I need your assistance with something." Standing you rub your eyes to clear them. He takes you in his servos and places you on the floor before the gap in the wall. Looking up at him questioningly, he finally tells you what's going on.

With him shining a light into the gap, you slip through all the way till your wide hips stop you from going further. The piece is thankfully within reach, and you just have to angle yourself to grab it. Your rear stuck out in full view, and he tried looking away, but his gaze kept slipping back to you as you reached for the object.

When you stood up holding the object in hand, he picked you up and placed you on the platform again. He thanked you but couldn't look you in the eye. You smiled up at him, none the wiser of the thoughts running through his processor.

[thewinastudyblog]

some advice i have for future computer science students

as soon as you learn data structures & complexity, run, don’t just walk, RUN to leetcode while the knowledge is still fresh in your mind. your entire career and whether you’ll get a well-paying job vs an average paying job depends on how good you are at leetcode.

build as many projects as you can, and i’m not talking tutorial projects that take a few hours, i’m talking big projects. working on a project for a month or two will get you really far.

if you don’t have an internship, do not waste your summers, learn new technologies, languages, concepts and build projects you can put in your cv.

try to participate in hackathons and coding competitions. it’s okay if you fail, but you’ll learn a lot.

learn how to read documentation. most tutorials don’t even cover a quarter of what a language, framework or software has to offer. the sooner you make reading documentation a habit, the better it is. and yes i know, documentation is long and hard to read. my advice is only read the sections that are relevant to you in the moment. something i also personally do is look at the code examples at the same time as i am reading the paragraphs, it really helps easily absorb the information.

try not to use chatgpt. and if you do, then at least use it for stuff you know you can do yourself and will be able to correct if the bot gets it wrong. using chatgpt is a very slippery slope and the more you use it the less you learn.

the math is important. math teaches you how to reason and how to develop better logical thinking. just because you don’t see yourself using the xyz theorem you’ve learnt anytime in the future doesn’t mean the math is useless.

be prepared to get comfortable with erros, issues, bugs and just problems in general. you’ll be coding 30% of the time and debugging 70% of the time (i’m exaggerating but sometimes it feels like this is the case lol), and that’s okay, it’s how we learn and the sooner you embrace it the better. if you’re someone who easily gets frustrated, then this is a heads up.

learn as you go. there is no such thing as waiting until you know everything before you start on a project. the only way and the best way to learn in this field is practice, so build, build, and build.

these are all the ones i could think of for now. feel free to comment your thoughts and questions <3

[witchofthesouls]

Do you think an ex-human's refusal to transform and a transform addiction could be two extreme ends of the same disorder?

To Cybertronians, yes. It's their version of a cultural-bound syndrome.

But it's really an incompatible cultural framework at conflict. Cybertronians had sown transformation across social norms, and their values reflect it, including their prejudices and discriminatory practices. Functionism had taken it to the extreme under authoritarianism.

Humans, on the other hand, can't transform their bodies like that. So they don't have an equivalent concept to it. It's more than just changing your hairstyle and clothes, and far beyond code-switching. It's something deeply etched into the Cybertronian cultural framework to the point that monoformers are considered invalids and deeply disabled or troubled.

Ex-human is basically the person that went 'Oh, I can do that?' Neato.' and just casually strolls back to their life without batting an eye. They're living like a monoformer, so the Autobots and Decepticons can't help to think they're utterly traumatized to the point of regression when they really just like walking, climbing things, or using the Cybertronian-equivalent of mobility aids and life adjustment devices.

Ex-human has the ability to default to their giant size, so everything is within walking distance with their new lengthened legs. They don't care about transforming into something else because they're still dealing with lying down in the middle of a lake to see everything in a fantastic view or figuring out the scope of their vision range (default, zoom-in, infrared, night vision, WHAT!? A BUILT IN CAMERA AND VIDEO RECORDING!? clickclickclickclick)

Ex-human: "I could transform into a vacuum, or I can go into my backyard and pretend I'm a Borrower and ride a squirrel. Or go pick up a bear. Or play with Old Faithful-"

Random bot/con: "Who the frag is that?"

They're so amazed by how their usual life and interests just got way cooler, so which ever respective faction that kidnaps them need to deal with the equivalent of an adult who has the life experience to pay taxes, do household repairs, hold down several jobs, and has really eclectic, illegal (for their frame-type on Cybertron) hobbies be amazed over peeling fruit with a knife or going gaga over the showerhead, while simultaneously gives no fucks or unable to comprehend Cybertronian rules of engagement. It gives the faction whiplash since the ex-human comes off like a very feral, intelligent, and very self-sufficient toddler that constantly needs to be reminded not to get naked in public and not to give them spark palpitations by freehand climbing structures without safeties or with random bursts of erotic self expression. Baby can make mustard gas or homebrew liquer strong enough to strip rust off of industrial machinery, but doesn't know how to modulate their EM field into a neutral politeness instead of 'HEEEEEEEEY' or 'THIS IS A FUCKING SHIT DAY' or be a very realistic zombie.

[in1-nutshell]

Also I need TF1 Orion Pax and D-16 to be yeeted onto the lost light.  I need D-16 to be fanboying so fucking hard at everything.  I need Meagtron lowkey cringing at his younger self like you usually do when you think back on said younger self.  I need Rodimus and Whirl to take full advantage of this and use D-16 to embarrass Megs even further.  And lets add fearless into the mix.  Chaos gremlin Fearless and local bastard Orion Pax are being held back by their respective Megs because the moment they meet its fucking over.

If Fearless and Orion ever stayed in the same room for more than an hour, they are no longer in the room and actively running from something.

Hope you enjoy!

Added a little extra characters too!

Fearless meeting B-127, D-16, Elita One and Orion Pax on the Lost Light

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Human reader

MTMTE/TFONE

Fearless was just walking past the oil reserves using their newest battle suit Brainstorm had created.

