#Open Source Robot Dog

[petoiusa]

Voice Control Robot Dog | Petoi LLC

When it comes to interesting robotics projects that showcase innovation, our community at Petoi leads the way! From blending advanced automotive tech architecture with our DIY Robots (Petoi Bittle) to designing custom code to move the robots, from building your own voice command AI robot pet to breaking the boundaries in autonomous movement.

[snaileer]

My Best Friend Is A Dead Teenage Robot

Tony is annoyed to say that he didn’t even know about the kid until his presence was impossible to ignore.

It comes in the most startling of ways.

Specifically, by FRIDAY ignoring his question.

“Friday?” Tony says again to the open air, still devoid of the music he’d asked for.

“I apologize sir, I seem to be on a bit of a delay-“ there’s a pause as her voice sounds notably distracted, “The majority of my processing power is being used to maintain a firewall. There is a disturbance on level 23, sir.”

Alarms blare in the back of Tony’s mind as he immediately turns back out of his lab. What disturbance could take up the majority of Friday’s processing power?

She ran the tower for Pete’s sake!

Needless to say, it is not what he is expecting when the elevator doors open to reveal one of his R&D labs being torn apart by the new bionic herding bots and a young man furiously coding in the middle of the room with an armed robot not unlike Dum-E defending him with a soup thermos.

“It seems you have found the source of the disturbance, Sir.”

The man stuck in the middle of it turns to Friday’s voice, spotting Tony standing with one foot out of the elevator.

His dark skin goes impressively pale.

“Dannyyy!!! If you’re gonna stop Technus, do it now!!” He yells, slamming enter on his keyboard before kicking away a robot dog getting close to him.

“On it.” A voice speaks. And the one armed bot from before zooms over to hold down the dogbot, letting the man plug something in and just as quickly yank it out.

Too fast for Tony to understand, the thermos is uncapped and what he now realizes is a USB drive, is dropped in.

The movement of the room drops with a clatter.

“Hey…. Dr.Stark…” the man says,

Tony blinks.

He looks at the kid. Then at the cluster of engineers trembling against the wall.

Then at the ceiling. There’s a hole.

Plaster rains down, drawing his eyes to the one armed robot.

It waves cheerfully.

“Put your fricking arm down Danny!” The man whispers forcefully.

The robot arm lowers.

He’s standing in the middle of the wreckage in front of Tony, as if awaiting judgment. Slowly, the young man lifts his own arm to a half wave, “Please don’t fire me for this.”

Tony blinks again-

“Why do you get to wave and I don’t!?” A voice says, almost whining.

The young man kicks the robot next to him. It silences.

Tony smiles, “What’s your name kid?”

He hesitates, “.. Tucker.” There’s a pause, “.. uh, Dr. Stark, sir.”

Tony smiles again, the one that Pepper says means PR trouble, “Please kid, call me Tony. Anybody that can make an AI like mine deserves to call me Tony.”

Tucker freezes at being obviously caught, “A what?”

His AI’s voice also answers damningly, “A what?”

[alexanderwales]

Pitchposting: The Yearbook

I just finished the expanded section of The Roottrees are Dead, and it reminded me of an idea that I've had kicking around forever. This will not spoil either of those games, but it'll spoil some of what it feels like to play those games.

In Obra Dinn you're an insurance agent attempting to figure out what happened on the titular ship, filling in a logbook with names and fates based on what you see in the past. It's a lot of fun, I highly recommend it.

In The Roottrees are Dead, you're an inspector or a genealogist or something, filling in the Roottree family tree, using your 1990s internet connection to comb through periodicals and books from the library and half-finished websites. It's a lot of fun, I highly recommend it.

Anyway, the idea came after I'd first played Obra Dinn, and thought to myself "wow, they should make like a million more of these" and then started thinking about what the low-hanging fruit was.

Here, you're trying to fill out a yearbook.

There are a bunch of names and pictures, and yes, there's a full grid, but there are also pages with the various clubs, and other pictures of life at school, and it's your job to complete basically full dossiers on at least the most interesting of the kids, with some of the less interesting ones reduced to "easy" puzzles.

And the mechanism of doing this? Teenaged text messages, poorly composed cell phone shots, a handful of websites, all the digital ephemera. This absolutely works best in the early 2000s, when our social media was fractured and you would naturally get a lot of variety, but the idea is to have a lot of variety and texture to what the player gets to sift through, whether it's AOL Instant Messenger, the robotics team's amateurish website, or a bunch of text messages.

Who are these people, how do they relate to each other? All the answers are out there for you to find and record, and you get to know these people in the process of unraveling everything.

One of the things to consider, in this sort of detective game, is how you open up new information to the player, because at least some of the information is going to be just sitting there, waiting to be entering, with the journey to get to the data source the thing that was most interesting about it.

And I think in this case, maybe the thing that you're slowly gaining access to is phones.

Early 2000s is a transitional era, so maybe you have iPhone equivalents living alongside Blackberry equivalents and Nokia bricks and flip phones and all those sorts of things, and you gain access to them one by one, for those who have one, or maybe their computers. I'm a little on the fence about the best way to do this, but having a picture of a phone/computer would at least be funny way to do it, so you're combing through pictures not just for the people and information contained in them, but for someone whose phone you've never seen before, since that will magically/technologically allow you to read all their messages.

And if you're looking through someone's phone, there are mysteries to solve there, cryptic conversations to unravel. There are aliases. You get a conversation that you know must be important, but the name is saved as just "T-Dog", and that could be anyone! And you have to wander through solving all these little issues, trying to decrypt the local dialect of emoji use, figuring out the timeline for when this guy was dating three girls to see whether he cheated or not. You can realize that someone was being catfished!

The thing that I like most about these games is that you have such great opportunities for organic storytelling, having a guy who you get to know from having seen him in a few places, forming a picture of people from the scraps you can see. And here, there's a high school's worth of personalities to unfold, to get your stereotypes corrected, to have thundering revelation after revelation, and all the ambiguity that crops up where the digital realm doesn't allow you to see the full truth.

I'm picturing 50 or so students, a graduating class that's small, maybe a tiny college town in the Midwest where there's a mix of the students of professors and farmers and lots of variety in terms of class, a place with homecoming and prom and sports teams and all that kind of thing. And somewhere in the early 2000s seems good in terms of what it brings to the table. Am I exactly describing my own small Midwestern hometown and the time period when I was going to high school? I mean, yeah. But I do think that's the best for gameplay purposes.

This is one of those things that I really would like to just throw a few years of my life at making. It calls to me. But while I have the programming skills necessary to figure out that end of things, and I'm a good writer, it would also call for a lot of art and UI design that would be extremely unfun and detail-oriented in a way that does not suit me. Why must we have finite lifespans?

(I think the very first time I noodled this idea, it was with supernatural elements, a single giant party that you would spend your time unpacking, one with cultists and sadists and things from the deep, all kinds of calamities killing these teenagers off, with the player being a supernatural inspector coming in after the fact. And this would ape Obra Dinn more closely, but calls to me a bit less.)

[roadhogsbigbelly]

i imagine in 5-10 years, we're going to have discourse on weather or not it's "reactionary" to dislike robots, as if most robots are going to be open-source and made by queer tumblr-users in their basement, and not be tech companies and the military industral-complex for surveillance and policing. is it reactionary to say "robot dogs aren't real dogs" is it reactionary to kick a robot dog. is it reactionary to scream when a robot dog blows you up with a grenade.

[decadeofjoy-au]

PART 14 OF THE DECADE OF JOY STORY

Title: Fatal Follies

(TW: Graphic Character Death. Blood. Guts. Minor Character death. Swearing)

This link has the links to the other parts: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/774964066342092800/rules

SETTINGS: Underground(first part). Small room(second part). Interrogation Rooms + No Man’s land(third part). Meeting Room(fourth part)

MAIN CHARACTERS: Maria Harper - A.I. - Handyman - Huggy Wuggy

OCS in this part and their owners.

Maria Harper

Handyman

Clarance The Clayman

Mr Sandman

HIxel Pixel

Caleb-icanexplainwhythisisabadname

A.I.-icanexplainwhythisisabadname

Coo-Coo the Dog-icanexplainwhythisnameisbad

Rosalie-Corelex

The Prototype

Poppy Playtime

Doey The Doughman

Dogday(Mentioned)

Catnap

Miss Delight(Mentioned)

Mommy Long Legs

Bunzo Bunny(Mentioned)

Huggy Wuggy

Boxy Boo(Mentioned)

Yarnaby

Frosty The Yeti(Mentioned)

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The final door closed and Maria suddenly noticed…where’s Hixel? Wasn’t he LEADING her around here?! She looked around for the robotic toy before her eyes landed on a door that was beginning to open in front of her. The grip on her bat tightened as a large poe toy immediately began to walk towards her. She lifted her bat up defensively but noticed aggressive stomping coming her way from behind. She turned around and saw a gigantic sun toy quickly making his way towards her. She looked back and forward between the two toys before running at the giant sun toy and sliding under him and running the opposite way. Mr Sandman let out an angry roar and immediately began chasing after her. Rosalie, feeling that Mr Sandman wasn’t just going to try and catch her…immediately began to pursue him.

Maria quickly slid under doors as they began closing and make sharp turns as A.I. attempted to close them as quickly as possible. Maria saw one of his TVs and immediately slammed her bat into it, forcing A.I. to move to a different one to see where she was going. Ugh…why does everyone keep doing this!? Don’t they know how EXPENSIVE THESE THINGS ARE!? A.I. let out a noise of anger as he switched to a different TV. Maria finally made it out but was stopped by Hixel who was blocking one of the other doors….what an asshole! She knew he was being sketchy! Should’ve never trusted him! She charged at him and attempted to hit him with her bat, but the robot toy caught it…she looked at the strange…deranged look he had on his face, the fact that his expressions were pixels didn’t make it any better. It took her only a second to realize what he was about to do…oh no he’s not.

Maria’s eyes widened and as a last resort…she swung the bat with him holding onto it over towards the large hole. Hixel slipped off and hit his leg against the railing that prevented anyone from falling in. He let out a gasp as his leg was ripped off from the force of being thrown as he was sent plunging down into the water. The spider-like legs around his neck quickly began to perk up in an attempt to detach his head from his body but he was unfortunately not fast enough to do it…

Hixel’s eyes widened when he hit the water. He let out a glitchy, broken, blood curdling scream as the water seeped into his wires, causing electricity to erupt from his body and immediately rise up to any nearby light sources. He shrieked as he felt the heat from the electricity slowly but surely melting the plastic that encased his organs, causing it to tighten and melt which burned his organs in the process. Smoke began to seep from the opening in his neck as the electricity and plastic worked to slowly burn holes and marks onto his vital organs. He gagged as the heat and electricity began to travel to his brain and vocal cords. He reached a hand up and attempted to get out of the water but the weight of his body forced him to slowly sink to the bottom of the water…after a few seconds…his screams were no longer heard but the electricity that came from him was strong enough to shatter or damage any lights in the room. This also caused a few lights to flicker throughout the entire factory…

The air smelt of cooked flesh and molten plastic…

….

Mr Sandman and Rosalie who had ducked for cover slowly came out of their hiding spots and entered the now darkened room….Maria was nowhere to be found…they couldn’t see all too well either. Mr Sandman flicked the lights of his eyes on and peered down at the water just in time to see a robotic hand sinking below. Rosalie let out a gasp of shock and covered her mouth. Mr Sandman’s eyes widened. A.I. had no response but clearly felt…off…about what he just saw. The room was dead quiet before…

Rosalie: “oh….oh my god…W-WHAT DID SHE DO!?”

Mr Sandman didn’t even respond to her before he stepped onto the railing and leaped across to the other side of the room where the other set of doors were located. Specifically the ones he had broken open. He immediately ran inside and began to look for Maria again as Rosalie stood there silently, frozen in shock.

A.I.: “Wow…I wasn’t expecting that.”

A.I. switched to a different TV to try and see where Maria had ran off to but he wasn’t seeing anything…He then switched to another one, and another…and still…no sight of that kid…A.I. switched to another TV. Sure…slapping a tracker onto a kid IS messed up…but to be honest, that death WAS pretty graphic.

…

And slow too. Yeesh…anywayssss…A.I. focused his attention back on finding Maria so they he can finally get back to his original plan with her. And after his plan, he can go back to hanging out with Huggy!(and get back the validation that Boxy has been stealing from him recently…) Huggy has been around Boxy a LOT more ever since those two orphans were caught snooping about outside of Playcare and it’s really putting a toll on his friendship!

Yeesshhhh, is this how Frosty feels? Maybe he’ll talk to him later. If he’s not still depressed and teary-eyed over Doey that is. He’ll give the guy some advice if he’s feeling particularly well at that moment.