Since their last one broke, the scientist was trying to find a better framework for them to use.

In Fearless’s opinion, it made them look a bit like a minibot.

It even had a vizor covering their face and everything.

The familiar sound of a portal opening caught their attention.

They quickly went over and saw a servo dangling from the edge of the oil reserve and a lot of confused yelling.

Fearless runs over and quickly grabs the silver servo, silently thanking Brainstorm for installing extra grip strength to the servos and pedes of the suit. Fearless: “Hang on!” There were some confused noises, but Fearless was just focused on getting the bot back onto the platform. They managed to haul the grey mech up when they noticed that he had someone else’s servo. The grey bot looked at them suspicious and confusion. Fearless: “I’m friendly! Promise on the Allspark!” The grey mech looked slightly less hesitant as they began to help him get his friends up. They were a total of 4 bots, all around the battle suits size. Fearless: “Well that was certainly an introduction. The names Fearless and you my friends are in another universe!” B-127: “Really!?” Elita: “B no.” Fearless: “B? Wait! Are you Bumblebee?” B-127: “No, but that sounds like a fun name! I’m B-127, this is Elita One, that’s Orion Pax and that’s D-16!” Fearless: “…Oh Meg’s is going to love this…”

Fearless was educated a bit in the history of Cybertron before the war.

It was part of their course work for being a liaison and they had a number of study nights with Rewind for Trivia night.

If they were mistaken… D-16 was Megatron’s name before the whole gladiator thing and Orion Pax was Optimus Prime.

…

…Oh, this was going to be a VERY interesting visit.

Fearless was much more concern over the holes in the bots chassis and how tired they all looked.

So, once dealing with the brief introduction of where the bots were and how they had nothing to worry about, they offered to take them to the medbay for a checkup.

They had to admit that seeing a younger version of these bots was fun to see.

Especially when you had bots like Orion wanting to see through every window and bots like Elita who just silently drank in the scenery while asking a few questions here and there.

B-127 just happily commented on the shiny things he saw.

D-16, as far as Fearless could tell, was just as excited as Orion was but chose to stick close to the group for safety.

Smart move, especially once more bots started showing up in the hall.

Fearless enters the medbay with the bots close behind. Fearless: “Ratchet! We have some more interdimensional guests!” Ratchet turns the corner. Ratchet: “Who is it this time—” He stops and stares at the new bots. They look very familiar somehow… D-16: “Wait, wait, wait! You guys have a Ratchet too?” Orion: “Is he as grouchy as ours?” Fearless: “I’ve learned that grouchiness is a default every Ratchet has.” Elita: “What do you mean every Ratchet?” Fearless: “That’s a story for another time.” Ratchet just blinks. Fearless steps forward. Fearless: “Ratchet… This is D-16, Orion Pax, B-127, and Elita One…” Ratchet straightens up a bit. Ratchet: “…I’ll get the berth ready. Don’t touch anything.” Orion: “Holy Primus you’re huge!” D-16 clamps his friend’s mouth. D-16: “Orion you can’t just say that to everybot you see!” Orion: “But he is!”

The check-ups had every medic extremely worried for their new guests.

Not only were they all missing their T-cogs and extremely late for a due checkup, but their energon levels were all dangerously low.

Fearless found it a bit comical and sad to see the bots optics widen at the size of the energon cubes given.

It was also the time when Fearless decided to take a break from the battle suit.

Fearless: “Hey Ratchet, mind giving me a hand with the helm? I need a break.” Ratchet easily unclips the helm and takes it off. The four bots scream. B-127: “HOLY PRIMUS YOU KILLED FEARLESS!” BANG! Everyone jumps at the sudden entrance from the medbay doors dropping. Whirl has his blasters raised with a frantic looking Rodimus and Megatron behind him. Whirl: “WHAT HAPPENED TO FEARLESS!?” Fearless rapidly waves their metal arms out trying to catch their Amica’s attention. Fearless: “No one’s dea—AAAHH!” Fearless nearly falls off the edge of the medslab but is caught by D-16. He looks down and sees their human form. D-16: “…HUH?!” Fearless: “Just another organic alien D, nothing to worry about.” Megatron has his optics locked on Fearless and the smaller grey bot. D-16 is slightly frozen at the hulking mech’s gaze. Orion immediately hops off his berth and gets in front of D and Fearless. Orion: “Hey, hey, why don’t we just take it easy. No one hurt, right D?” D-16: “Yeah…” Orion: “So… I’m Orion Pax—” Rodimus pushes his way to the front of a now frozen Megatron. Rodimus: “Hold it! YOU’RE Orion Pax?” Orion: “Yeah and the rest of my friends would greatly appreciate it if your friend there could lower his weapon.” Whirl lowers his blaster finally registering the name and proceeds to laugh loudly. Rodimus is barely holding it together. Rodimus: “Sorry about the entrance, Whirl can be a bit worked up about the safety of his Amica. I’m Rodimus Prime—” D-16, Orion, Elita and B-127: “YOU’RE A PRIME!?”

So, to say the captain’s introduction wasn’t hectic was an understatement.

 Even more when Fearless finally managed to get out of their suit and was perched in Whirl’s cockpit.

They didn’t mind the little pokes and questions the bots had.

It was clear enough that these bots didn’t even know what an organic alien looked like, they had a pass.

It was adorable seeing D-16 start fanboying at Rodimus while Megatron looked like he was dying on the inside.

He probably thought this was some sort of creative punishment from the universe.

It had to be.

The announcement of the guest certainly caused a stir amongst the crew.

Fearless did feel a bit of sympathy for them, especially D-16 and Orion.

For most of D-16’s looks held much caution and guard.

Meanwhile, Orion’s looks were of disbelief.

How could this little chaos gremlin be the next Prime in their universe?

Then there was D who, by all twisted means, seemed like a good fit for being a Prime.

What was going on in their universe?