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Maria climbed through the vents before covering her ears at the loud ping that the tracker made. Dammit! She unwrapped her bandages and after a seconds of hesitation…yanked the tracker out. Though it was very painful…she held back a cry as her expression went blank. She continued crawling but suddenly fell out of the vents and hit the floor. She let out a weak groan and rubbed her head. ow….

She slowly got up but turned and noticed….oh, that red smoke again. She quickly ran into a different room before seeing….something…someone? She let her eye slowly adjust to the light before…

Maria: “Caleb!?”

Caleb: “Maria? Is that you!?”

Maria: “oh thank god I found you! Where’s Clarance?”

Caleb: “he told me to wait while we went looking for you! But I had to run over here because someone saw me!”

Maria: “Ugh…of course he would. Cmon! We’ve gotta get outta here. The people- toys… in this place are insane…”

Maria helped Caleb stand up with a small smile before letting out a pained hiss and grabbing onto her arm, she looked down at it then noticed the blood.

Maria: “But uh…not before you lend me some bandages. This stuff hurts.”

Caleb: “Aye, Aye, Captain.”

Maria: “Haven’t you said that before..?”

Caleb: “Meh, no harm in saying it again.”

Caleb lended Maria some bandages which she gladly took. She wrapped her arm up before turning and walking out of the room, covering her nose up.

Maria: “Make sure to cover your nose…we’ve got a red smoke issue.”

Caleb: “alright, thanks for the heads up. But uh…what happened to you?”

Maria: “oh…you DON’T wanna know..”

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Handyman stepped off the train when it reached their destination….it took an hour or so of walking but they managed to make it down to…the interrogation rooms..? Clarance frowned then gave Handyman a deadpanned and confused look but Handyman continued walking. They exited the room then slowly began to make their way down to….No man’s land. Clarance had a bad feeling about this…but he didn’t complain. After all…if ANYONE knew where Maria and Caleb were…it should be Harley Sawyer himself…right? Besides…he was a fellow experiment like them. The two stopped when they heard a growl. Yarnaby. And…something else was down here too…or someone else? Clarance didn’t recognize it but Handyman did. Handyman is allowed in far more places in the factory than Clarance is anyways. It was Coo-Coo. But how did he even get down here-? Sure…he’s pretty smart for an insane dog but still. Handyman huffed before deciding to go Yarnaby’s route. They’d rather deal with the dehumanized lion than the insane clock dog…and besides..they’ve seen how durable that dog is. Once got into a fight with Mr Sandman and managed to put up a good fight before both of them were pulled away from eachother. Handyman doesn’t wanna deal with something that could put up a decent fight against a giant, muscular fire ant.

The two walked away…but unfortunately…Coo-Coo heard their walking and immediately began to follow them, finally ignoring the corpse of the small toy that he had been mauling in exchange for following after them instead. Uh oh.

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Huggy walked into the meeting room…noticing all of the other leaders sitting down. He then looked up and saw…The Prototype. And he doesn’t seem happy. Oops…Poppy was also seated next to him. Huggy went over to his separate chair and sat down with a piece of paper and a pencil. Everyone was silent…waiting for…something. The Prototype then spoke up.

The Prototype: “So…I was just informed that an orphan escaped Playcare….and further more…Poppy informed me that about four experiments were missing from their cells…and that there are actually TWO escaped orphans instead of just one. But you know what really bothers me..? It’s that Nobody TOLD me.”

The room was dead silent as The Prototype spoke. Every one of the leaders had come here theirselves without their second-in-commands or extra support…The Prototype told them NOT to bring anybody else after all. Doey seemed to have a straighter posture and more serious expression than everyone else. Mommy looked reasonably afraid. Huggy couldn’t change his expression TOO much but…it was clear that he was attempting to frown and Catnap? Just as devoted to him as ever…listening closely to every word that his “god” said. Poppy looked down in guilt that she had ratted the group out, looking away from Doey’s cold, angry glare and Mommy’s shared look of shock, fear and anger.

Catnap: “…My apologies, my lord. I suggested telling you…but…was shut down by a group vote…”

The Prototype: “Is that so?”

Doey: “🟧We thought It would be best not to tell you. You already have enough on your plate as it is and…we didn’t want to stress you out. More than you already are.🟧”

The Prototype: “…I see. And how long have they been running rampant?”

Everyone was silent….Mommy was about to speak up but had her mouth covered by Doey. He was NOT about to let her say something stupid or suspicious. He knows how she can be. Doey looked over at Catnap and gestured for him to speak instead.

Catnap: “about….1 day and 7 hours for the orphans. 1 week for the experiments.”

The Prototype: “….i already said this once to Mr Sandman…And I’ll say it again for you four…I’m giving you all…2 days to find them…and if you don’t….your second in commands will LIKE taking your place.”

Everyone collectively shivered at his words before letting out reluctant murmurs of agreement for his decision. The Prototype was about to dismiss the meeting but was then given a paper by Huggy…Doey’s eyes widened. Mommy’s jaw dropped and Catnap immediately looked away. Great…whatever Huggy said to this guy is gonna get them killed! They just know it! Doey is gonna get froze, and Mommy is gonna get ripped to shreds! Catnap thought silently about sacrificing himself to The Prototype before....they all heard something unexpected.

The Prototype: “…Fine. One week. That’s it. Meeting dismissed.”

Everyone seemed shocked but quickly nodded and left the room. What…did he say!? Everyone looked at Huggy for an explanation. Huggy took out another piece of paper and rewrote what he had wrote down to let everyone see…

—Start of note

“You know that if you kill us, you’ll have to deal with Boxy, Bunzo, Miss Delight and Dogday as the new leaders and honestly, you wouldn’t want that. 2 days is far too little for 4 whole experiments and 2 orphans. Just think about what would happen if you let Dogday lead. He’d probably get followers, other toys to trust him. Just him enough to rebel? Doey wouldn’t do that. Miss Delight is a devoted follower, but she isn’t nearly as devoted as Catnap. Bunzo can’t do what Mommy does to be a leader and Boxy? Give us a week and we’ll get the job done”.

—End of note

Everyone stared at the note before sighing in relief. Honestly…Huggy just helped them dodge a bullet there….everyone murmured small “thank yous” to Huggy before going on their own way. Huggy considered going to A.I. about the situation…but honestly…he…probably has it covered. And…he doesn’t exactly wanna sit through an hour of talking. He’s busy right now…and he has a job to do. One that DOESN’T involve talking. It’s not that he hated his best friend or anything! He liked listening to him talk, but right now…he doesn’t have time for that. Huggy walked silently down the hall in search of Boxy. Boxy was quiet and not to mention, his Second-In-Command. Maybe when he has time, he can go ask A.I. to go close some doors off..but not right now.

[metalgod]

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my metal goes by mecha for the sake of simplicity and to give a proper name to the character. pronouns are any, though I default to it/he/they.

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I am going to reiterate this is a villainous muse that lacks most empathy and sympathy. mecha only heeds to his creator, eggman, and any other alternative form he doesn’t consider his own. mecha remains neutral in interaction unless there’s a scenario/reason/standing canonical or developed relationship that would trigger negative or more complex emotions. mecha, while despising organic life, remains interested in a way with organic thoughts, feelings; actions and etc.

mecha contains memories of Sonic’s past in his hardware. eggman wanting to take every single step to ensure mecha is the absolute life form. mecha remained in statis for a time period before he’s officially birthed into the world.

[zombiec4ke]

Hey there, I saw that you were writing wheatly, and I was wondering if you could write ADHD reader and wheatly? I'm fine with gn, but I prefer fem, but whatever is the easiest for you! Or you can write anything! Sorry for rambling. This is my first time asking for a request(?)!-📀

a/n: My 2nd request yippeee!!!! sorry if I didn't write/describe ADHD right; everyone is different in how they act with it. Also Y/N's pronouns aren't really mentioned in this warnings: none....I think? also it takes place when Wheatleys working at the facility (I haven't played games just watched playthrough so my apologies for any mistakes in lore) also it isn't mentioned straight up that y/n has ADHD but..yeah- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wheatley's single blue flickered to life as he received the message from his boss, GLaDOS. he hummed as he read the contents. Seems like a new human signed up to work here. The core scrolled through their emails, finding the newest employee's name. 'Y/N L/N' Seems like a nice name he thought to himself turning to the door waiting for the new arrival 'patiently' (he was spinning in circles the whole time bored out of his circuit board-) finally after HOURS (10 mins) He heard the door open and closed, turning his optic-eye to the source. A young human with h/c hair and an air of nervous but at the same time energetic energy. Wheatley's optic-eye taking in the fidgeting. "Ah, Y/N? I'm Wheatley, the head of the human department. Nice to meet you." He said short and sweet, wanting to say more but knowing GLaDOS would surely turn him into robo parts so he chooses to keep it short. the human looked up at Wheatley, blinking a few times as they tried to focus on what he was saying, "Oh, hi Wheatley! I'm Y/N...well you already know that but-...It's nice to meet you too....so do I just… start working now orrrrr?" They fidgeted a bit more, their hands rubbing nervously on their pants.

Wheatley's optic-eye flickered in understanding, "Of course Mate! You'll be going through the usual orientation, then GLaDOS will assign you a task. I'll show you the ropes." He said rolling in front of the human. "You're quite lively, aren't you? It's quite a refreshing change from the usual subjects we get in here...always so borinnnggg..." He commented, spinning in a circle as they both walked to the office- place-thing idk- Y/N followed Wheatley, "Oh, uh, thanks? I guess I'm just really excited to be here, I've researched so much….maybe too much- about Aperture Science and I'm glad to finally be here!" They continued to fidget, their hands now in their pockets as they tried to keep them still. Wheatley took note of that. "And here we are Mate! You can take a seat at a desk that GLaDOS told you was yours and you're good to go." Y/N nodded and plopped down on her seat getting to work not knowing that just by breathing they now has a needy robot's attention time skip You two get married and yap together forever /j ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a/n:...Idk this is honestly a shitpost and I should've waited till I wasn't burnt out because of school but...here ya go! hope you like it even though its dog doodo, might re-write this tbh or add part 2

[what-the-ship]

Healing Touch

Here is my contribution to the rare pair that gnaws at my brainstem.

Obligatory sickfic. Tigerghost. TW: vomiting No beta, we die like Danny

Superheroes don’t get sick. Or so they like to tell themselves. Especially one Manuel Pablo Gutierrez O'Brian Equihua Rivera! 

It wouldn’t be so bad if he were at his place in Miracle City. There he could be weak around his family. At Headquarters, that was a different story. There wasn’t a room dedicated to personal use except for Jimmy. It was his dimension after all. Timmy had been pressuring the genius into expanding to allow for at least one room to be used for sleeping. The idea was shot down every time. His brillant idea was taken from some popular space travel series where the lower decks slept in the hallway. Sure they got their own shelf but it was still a hallway at the end of the day. When Manny first saw it he was reminded of catacombs.  

 So when Manny woke up one random Thursday with a pounding headache and a sore throat all he could do was groan. 

“Manny?” Inquired the voice of Timmy somewhere beyond his sight. When Manny went to answer he gave a dry, raspy cough. The cough hurt his stomach so bad he ended up throwing up on the floor. Since there was nothing in his stomach it somehow made it hurt even more. Timmy was now shouting and alarms were going off. Manny felt like crying as the sound drilled into his already-pounding head. 

When he awoke there was something cool pressed against his forehead. It felt amazing. Allowing his more cat-like instincts to take over he nuzzled into the coolness. To his delight, a second soft coolness was placed on his neck. Curiosity winning he opened his eyes to investigate the source of delight. To his shock, he saw a pair of blue eyes staring down at him. Jet black and snow white hair framed the most delightful face. 

“Ángel,” Manny whispered before closing eyes to get some more sleep. The next time he awoke his head was feeling much better. He looked around wondering where he was. It wasn’t his room in his dimension and it certainly wasn’t his shelf in the hallway. 

“Oh you are awake,” Jimmy had entered the room without Manny noticing. He must still be out of it. He was dressed in a hazmat suit and carrying a clipboard. Trotting next to him was his robotic dog Goddard. 

“Therometer.” Commanded the teen genius holding his hand out for Goddard to produce said item in his upturned hand. He then swiped the device across Manny’s forehead. 

“Thirty-seven point four degrees centigrade.” Announced Jimmy as he made a note of it. “Not perfect but acceptable. If you are up for it, I can have some soup and crackers brought down.”

“Soup sounds good.” He really could go for his mom's sopa azteca right now. Manny was left alone again to look around the room. It looked like a barracks complete with metal bunk beds. He was currently on the bottom bunk at the moment. Hoping he could convince the person above him to switch places. He was always more of an up cat.  

“Soups on!” Spongebob sang out as he danced into the room. He then sat down the trey on Manny’s lap. Manny gave a smile and a thanks as he looked over the meal. He frowned a little. It looked a little like caldo de pollo but not. Chicken bits and carrots checked out. The stringy noodles confused him slightly. There wasn’t much of a smell and the broth was far too clear. Not wanting to seem ungrateful he ate a spoonful. 