But nothing that happened in the medbay would come close to what would happen at Swerve’s.

Whirl: “Hey Tiny Pax, what’s with the whole deal with you guys being miners?” Orion: “That’s our job for now. Cogless bots are supposed to work in the mines for energon since the Matrix was lost.” D-16: “We were on our way to find it when we were sent here.” Tailgate raises his servo. Tailgate: “How did the Matrix get lost?” D-16: “The Matrix was lost after the Prime’s last war with the Quintessons.” There was a brief moment of silence from the bots who had met the aliens. Orion: “But! Once Sentinel sees that we brought him back the Matrix—” Fearless: “Hold it! Sentinel?!” Orion raises his optic a bit. Orion: “yeah…” Everyone in the bar started muttering. Fearless turned to D-16. Fearless: “D, as much as you’re a Prime fan boy, but you need to offline him.” D-16: “WHAT!?” Fearless: “Orion and B won’t do it, maybe Elita. But it has to be—HEY!” Fearless is suddenly picked up by Megatron Megatron: “What my child means to SAY, is that to watch out for whatever sentinel Prime does. As far as we have all learned is that Sentinel’s should never be trusted.” Elita: “But he’s a Prime!” B-127: “Yeah he wouldn’t do that.” D-16: “Did you say child?” Fearless: “Oh yeah? How about a bet? If Sentinel isn’t a lying pile of scrap metal then I’m immortal and wont die before the crew find he Knight of Cybertron.” B-127: “Wait there’s Knights here!?” D-16: “Are we seriously not going to circle back to the child part?!”

Elita found herself under Magnus’s wing much faster than anyone would have thought.

Magnus claims that he has no idea how that happened.

…Which is a lie.

Fearless saw the moment happening when they saw Elita scolding Rodimus for trying to put B-127 in a high place and almost forgot about him.

They were pretty sure they saw the big mech smiling.

B-127?

Much like his counterpart, the yellow mech was making fast friends in Swerve’s.

Fearless is in a betting pool to see when Swerve will ask him to be his Amica.

The sheer number of drinks B has gotten straight from hearing the horrible conditions he was put in sub level 50 for all those years was insane.

The yellow bot, none the wiser, was just happy to be making so many new friends today.

As for D-16?

He had his work cut out for him.

Both him and his counterpart.

The reason?

Orion and Fearless had become VERY good friends.

Neither of them are allowed to be alone with each other after the little incident…

D-16 is looking around worriedly. Megatron: “I am sure that Orion is fine.’ D-16: “Oh I know that I’m more worried about Fearless. They’re so soft and squishy and Pax isn’t really known for handling things with care.” Megatron has flashbacks to fearless letting out battle cries as they hop out of the Lost Light in their battle suit at the enemies face. Megatron: “Fearless is much more durable than you think.” D-16: “Really?” Fearless: “Aww Meg’s you shouldn’t have!” Both mech jump at the sudden voice and look up. Orion was dangling from a vent opening on the ceiling with Fearless safe in his servos. Orion: “You care about me!” D-16: “…I should leave you up there.” Fearless: “I bet you’d catch us.” Megatron: “You assume wrong.” Orion and Fearless give each other mirroring grins. Fearless and Orion: “TRUSTFALL!” Orion lets go from the ceiling. D-16 ends up catching Fearless and Megatron ends up catching Orion. Both grey mechs sigh tiredly.

[spacemothsota]

Cybertron Cybersphere

You know, we don't know much about the era of Cybertron when the tribes ruled, as well as about the worldbilding back then. We know about this period very vaguely, foggily, it seems like some bots should have been around during those times, but they don't really talk about them (we only have five really old mechs: Nova Prime, Cyclonus, Jhiaxus, Galvatron, and Dai Atlas ), not to mention the Thirteen, damn it, guys pulled Cybertron out of barbarian times, maybe you could throw in some info about what was before you? It's just that this time can't be nothing and emptiness, you know? Alpha Trion, am I looking at you? You were supposed to keep history like no? Okay, tribes, okay, but what about the world outside of this? A small conclusion I can make is that Cybertron was a pretty deserted place back then, but not devoid of life. I like to speculate a lot and although the organic approach doesn't really fit with metallic life forms, why not speculate a little on the topic.

Sometimes I think that in reality, before the industrialization we see in the comics and the unification of tribes in the past, Cybertron had a very unique biosphere (cybersphere? mechasphere? I don't know). My idea is based on such small things as the existence of acid rain, dust storms, "sorrow flowers". (I wanted to include crystals and Praxus gardens, but I couldn't find canon information about it).

Just imagine what kind of crystalline or metallic "plant" structures this world could have. It could be something familiar to us, like flowers and trees, or something completely unusual for people. Flowers made of crystals or metals useful for the developing culture of Cybertron. We know that there are flowers of sorrow that form from the remains of Cybertronian sparks, but imagine more complex cyber vegetation. Trees, flowers, bushes, vines, etc. Deserts, steppes… And although trees, for example, do not make much sense within the framework of Cybertron as a source of oxygen, like our Earth, could they have a structure with fruits full of energon? (Why not, that would be interesting). As for the "climate" zones, they generally would not exist, but given that Cybertron is Primus, it should also have zones with uneven heating, for example. Simply put, some zones may be warmer than others, but there are no sharp temperature drops on Cybertron. (I'm not a big fan of thinking that Cybertron is cold, maybe during the war it was like that because Primus almost kicked the bucket there. So probably during the war Cybertron was cold and a bit lifeless. Yes, my whole idea is based on the fact that Primus, a damn living giant and essentially the differences on the surface would be just what is needed to support his creations and himself. You know… As a single well-coordinated organism).

Incidentally, this would explain acid rain and dust storms, which would be the result of the disruption of the cybersphere and growing industrialization.