Bland. He gave a smile and thanked the chef. Spongebob smiled before excusing himself. The second the door shut Manny set the whole tray on the floor in disgust. He could feign sickness for not finishing. Sipping the lukewarm water he debated on trying to get up or get some more sleep. Splitting the difference he located his phone to scroll lazily for a while. The door opened again and Manny instantly geared up his too-sick-to-eat act. To his surprise it was Danny. He was carrying a paper bag in both hands. His soft smile morphed into confusion at the sight of the tray on the floor. 

“Not up for eating?” Danny frowned at the practically untouched now cold soup. Danny set down the bag to use the spoon to poke at the flimsy noodles. “Can’t say I blame you. Maybe you’re up for something different.” 

Danny pulled out a styrofoam bowl with a plastic lid from the bag. He peeled off the lid releasing the smoky scent of pozole. Manny almost spilled the treasure in his excitement. He took a sip straight from the container as Danny fished out a spoon from the paper bag. 

“Gracias guapo.” 

“You’re welcome.”

Timmy entered a second later with a bulging backpack.

 “Congratulations on getting us the Nap Room! I call top bunk.” Declared Timmy throwing his bag on one of the other metal bunk beds. Timothy Turner, ever the opportunist. Like the pre-evolution of a lawyer.  

“Just wish you didn’t have to puke on the floor to get it.” Danny tacked on.

“Anything for my amigos.” Manny flashed a winning smile getting one back from the ghostly hero. “Speaking of hooking amigos up, where can I get some of those ice packs?” 

“Ice packs?” Timmy paused in turning his bed into a nest. He was standing on the ladder as he spread out a small blanket. He had to twist his upper body to look back at the duo.

“Yeah. The ones from earlier. Oh, man. I would wear those things all night. They were so soft and perfect.” Manny stopped praising the ice packs as Danny’s face became redder and redder. 

“Oh no I got you sick. Here,” Manny panicked slightly holding out his half-eaten meal. Danny politely declined as he made an excuse to leave. 

“Oye I mean it. I could sleep with those things all night.” 

“Oh I bet you could,” Timmy smirked. “All. Night. Long.”

“Isn’t it about time you go bother Jimmy?” Danny was now in his defensive posture. 

“Not til two. Besides I am very interested in Manny’s story about how he could spend the night with-” Timmy’s speech was cut off by a carefully placed mini plasma shot right to his backside. It was just enough to cause the teen to give a yelp. 

“Worth it.” Groaned the brunette through clenched teeth.

Danny had already left the room before Manny got his answer. Making a mental reminder he polished off his soup trying to recall the details of his strange dream about the angel.

[emeraldspiral]

A while ago I made a post about episode premises that would deal with the skool setting and Zim's cultural misunderstandings and one of them was about Zim getting cast in the skool play and getting way too into the role and I'd just like to expand on that for a moment.

Like, something I feel was really lacking in the comics was the element of horror, so I think it'd be great if this concept brought some of that back in by leaning on stuff like Perfect Blue and Black Swan as sources of inspiration/satire. Kinda like how Bolognius Maxiumus was supposed to be "The Fly, but stupid".

So maybe it's like, Zim decides to audition for the play because he realizes that humans worship actors so becoming one might be the key to taking over the earth. Zim gets cast in the lead role, but the play is Jekyll and Hyde, and Zim's really good at playing Hyde, but sucks at Jekyll. Zim doesn't want to lose the role to an understudy because that would ruin his plan, so he decides to try method acting and gets way too into it and starts to lose his sense of identity. He's also really paranoid about Dib trying to sabotage him and it's ambiguous whether he actually is or not. Or maybe Dib is trying to sabotage Zim, but Zim is also imagining incidents that didn't happen or Dib had nothing to do with.

In the scene where he's supposed to murder someone with a cane, he wails on his scene partner like it's real, but the prop cane is made of rubber so the kid's just quietly whispering, "Ow! Not so hard! Lighten up!" while Zim gets applauded for his unhinged performance in rehearsals.

At one point he walks into the bathroom and sees "ALIEN" written on the mirror and frantically tries to wipe it off.

Eventually, Zim's misbehavior/inability to play Jekyll gets him kicked out of the play, but on opening night he sabotages the understudy who replaced him and takes his place, becoming fully immersed in the role. At the end of the play, Zim is supposed to drink a vial of poison. The prop is filled with water colored green with food dye, and since water is poisonous to Zim for real he has an authentic reaction to it, screaming in agony and having fits of convulsions until he faints. Everyone assumes it was just part of the act and carries on with the ending of the play where his body is discovered, only for Zim to wake up in the middle of it, claiming to be fine, although he has a horrible rasp from burning his throat. Zim's costars follow his lead in an improvised ending where Jekyll summons his robot dog to fly him home to have his squeedily-spootch pumped. The play gets a standing ovation from critics who don't want to look dumb for not understanding the "bold creative choices", which incites the rest of the audience, sans Dib, to follow suit.

[briefhottubcoffee]

Hello! This is the very first story I have ever put out into the world! I am very nervous and have ~social anxiety~ so please be kind!

This story came to me looking at all the stuff my friend with kids has on her fridge and I thought it would be perfect for the Forgers. My husband helped me brainstorm ideas so it may be multi-chapter. I’m waiting to make an AO3 account. Again I’ve never done this before lol. Apologies if formatting is weird, I only use tumblr on mobile.

Refrigerator Magnets

Loid is grocery shopping with his daughter one Thursday evening, the sky cloudy and gray. He’s so tired. He was assigned two extra side missions this week, dull and mind numbing, but then a patient at the hospital actually did kick him in the stomach! It wasn't just an excuse! Leaving a bruise and a slight wince to appear on his face occasionally when he inhaled. But they needed groceries for this weekend and Anya was still bustling with energy when she came home from school, Yor working late. So out he went, robotically putting ingredients in the cart and leaning his body on it far more than he usually did. Anya was skipping beside the cart, humming a tune, the exact opposite of her father. He could never get on her level.

And then she spotted them, hanging from an endcap as Loid browsed the juices, a package of refrigerator magnets, different colorful animals.

“Papa!” Look! This looks just like Agent Penguinman! And this one is like the lion I saw at the zoo!”

He reaches for the pack, handing them to her for a closer look. She coos at them before putting a cute, purposeful look on her face, flipping the package and standing on her toes for him to see.

“Neat,” he says mildly, gesturing for her to throw them in the cart, and letting her help him steer. He grabs his ingredients and her favorite candy bar before heading to the front. I am a normal, tired father, he thinks, apologetically smiling at the cashier as Anya, pushing the cart she can’t even see over, lightly crashes into the corner of the register.

******

Another Thursday evening, this one a little brighter with Yor’s pretty smile directed at him and the refrigerator magnets bringing some color to their kitchen. She’s helping him start dinner, when the front door bangs open and Bond shoots up from his nap. “Anya has returned!” their daughter shouts, grabbing for her dog.

“Welcome home, Anya. How was your day?” Yor asks, taking her hat from her head.

“Oh! Guess what?” Anya says. She unzips her backpack and rummages through before pulling out a rose pink envelope. “Anya was invited to a birthday party!” She lifts the invitation high above her head, before Loid grabs it.

“Oh? I’m glad you're making more friends.” An excellent source of information for Operation Strix. The parents of this child might be important in Ostania. It might be crucial for her to attend.

“Well, Hannah isn’t really Anya’s friend. She took the last cookie in the cafeteria,” Anya pouts.

“Well… she invited you to her party.”

“She invited the whole class,” Anya shrugs. “But can we go Papa? Can we? I’ll be nice to Hannah! She said there would be ponies! Ponies that we could ride?! And a big slide and an orch-ee-stra, and a magician!”

“My goodness! What an elaborate birthday party!” Yor says, opening the card and marveling at the beautiful, ornate invitation inside, fit more for a formal wedding than a seven-year-olds birthday party. Loid blinks. He supposes this is the norm for rich, pompous people, to spoil their children with extravagant birthday parties and ponies. Anya’s attempts to befriend her more wealthy classmates have not gone particularly well, Damian Desmond in particular, which caused Loid intense stomach pains, but this party could indeed be a big opportunity for the mission. He could meet some upper-class parents, perhaps gather intel, and then, of course, since this girl invited the whole class, Damian Desmond himself might attend. Could his parents even show? His reclusive target? Surely not, but this is still a good chance to get another foot in the door with his young son, a chance for Anya to play nice outside of school, a positive step forward!

“Alright, we can go,” he says. “But you’ll need to get her a present.”

“Ooohh lets go to the Big Toy Store! I can get Hannah a Mega Elephant Circus!” Anya squeals, spreading her arms wide. Loid turns to watch Yor with her pretty smile tack the pricey, shimmery invitation on the fridge with the elephant magnet. This birthday party is going to be a big expense for Operation Strix.

****

The invitation stays on the fridge for weeks, a reminder of the upcoming party and ooting for the Forgers. Before the party, the family heads to the toy store, the huge, expensive toy store, with giant stuffed animals and a freaking merry-go-round in the center.

Anya and Yor spend time checking out all the toys, Anya pointing out all the ones she wants. Loid trails behind, tired again. They settle on getting Hannah a doll tea set, reasonably priced, but still, hopefully, expensive enough to satisfy a rich family. Loid then sits on a bench to rest, watching Anya bounce up and down beside Yor, both waiting to ride the merry-go-round. Yor is such a huge help at times like these. He’s grumpy and worn down. Side missions pile up, patients pile up, and he feels a gnawing frustration at his lack of progress with Operation Strix. Yor’s pretty smile and cheery disposition make up for his failures with their daughter. She can get on Anya’s level. She can match Anya’s excitement about riding on a merry-go-round. She can marvel at a giant stuffed kangaroo with her and come up with a silly name for both the mama and the baby in her pouch. She can crouch down and help Anya snap blocks together as they build a castle complete with a watch tower for Bondman. Present and engaged and sweet all the time.

Last night, Anya was fussy when it was time to go to bed, too wound up to be sleepy. She wailed at Loid as he helped her with her pajamas and tried to tug the covers over her, rolling around in bed instead and kicking her feet up on the wall. Loid felt impatient and drained as he sighed at her. This is impossible. Bedtime seemed like a straightforward task but was so draining in reality. He felt like he would never get this parenting cover right. Yor came in after hearing their bickering, and laughed softly, kneeling down next to Loid.

“Let’s try to hush a bit,” she calmly said to their daughter, smoothing her hair down. Loid watched as Yor pulled out a book and began reading to Anya, and what an idyllic picture they made. Yor’s voice came out in such a tranquil way, her eyes twinkling in the dark room. He couldn’t look away. She kept stroking Anya’s hair, her voice like a melody, her presence like a soothing light. Like a miracle, Anya yawned and her eyes became heavy, and Yor shot Loid a smug look and he felt like he was flying. She was magic. She could do the impossible.

In the present, Loid watches with a frown as the pair climb aboard, Anya tugging on her mothers arm and pointing to the two horses she wants to ride.

“Will the ponies at the party be green and pink like these?” he hears his daughter shout.

“I doubt it,” Yor replies with a giggle, helping the girl on to her horse. The music starts and the ride begins to spin, daughter and mother sending exuberant waves to Loid as they squeal with excitement. Loid feels pensive and melancholy. Cranky. I am no good at this, he thinks. Appearances are everything for a spy, and he supposes he is a good father at surface level, to the bystanders who see him wave to his wife and daughter each and every time they make their way around. But he feels lacking. Anya is a sweet girl and Yor is a lovable mother, he feels another painful kick of guilt at the thought of using them, deceiving them. They deserve the real thing, a matching father to complete their pretty picture, something perfect enough to tack on the fridge and admire everyday. Not someone playing pretend.

It’s what needs to be done, he thinks with finality. He centers his thoughts, reminds himself of the mission, of war, of the invitation on the refrigerator with its elephant magnet, of what this seven-year-old’s birthday party means for world peace. Pull yourself together. He has rich parents to schmooze with, he must appear charming and affable, he must ask all the right questions, not too probing, not too demanding. He has to appear engaged and interested. He has to fit in with the other good fathers. They will be charming and affable, they will laugh with joy at their kids, walk next to them with their hands on their backs as they ride ponies, they will wipe their faces when they're covered in icing. He has to remind his daughter to play nice with Damain Desmond, to be on her best behavior, to not eat too much cake.

He has to crush this child's birthday party. World peace depends on it.

****

The party is too much. It’s so extravagant and pink. There are balloons and peonies everywhere, the birthday girl sits on a gold chair in a pink tutu with a crown on her head. Loid sighs. Next to him, Yor frets with the pink gift bag she’s holding, her lips in a thin line and a crinkle between her brows.

Loid leans towards her. “Rich people,” he scoffs with an eye roll and Yor looks up at him and giggles, swats his arm.