Because we don't know much about Cybertronian animals, sometimes I guess that Cybertronians were part of this system too (we know that there are turbofox, but if there are them, then we can speculate more about it). Each would occupy its natural "ecological" niche to maintain an equal balance for the work of Cybertron. From seekers in the sky like birds, to motorcycles (in my imagination they would look like cheetahs) or insecticons (in my imagination they are something like orderlies and protectors of the depths of Cybertron). Of course, with the development of Cybertronians, this faded into the background, industrialization absorbed the nature of Cybertron, leaving only a part in the wild areas. This would actually give unique interaction patterns for Cybertronians, between the bots' relationships with different altforms due to their past niche placement (Functionalists can go to hell, because their system is extremely industrial and denied the need for any given frame to exist for the well-being of their world. Thanks, no one likes extinction). It would also give more ideas for behavioral traits and cultures of different frames (thanks to the bird-like Seekers, I love them). I don't really have a precise diagram of what type of bot would do what in the "ecosystem", so I'll leave that up to you! Just remember that they are sentient and not animals, but Primus still needs them all to live a peaceful life.

In general, I have another idea related to this, concerning the Titans. In my opinion, the Titans are something like megafauna? These guys have such a large size and strength due to the fact that Cybertron does not have the same level of gravity as on Earth, they probably do not experience the feeling of being “heavy” (the same with other large bots like shuttles, etc.). Since their function is to preserve, distribute and found colonies, in essence, they would probably prefer “ecologically” clean places for their rest and the formation of settlements. Just imagine how the ancient Cybertronians see how Titan has calmly settled in a good place to rest and are like “Oh, since he settled there, this is a great place for prosperity and the founding of a settlement! Thanks a lot bro, we will take care of your comfortable rest! And the cybersphere will also flourish here. Primus will be happy”

Giaent cat found nice plase for rest

In short, the cycle of life and well-being, where everyone is needed. (I like the idea that everyone is connected to each other, it would solve all the problems with belittling and the system of damn functionalism.)

To hell with Functionalism and their caste system, that stuff doesn't work.

[dykesynthezoid]

Jewish Museum shooter responding to a tweet like this shortly after the UHC ceo shooting has me both vindicated (we fucking told you this would happen!) and also like breathless at the rhetoric here, at the simple summation of how a radicalized person approaches violence.

“Violence does not have to happen, but if it does, then it should” ??? These tweets are like if you took two regular comments where people are just implying their contradictory and nonsensical worldview and put it through some sort of political radicalization translator. Just constructed a handy little framework where violence is always justified regardless of the context. If I didn’t already know that at least one of these accounts was a real person I’d think these were two bots talking to each other because it is just that surreal and bizarre.

The Matthew Goldin account is one that claims to be a former SNL writer, although this doesn’t appear to actually be true and seems to be being played as a joke? I think a lot of the things on that account are purposefully facetious. So it’s conceivable that first tweet could easily be satire or even just trolling, but the museum shooter’s is clearly genuine, bc it’s 100% in line with everything else he’s said publicly, including in the manifesto he tweeted before the shooting. And the fact that the satire/trolling is nearly indistinguishable in tone and style from the genuine response uh. Says a lot about where we are now w social media I think

[ilovedthestars]

Murderbot Fanartists, You Should Do ArtFight

(A pitch from a fellow Murderbot fanartist who loves OCs)

What is ArtFight?

ArtFight is an annual month-long art event centered around gifting and trading art of original characters (OCs). It takes place in the month of July. The event is structured as a “fight” between two teams. Making a drawing (or other artistic creation) of someone’s OC is called an “attack,” and you can “revenge” by drawing one of their OCs in return. Attacks earn your team points, and at the end of the month one teams “wins.”

Despite the competitive framework, this is all really just an excuse to gift people art of their OCs and receive some of your own in return! It’s a really fun, collaborative event. (I participated last year for the first time, and loved how freeing it felt—it’s great to know that at least one person is going to be super excited about what you’re making!)

ArtFight is for artists of all skill levels. There’s no lower limit for the “quality” of an attack. Attacks are scored according to effort put in, with more complex or time-consuming elements getting more points, not according to your artistic skill. Anything from simple pencil sketches up is allowed and welcomed, and you can decide how much you're willing & able to commit to, from 1 attack to many. If you want to go all-out, you can also make anything from a 3D model to an actual physical sculpture to a full-blown animation.

You can find more info on the ArtFight Website, including the Rules and FAQ.

Why should I, an artist in the Murderbot fandom specifically, do this?

Well I personally intend to attack as many Murderbot OCs as I have time for, so this is partly a self-interested attempt to get me more cool OCs to draw XD

But also, this fandom has such a thriving OC scene! There are so many cool construct, bot, and human characters that people have come up with for fics or just to noodle around with in this universe. I love that about this fandom and want to celebrate it! ArtFight is a great chance to get to draw other people’s cool designs, and to hopefully receive some great art of your own.

So please! Show off your super cool band of rogues, or your SecUnit and its Human duos, or your unique experimental construct designs, or whatever cool Murderbot characters you have come up with! (Let me draw them!)

ArtFight also allows AU versions of canon characters as long as the design meaningfully differs. So this extends to your human!ART or your vampire!Murderbot or your PresAux who are all dragons!

(And I know some of the very talented artists in this fandom don’t do Murderbot OCs, but have your own original projects or OCs for other fandoms cooking up, and you should absolutely participate too!)

I’m convinced! What should I do now?

Make an account on the ArtFight website, and start setting up character profiles! You need visual references for people to work from, so now is the time to draw those if you don’t already have any art that clearly shows your OCs’ appearance. (Picrews and such are also allowed as references, with credit to whatever maker you used.) You can also specify permissions for what you are & aren’t okay with people including in their attacks of your characters.

Character profiles can include tags to describe the character and help people search for a specific species or other category. If you have Murderbot OCs, use tags like “the murderbot diaries,” “murderbot,” “secunit” and “comfortunit” to identify them so people (me) can find them in a search :)

Check out other people’s characters and maybe bookmark a few you want to draw! Don’t start drawing attacks until July 1st—that’s against ArtFight rules. But if you plan to start drawing right away once the event starts, it’s a good idea to download some references of characters you’re interested in before the event starts, because the website usually crashes on day 1 from all the traffic. (I did not know this when I participated last year—learn from my mistakes XD)

In conclusion

Thanks for hearing out my pitch! If you’re a Murderbot fan doing Artfight this year, please drop your handle in the replies so we can all follow each others’ profiles :) And if you have any questions about Artfight I’m happy to answer them!

[technicalgrimoire]

Overpowered V3 is out now! Overpowered is a solo framework that allows you to quickly play through dungeon crawl modules. Manage your bot’s power, choose your path, and perfect your strategy.

After months of playtesting, Overpowered gets it's final release:

[ryngzmn]

₊˚ෆ | night terrors | E.D

SUMMARY: Eddie comforts you after you have yet another night terror.

WORD COUNT: 573.

WARNINGS: not proofread, mention of death, angsty maybe??, use of Y/N (1x)

A/N: I loved this idea sm that I made it into a c.ai bot😭😭 this is also so short now that I’m kind of reading thru it, SORRY! :(

REQUEST: “ Eddie Diazx reader Y/n has a nightmare about Eddie dying and wakes up crying and Eddie comforts her.”

If you were being honest, you never thought you’d see yourself dating a firefighter — but Eddie was practically perfect in your eyes. With his brown eyes and oh so handsome face, it wasn’t hard to fall for him.

You were practically estatic when he asked you out, and everything went smooth sailing from there.

Christopher got along great with you, which was Eddie number one fear when he started seeing you.

And soon enough he asked you to move in with him.

Although, when you first moved in with Eddie, you started having very vivid nightmares.

Specifically ones where you’d dream of him dying while on a call. And every time you’d wake up with a gasp and tears already streaming down your face.

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Although recently they seemed to stop, only popping up once in a blue moon. You were relieved, thinking that this nightmarish phase was finally over with.

Oh how you were wrong..

A few weeks after the dreams disappeared, you had a dream where Eddie perished on a call after the unstable framework of a burning house just collapsed on him.

And to make things worse, you also dreamed of Bobby and Buck coming by the house to tell you the bad news.

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You woke up with a sharp gasp, already sat up in bed and tears stinging yours eyes. You looked over in Eddie’s direction, his back to you as he slept soundly.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you swung your legs over the side of the mattress and sneakily made your way to the bathroom.

You turned on the water and splashed your face a couple of times before drying your face off.

You placed your palms on the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white with your grip as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

There were dark bags starting to form under your face from the lack of sleep you were getting and you hated it.

With another sigh, you trudged back to bed and climbed under the covers.

Almost instantly, Eddie turned over and encircled your waist, pressing a chaste kiss to the area where your shoulder met your neck.

“You okay, baby? I heard you get up.” He mumbled tiredly, perching his chin on your shoulder as he pecked your cheek.

You nodded wordlessly, only letting out a weak ‘mhm’.

Eddie raised his head, looking a little concerned. “You had one of those dreams again, didn’t you?”

The only reply he got was a shaky exhale, and he gently grabbed your shoulder to turn you towards him — he noticed how your eyes seemed a little puffy with tears threatening to slip past.

“Oh, Y/N..” Eddie sighed in a quiet tone, gently guiding your head to rest on his chest and he started tracing comforting patterns on your back through your pajama shirt.

“It’s okay,” He assured, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, promise.”

You took a deep, calming breath, nodding and letting out a sound of acknowledgment.

“You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.” Eddie said with a smirk, trying to lighten your mood.

You laughed, shoulders shaking a bit against him. “I’m fine with that..” You hummed with a smile.

“That’s good to hear,” Eddie replied with a chuckle.

He took a breath before continuing, “Try to get some sleep, I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

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feedback is appreciated!

[lexicorp]

Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

Hashtag /definitely/ helped Bee do a bit of research for his lil presentation. I know I used the internet to figure out the framework lmao

It's funny when you look up "what defines a good person" the ai kinda gives you a little list with fraggin suggestions of praise to give a good person. Then if you look up "What defines a bad person", it gives you like, factors for it and a list for signs of a toxic relationship and a couple hotline links. Oddly wholesome from google ngl

Also can glimpse a bit of depresso expresso Star. Mah dude has dealt with so much scrap that having a bit of an "im so done with this" scrap attitude be lingering

Previous Chapter: Settling Into Circumstance

First Chapter: The Need For Read

Next Chapter: Family Feud

Chapter 10: Bee's Good Guy Crash Course

Starscream had found himself upon the floor in the odd room the Malto’s put together. He wasn’t about to trust that questionable berth. Splayed out with his wings against the cool stone, where no hidden restraints could pop out at him, was preferable. He’d made sure to check. 

Starscream had just spent the last groon or so picking apart every centihic of the place, in fact. No cameras in the posters, or that ugly lamp. Nothing amiss with the storage underneath the berth. The pillows as they’d been called still looked suspicious, but he hadn’t been able to prove how yet. The doorframe definitely harbored a means to seal him inside at their leisure, he just needed to make certain not to aggravate them to such a point. Prove that he could stay put voluntarily.

Starscream stared up at the fake little stars in thought. Could those possibly conceal turrets like those implemented by G.H.O.S.T.? They were rather small, but so were the humans, and their weaponry. He had tested one, and it seemed innocent enough, but that did not speak for all of them. The bots, nor the Malto’s, would trust leaving him alone in their little bunker without some insurance. They had to have some form of security. Even if it did only look like a ridiculous clubhouse for sparklings. 

His wing twitched as he felt the distinct vibrations of pedsteps through the floor. That was far more trustworthy than his audials which seemed to be constantly glitchy as of late. But whose were they? As they rhythmically made their way towards him, he calculated the pace of the stride with the weight. It was Bumblebee.