“Hi Becky!” Anya shouts as she pelts across the perfect, giant lawn.

“Anya, don’t crash into anyone,” Loid warns looking around. He immediately hones in on his main target for the day, a young boy with dark hair and a pompous arrogance about him, surrounded by two other boys and glaring at Anya as she twirls around, showing Becky her dress. Loid thinks of a way to move his mission forward, a way for Damian to bring up the Forgers to his father, who is definitely not here, so that he is interested. Perhaps there is a servant or even the boy's mother present? Someone closer to the man in question. Loid and Yor are then approached by the mother of the girl of the hour. Hannah’s family are rich socialites, the father a bank executive.

It’s time to schmooze.

The shmoozing goes well, the birthday party is in full swing. There’s a damn violin quartet in the corner, and waiters dressed as princes and princesses serving hors d'oeuvres to the parents. Loid has gotten a little useful information to bring back to Wise; the fathers had retreated to the mansion shortly after the party began. Loid had joined them for a bit, engaging in a game of poker and listening to the men complain about their wives and their jobs, gathering intel in a room full of cigar smoke. But he grew tired of it.

I have to make sure she and Damian are getting on well, he justifies to himself as he ventures back out to the lawn. He is the only father out there. He sees Yor standing awkwardly with the other mothers and slides next to her, resting a hand lightly at her waist.

“What are you doing back here, Dr. Forger?” Hannah’s mother asks, surprised.

“Oh I wanted to check on Anya. And I missed my wife,” he replies with a charming smile and Yor stiffens and flushes as the other women aww at them.

Anya and Damian are not interacting, at least not in any friendly way. Loid watches as Damian shoves past Anya and Becky in line for the pony ride.

“Rude!” Shouts Becky as Anya sticks her tongue out at him. Well… their relationship hasn’t improved much.

Loid blinks. There are at least ten ponies and only one handler, he seems a little overwhelmed at the task at hand, monitoring young children on little ponies trotting in a circle.

“Is no one going to help?” Loid asks Hannah’s mother, gesturing towards the pony ride.

“Well the boys are busy inside,” she replies with a sniff. “He’s got it covered.” And that’s the end of that.

This isn’t going to go well, Loid thinks as he rushes over, just as Damian Desmond tries to climb on to a pony alone. His foot gets stuck in the saddle, and he falls over. Tears well in his eyes as the other kids laugh at him. All except Anya who walks over to him.

“Here you go!” Anya extends her hand to Damian. He frowns at her, a bright red blush on his cheeks. “I don’t need your help, dummy!’ He shouts in reply. Despite the kids reaction, Loid is proud of his daughter for being caring and kind, compassionate and warm. Yor is raising her well.

“I’ll help you up,” Loid says, picking up the boy and placing him on the horse. Damian looks at him suspiciously. “You’re shorties- I mean- you’re Anya’s pops right?” he asks.

“Yup! Horses can be a bit intimidating at first, but you’re up here now! Just hold on tight to the reins and you’ll do great,” He says. His mind is running a million miles an hour. Don’t overdo it, this may get back to Desmond, be kind and fatherly, I am a good dad, I am a normal dad.

Damian is still blushing but mutters his thanks. Loid realizes this kid is alone. No guardian for him, he must have attended with friends. The ponies begin their circle. Loid stays nearby and straightens up the kids as needed, teaches them how to tuck their shoes into the saddle, how to hold the reins correctly. The handler shoots him a grateful look. The mothers are looking at him curiously. Maybe he messed up. Maybe he should be inside with the other men. Maybe it’s not normal, but it didn’t seem right to him to be like the other fathers. The men smoke inside while the women gossip outside, helpers and nannies monitoring the kids. It was so detached. He had felt something unsettling in his gut, something he couldn’t ignore. Maybe he actually did want to check on his daughter, maybe he actually did miss his wife. She’s looking at him now, her pretty smile back. He feels like he’s flying again. Anya is laughing with joy on her pony, the sound like bells, waving at her father.

No good, this is no good. This isn’t going to go well. He tries to center himself, remind himself why he’s actually here. But he can’t. He’s going around in circles. He’s flying high.

****

They return home from the party, everyone exhausted. Anya is quick to settle for the night, he considers nights like these where she is actually tired a miracle indeed.

“Night, Papa,” Anya mutters, closing her eyes and snuggling with her chimera. Loid hums and smiles, affection rising in his stomach. Anya is a good kid. Disruptive and loud, but sweet and happy, reminding him of the good in the world.

Once she is tucked into bed, he sighs and settles on to the couch, petting his dog on the head. Yor’s quiet tonight. She shuffles around the kitchen making tea, he sees her take down the party invitation from the refrigerator and tuck it into a box they keep on a shelf. She hands him his tea and he shoots her a grateful smile, but she’s looking away, her lips in a tight line and her frown back between her brows.

“What’s up?” He asks, letting the steam from the tea settle on his face. She looks at him and blushes, his heart stutters in his chest.

She sits with her tea and shakes her head. They stay silent. He listens to his dog snoring softly and the clock tick, as he and his wife watch each other with their tea. It’s a good night. It was a good day. He spent time with his family, for the mission, he reminds himself. He feels calm and warm, his mind slow, helpless, thinking of the picture they make in this living room, an idyllic picture.

“You’re a good father,” she says finally. “One of the best, I think.”

She blushes pink and her eyes twinkle and her pretty smile is back and Oh. I am flying again.

[petoiusa]

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[gofancyninjaworld]

OPM Webcomic Chapter 145 Review

Another Sunday, another review. At this rate, I may just about catch up on my OPM reviews by September! Anyway, it's been a while, so the summary is going to be a bit detailed.

Summary

Cast your mind back a little bit (if you're a lucky lately-come reader reading the story in one session) or a lot bit (if you've been following it chapter-by-chapter). Back then, the three Machine Gods sent to assassinate Dr Kuseno told Genos that the Plan would be happening at the breaking of dawn. Why do I bring your attention to this? Because as this chapter shows, not long has passed since.

We open to a page on which the headquarters of the Hero Association and the Neo Heroes are juxtaposed. While the Hero Association has no idea of what is happening in all the cities under attack owing to the communications going down -- and something else has come to their attentions that looks even more dire -- over at Neo Hero HQ, all is in hand. The first attack has been 'allowed', the Neo Hero teams have been deployed, and it's just a matter of time before the source of the robots is found.

McCoy is shaking with horror. He's all for stunts, but faced with such widespread catastrophe, can't the pro-heroes be given battle suits so they too can fight effectively, instead of being targets?