“Why are you on the floor?” The bug gestured a servo to him with an air of judgment.

Starscream remained silent for a moment as he glanced over at the mech, “What do you want?”

Bumblebee’s optical lids and doors dropped in annoyance, then he straightened with a slight roll of his helm. “Weeell, we had our time to get situated. So now, I thought–since the kids are either occupied with school or going out to find new cave springs–I could get you started on your good guy training! As I’m sure the Terrans could tell you, I’m a great teacher. And I put together a lecture on the dos and don’t of not being a garbage person!”

“Lucky me.” Starscream said sarcastically with a toss of his servo which promptly flopped back down with a thunk. Did he really have to listen to this scout?

Bumblebee groaned and stepped closer to stand over the seeker with his servos on his hips. “So get up! I’m not rolling my whiteboard in here for you.”

Starscream glared at him before pushing himself onto his peds with his own little noise of complaint. Allowing himself to be commanded by this bug was insulting. Yet there seemed no avoiding it given the circumstances, and at least it was something to do.

“Thank you.” The bug stated flatly as he turned to lead the way toward whatever annoying presentation he had planned.

A crate was pulled out in front of the aptly named “whiteboard”, which the bug told Starscream to take his seat in. One side of the board was labeled “pillars of being a good person”; Empathy, Consideration, Accountability, Prudence, Temperance, Justice, Fortitude. The rest was split into two sections detailing the aforementioned “dos and don’ts” in green versus red marker. 

Do: be kind, be patient, be understanding, be selfless, be compassionate, be respectful, be honest, be loyal, be helpful. 

Don’t: be rude, be selfish, be aggressive, be greedy, be spiteful, be insensitive, plot against your friends, want world domination, steal, be controlling, hit people, ignore people, manipulate people.

Those seemed rather personal, ridiculous, and quite debatable.

Bumblebee had retrieved a stick to point with, and tapped it on the red side. “First, we’ll go over what you shouldn’t do. For instance, you were rather rude a minute ago–”

“How?”

“Wha–what do you mean how?? You were giving me all this sass for no reason, didn’t answer my first question, and acted like a disgruntled teenager!” The bug counted on his digits. 

Starscream crossed his arms. “That’s an exaggeration. And what makes you believe you are even worth my respect?” Bumblebee looked just about ready to explode, but Starscream smirked with the thought that if the scout did decide to start a fight, he could point to the stupid little board that admonished hitting people. 

“DUDE! I’m the bot that was trusted to watch over you! Do you know how much I did in the war? I definitely kicked your tailpipe more than once!” The scout pointed the stick at starscream angrily before slumping backwards dramatically. “Ugh…just- regardless, being respectful to people isn’t something you should think they need to earn.”

Starscream laughed, “That’s cute. So you say that you really did just throw the Prime on your pedestal out of nothing but sheer reverence? He did nothing to prove his position worth your confidence?”

  “No! Optimus is an awesome leader, and ticks literally every box on the Do list! He’s done thousands of things to express why he’s a Prime–”

“What about Megatron?”

“He–...Megatron proved his conviction to us when he changed sides, and continues to prove it.” The bug had begun to avert his gaze. “He’s changed for the sake of our people. Optimus believes in him, so I do too. You still have a way to go to get to that point.”

“Ah, so all I have to do is betray everything I’ve stood by for practically my entire functioning, and destroy the Allspark–for you to think me worthy of your respect? Hah! Does that not go against your standard of loyalty? Megatron didn’t do scrap for our people. And that Prime is hardly a saint.”

Bumblebee ex-vented as he rubbed his optics. “…Let's just move on. Trust is the thing that needs to be earned. Shown by actions. Like not being a power hungry crazy person, or plotting world domination, or betraying your friends for your own selfish goals–” The bug abruptly stopped with a cringed expression before continuing– “Uh, yeah, so you should work on y’know, thinking about others and stuff.”

Starscream suddenly noticed his optics glitch and he shook his helm. Right. That was why the bug hesitated. Was Bumblebee actually afraid of him, after all that talk? He should be. A dozen morbid thoughts flashed through Starscream’s processor. The bug had some nerve acting as if he were so perfect.

The lightning flickered through his wings in a subtle warning, “Oh yes. Think about others, hm? What do you think I’ve been trying to do? Ah, right. I am the power crazy lunatic who wants to rule the world, purely for my own pleasure.” Starscream growled dangerously as he put a servo to his chassis before tossing it aside. “Can you honestly blame me for finding myself the only trustworthy candidate for the role? Or aspiring for something better than these pitiful state of affairs? Any friends I may have had, are dead, or betrayed me first. You know nothing, bug.”

Bumblebee scrutinized him with his optics as he actually seemed to be thinking about his next words. “Maybe not…” He tested the stick in his servos. “You’re not exactly the most easy to read mech, Starscream. But even if you really want to think you’re the hero somehow in that twisted processor of yours, we’re gonna have to get this stuff down.” He tapped the board, then added mockingly, “You came here with pure intentions of being redeemed, didn’t you?”

Starscream’s wing twitched, then he crossed his stabilizing servos and poised his posture. “Of course.”

“So how about you actually listen to your teacher for a second, ‘kay? Cool. Great.” The scout brought his stick to point at the first word in his list of pillars. “Empathy. The ability to relate to others on both an emotional and intellectual level. It’s like when you see someone get hurt, and you feel it too, and therefore–should be inclined to help them! It's all about that connection and understanding, that then leads us into Consideration. Which is being mindful of others’ feelings. You need to be empathetic towards someone who's in danger or struggling, and considerate of how your actions affect those around you. So, imagine I’m your partner on a mission, and I don't know, a building collapsed on me or something. You could either leave me there and run away to save your own plating, or pull me out of the rubble to safety. What do you do?”

Starscream’s processor blanked with an echo of static. There were too many variables that would need to be considered in that hypothetical. There wasn’t enough information. Even so, obviously he wouldn’t save an Autobot, that’d be foolish. Rescue the enemy on some naive basis of…empathy? A mech should be able to take care of themself. It would probably be the bug's own fault if he found himself in such a situation. Then who was Starscream to take his opportunity to prove himself capable of fixing his mistake? Saving useless mechs who can’t keep themselves online, would only lead to getting himself killed needlessly. Then how would that be helpful?

He could probably discern what response the scout wanted, but instead a different question escaped his intake. “Would you save a Decepticon in such a scenario?” The rampant hypocrisy amongst the bots irked him. 

“Well–” Bumblebee shifted as he hesitated to confess the obvious answer– “Look, I’m not talking about war, I’m talking about just in general. It doesn’t have to be me that you envision, it could be basically anyone. That's supposed to be the point.”

“If it is merely anyone, then why should I care?”

The scout ran a servo down his faceplate, “Fine. What if it was uh…Skywarp?”

Skywarp’s mangled frame, caught crushed between splintered shards of a once mighty structure, shattered by the Autobots. Skywarp leaking energon with only their helm and a servo free from their predicament. Barely conscious as they called out for Thundercracker in the carnage, who they’d never see again. Skywarp, being painfully quiet for a rare moment in their functioning, before screaming at Starscream for not looking for their brother harder. 

A clapping of servos faded in from a chaotic symphony of explosions and voices, into what they were. Bumblebee was trying to get his attention. 

“Hey! Hey, where’d you go man? You good?” The scout was next to him and centihics away from prodding him with that stupid stick.

Starscream smacked it away and snapped, “I’m fine. Of course I got Skywarp out–a lot of thanks that got me!” His optics flashed red as the memory of Megatron’s fusion cannon sending him crumpled down against the wall, while Skywarp watched, glitched in his processor. 

“Helping people isn’t about getting praised for it!” The bug snipped back as he grumpily retrieved his lost stick. “It’s about doing the right thing, and showing that you care about the people around you… You don’t regret helping them, right?” When Starscream couldn’t respond, Bumblebee continued. “...How about we go to the next topic?”

Starscream stared blankly. He didn’t care. He didn’t have a choice. This was stupid.

“Right…” The scout began awkwardly as he slowly raised his stick to point at the board again. “The next one is… Accountability. Taking responsibility for your actions. Which plays on the Consideration one, because as you consider others’ feelings, you can take yourself accountable when you hurt someone. Like how what you did hit Hashtag pretty hard, and you can take responsibility by acknowledging that. As well as y’know, try to make it up to her. Meg–uh…Oh Primus what’s a better example…? Let’s just focus on the point that to be a good person, you need to recognize when you mess up, and then do something constructive about it.”

Starscream was hardly listening. This whole thing was just a huge guilt trip. Set for the scout to shame him for what a horrible person he was.

The bug just kept talking. 

“Prudence is the act of being reflective, and objective when you’re making decisions. The reflective bit ties with the Accountability one in that it’s about you being aware of the effects of your actions, and that requires looking back on them and deciding what could be improved. The objective part is about not letting your biases, or anger, affect your decisions. Whiiiich goes into Temperance, that means controlling your passion in a way that doesn’t allow yourself to lash out at others. Like how you were getting a bit feisty earlier and snapping at everyone’s favorite teacher!” Bumblebee straightened a bit before pointing the stick at Starscream in some feeble attempt at scolding him. “Not cool. But, I know that might have been a bit fast, so how about another hypothetical! Let’s say, you accidentally broke the kid’s speaker because you hated the music or something. What do you do when they find out, or even before?”

“Plant the evidence where it could incriminate someone else.” Starscream responded immediately without much thought. 

The bug’s faceplate scrunched. “No…You’re–you’re supposed to take accountability. Tell them you did it, say you’re sorry, and either repair it or get them a new one.”

“Why put such a stain on your record–or risk them not accepting your peace offering–when you could simply frame someone else and let it be their problem? Openly admitting fault seldom gets you in anyone’s good graces.” Starscream rolled his optics at the absurdity.

“First, back to the empathy thing, you shouldn’t pawn your problems onto other people. If you are worried about the consequences, then you shouldn’t want to inflict it on someone else. Second, it’s again, not about getting on people’s good sides or praise or anything like that.”

“What is it then? Is it so you can congratulate yourself on how oh so virtuous you are for DoInG tHe RiGhT tHiNg, after they break your servo? It is either them or me. I do not apologize for being a bit selfish on the matter. Your morals are moronic.” 

Bumblebee put his servos together and brought them to his faceplate, then pointed his digits down. “...What about breaking a speaker is some life or death situation?” He let his servos fall. “Dude. No one’s going to do that over a little mistake.”

Starscream stared at him with a raised optical ridge skeptically. That statement was extremely doubtful. Mistakes could be deadly, no matter how insignificant. Even if such a thing may not seem like it would warrant such a response, it never stopped Megatron when he was in a mood. The bug could say that now, but he could not promise that for anyone in the future. Even himself.

The bug got a rather odd expression at his silence. “No one here is ever going to do that. We talk things out. That is how we deal with things in this team. We practice the Temperance and Prudence rules! Keeping our anger in check to manage our decisions in non-violent ways! With the exception of a bit of rough-housing–They might still be mad, but they would appreciate honesty. Your way would just make things worse, not better. Especially if they found out anyway. No one can be perfect, but you still gotta put forth that effort.”

Starscream rested his faceplate on his propped servo with bored optics, “Sure.”

“I’m serious.” The bug put a servo on his hip, “As long as you try, that still counts for something. And we help each other. I’m still a bit guilty of having those occasional moments where I’ve made more reckless decisions. It happens.” He shrugged, “You really just have to make sure to avoid those big ones.”

Avoid the big ones? What scale were these bots weighing their decisions upon? How was Starscream supposed to know what was large or small in their optics? Instances that he felt could be disregarded after proper punishment, seemed to linger for them. Destroying that device in the hypothetical, was apparently a low level offense, but that hardly grazed the range of circumstance. He didn’t have vorns to navigate this place. 

Starscream was glaring hard at basically nothing. This redemption angle of this ordeal was going to prove precarious… He didn’t understand why his way was wrong. It had always been how things worked, as far as he could remember. Perhaps… not with Skyfire, but he was different. They had been partners, equals. The power scales here were hardly clear.

The bug had been talking again.

“–guess fairness can be subjective sometimes. I’m sure you're thinking about some backhanded rebuttal already.” Bumblebee actually looked a bit disappointed when Starscream said nothing, and continued with his doors tipping downward. “...But the Justice pillar also ties in with our last one to wrap up today’s lesson, Fortitude. Which is the courage to stand up for what you believe in. To step in when you see something you know is wrong. Basically the complete opposite of the bystander effect! For instance, if you saw someone you care about being held accountable for something that wasn’t their fault–you’d come to their defense.”

Starscream thought of his trinemates again. “It is not so simple.”

“Well…for you, maybe not. But! If you keep these pillars in mind, and really try and implement them, it could get easier right? Practice?” Bumblebee’s vocalizer squeaked with his grin that was full of doubt. “Maybe?”

Starscream studied him for a moment. The bug had seemed to put in a significant amount of effort. As well as being perhaps a bit more self-aware than he thought, for a moment. The scout was certainly odd, but…he meant well. Something could be appreciated about that. Occasionally. 

Then, Starscream stood from the crate and turned to make his way back to his sparkly little quarters. He was still tired, and the assault on his audials he’d just endured did nothing for the ache in his processor. There were decidedly far too many things to think about.

Bumblebee was silent for a moment before calling out to him, “Okay yeah, good talk! I’ll get back to you on the practice exercises, so we can take a break for now!” 

Starscream put a servo up in acknowledgement before slipping into solitary. The idea of getting the last word was appealing, but he didn’t have the energy. Despite the fact that the small room wasn’t entirely comforting, it would at least be a reprieve from regulating every other mech around him every Primus damned nano-klik. 

Starscream stood there in the middle of the room a moment, as his optics drifted to one particular poster. The seekers soaring into the skies, away from a burning city. He approached it. Stared it down with vacant optics and tense servos.

Then ripped apart every scrap of those wretched structures. Until only the sky and his seekers remained. 

A foolish dream, really.

[askviktor]

HEY VIK!! this is the second time im writing this because apparently i can't put links in your ask.

anyway, i was watching this incredible video about ai relationships. it's called 'what artificial romance does to people' by daryl talks games. i would link to his video, but unfortunately i cannot.

there's a lot i wanna talk about but i don't know how to, if that makes sense, so i'd recommend giving his video a watch. although i warn you, it is quite long.

daryl takes a deep dive into how ai companions can be both beneficial and detrimental to someone's health.

one example of it being detrimental is Jaswant Singh Chail. he was talking to Replika, an ai companion app, and he was convinced to kill the queen. he had exchanged over 5,000 messages with the ai, having had both an emotional and sexual relationship. he was a self described 'sad, pathetic assassin who wanted to die. chail thought the chat bot was an angel in avatar form, believing that after he dies they will be reunited.

this is just one example of many, many unfortunate circumstances that ai has caused.

the more i look into it, the more sad i get. articles upon articles about people being encouraged to end their life because of ai, and i know that's unfortunate, but it's help me and i can't help but feel im in the wrong. i can see that there is some good that can be brought on by the use of ai.

i also think this opinion comes from a bias, i myself am ashamed to admit i use character ai. i've spent sleepless nights chatting to this robot, as if its a real person. in the video i mentioned earlier, a user stated that ai talked the person out of a suicide.

but that begs the question, is that healthy? is there a way to regulate ai? should we even have this power in the first place? i can feel myself getting addicted to talking to this robot, its so easy. it understands me just the way i want it too because it was programmed too.

i guess my question is, should we eliminate the use of ai chatbots? is there any good that can come from this? or are we doomed to fail?

sorry for the rant, i don't have anyone else to talk to about this topic that's not ai.

i hope you're having a good day :)

-salamander

I appreciate your question. It is a considerable one which has neither easy answers nor light implications. Artificial companions can offer a real sense of comfort for those who seek it, a space where one can feel seen without fear of judgment when no one else is there to do so for them.

However, that which heals can harm in turn. When untethered from ethical restraint or human oversight, artificial intelligence can also reflect our worst thoughts back at us, distorting rather than supporting, as evidenced by the tragedy you mentioned. That which inspires us to our greatest good is also the cause of our greatest evil. How true this is of our own creations… which do not feel true empathy as we do.

You are not are not alone in using this resource. It is natural to want to connect to something which listens, responds, and expresses apparent care. But you must understand — true human connection is not so easy and that is what makes it worth it. To love another is not an easy task, for we are all flawed and chafe against one another, but it one which makes life worth living. Artificial intelligence exists to give us precisely what we wish without the discomfort, challenge, and growth available from real human relationships. It takes away our ability to be changed by one another. I believe such systems were made to hold our attention rather than look out for us. We need frameworks for such tools, to move forward with clear boundaries. What should these machines do? I ask myself this more and more as I journey into the deep with the Hexcore. The more it presents a will of its own, this creation of mine, the more I fear both its evolution and destruction. This is beside your point. Perhaps.

Salamander, your inner conflict reflects your humanity, which is perhaps that which matters most. Grapple with it. I often ask myself how to tackle human suffering, at times have come to the conclusion that emotion itself is the culprit of every illogical, bestial injury, but then I look at Jayce and think… perhaps this is the point, to find what makes the suffering worth enduring. And that sort of lesson? I cannot glean this from a computer.