The answer he receives is even more chilling, as the team overseeing efforts shuts him down in no uncertain terms, asking him to focus and not feel nostalgia for the HA. They also refuse to deploy the S-Class heroes in the Neo Heroes, with Metal Bat still in custody, Super Alloy Darkshine clueless, and Child Emperor deemed too hard to control.

Speaking of Child Emperor, shall we check in on our boy hero? We find him giving a resume of what's happened to date. He's reprising his role in the MA arc, only with a key difference: his chilling notes on what is happening are addressed to himself as an aide to his understanding. He no longer looks to Bofoi, nor indeed to any adult, for help. From him, we understand that the attack started at 05:41 and that the robots would systematically eliminate any sources of local resistance before moving to destroy the cities they were deployed to. He continues his narration as he finally manages to gain access to the data table of one of the captured robots and care it to the database of industrial robots he'd built earlier.

Then he goes white as he bites through his lollipop in horror. Almost at the same time, one of the Neo Hero functionaries comes to summon him, which seems to engender further horror. However, when he swivels around to face the visitor, he is the picture of calm. He shoulders his backpack, sans body armour and declares himself ready to act.

Elsewhere, Suiryu's team is making short work of the robots. Suiryu pays scant attention to them as he thinks of his sister with concern. It looks like he may be paying the Hero Association another visit. This time to tell the heroes there not to come.

Speaking of the Hero Association, we see that Suiko is indeed living up to her brother's prediction and oversleeping. She barely stirs when her 7 am alarm goes off and is only roused by the All Hands emergency summons. She gets ready and dashes to where the rest of the heroes are gathered. She asks where to deploy, only to learn that things are well beyond deploying. With only about 40 heroes on site, none of them Class S, they're all that's left to hold out against the r4 million-- and counting -- robots battering at the gates. Metal Knight's defence robots do their best, but it's not long before they're brought down. The mood is bleak indeed.

In the midst of the gloom, Forte walks off. To feed the dog. He pours the usual ration of food for Rover and Black Sperm and bids them eat slowly. He hopes that Saitama will somehow link up with Blue and come through.

As he eats, Black Sperm reflects on what's going on. He can afford to be analytical: as little monsters, he and Rover are very likely to survive. This is a deliberate push to eliminate the poorly-performing heroes and leave only a predictable group. A group Black Sperm doesn't fear. With Saitama away, the Hero Association is finally out of luck, brought down by an enemy who has prepared very carefully. Works for him.

Speaking of devastation, Blue is coming to a realisation similar to that of Webigaza's last chapter: that 'winning' is hollow indeed in the face of the destruction wrought by the robots. Despite having expended a lot of energy, he calls HQ, asking them to hurry up and locate the source of the robots. He can't save people, restore lives, or repair livelihoods. But he can at least fight.

And finally, speaking of sources of evil, we close the chapter with Genos having arrived at the first of the installations that Bofoi has. As he walks forward, alarms go off an an armed defence boots up. The chapter ends with Genos walking into the howling dark.

Meta: True Enemies

Nothing is as scary as a human being

I'm going to ask you to look at the expressions on McCoy's and Child Emperor's faces. McCoy is looking at the executives of the Neo Heroes as if he's truly seeing them for the first time, while Child Emperor is frozen as if the person who has appeared behind him is an enemy. They've just put it together -- the true enemy is paying their wages.

Not all cyborgs advertise their non-human side. I may not be a betting person, but the entirety of Neo Hero brass is almost certainly cyborgs. There's a reason Erimin and Destro had to take out Koko stat before he rumbled them. Nothing can be allowed to get in the way of The Plan.

That said, it's not the mechanical side of cyborgs that came up with The Plan. It's the greedy, cruel, and entirely human side that came up with an ambition to control the world and worked out how to make it happen. Their being cyborgs is an identity that separates them from the rest of humanity, affording them a vantage point from which they look down on people, and also, as we've learned, you cannot become a cyborg without an extraordinary amount of willpower and self-discipline. This is a plan not only dreamed up by cruel, greedy people (who are common) but by people possessed of extraordinary self-discipline and determination... and money. It's not cheap to be a cyborg. What a terrible combination that is!

Remember way back when Genos was talking about a rampaging cyborg and how hard it had proved to find in the four years since? It starts to make perfect sense now.

Measure Twice, Destroy Once

In earlier chapters, I had thought that the goal of today's attack was to discredit the Hero Association once and for all and establish the Neo Heroes as the true heroes. I thought way too small. Never mind discredit the Hero Association: The Organization is out to erase them completely. Just as they sent 10 powerful robots, at least three of them highly intelligent dragon-level threats, to ensure that one little scientist got killed without fail, they're sending millions of robots to ensure that the HA is made a bad memory.  It's clear that Bofoi isn't responsible for this: with the HA slated for elimination, the best thing for him to do as a collaborator would have been to stand down his robots and open the gates wide. It's not like there are going to be any witnesses to care about whether or not Bofoi betrayed them.

At some point, the attack will end, and at that point, only the Neo Heroes will be left to provide security. Society will be broken, and survivors will have to be grateful for whatever protection they can get.

Bofoi is probably the only source of widespread opposition they could face (where is his robot army?) but it looks like they've got a plan for that too. Unless Metal Knight is a very good talker and Genos is in a listening mood, a gross miscarriage of justice looks set to occur.

There is, of course, a wild card The Organization has kept missing, Saitama. But where is he? What is he doing? And will it be enough to make a difference to people? Who can tell? ONE, where is the next instalment?!

[alter-soup]

Heyo!! Is it alright if I request for an Uzi (Murder Drones) fictive/semi fictive/something along those lines? Tysm,,!

Names : Uzi, Zee, Cypher, Neo

Pronouns : She/Xe

Possible Neopronouns : Bit/Bite, Glitch/Glitches, Screen/Screens, Code/Codes, Bot/Bots

Gender : Demigirl

Possible Xenogenders : Robotcatgender, Assistandroidish, AIthing, Aiwarix, Moonvesil, Loserstar, Girlfreak

Orientation : Bisexual

Age : 16-17

Species : Robot / Worker Drone

Source : Murder Drones - Glitch PROD

Roles : Anger Holder, Border

Kins : Black Cats, Black Widow Spider

Personality Traits/Details : Impatient and mean, but opens up around people xe cares about

Likes : Metal, Video Games (LOVES lethal company and hotline miami) , Scary Movies, Cats, Sleeping/Naps, Mecha Anime, Markiplier

Dislikes : Socializing, Knit Sweaters, Dogs, Cute/Girly Things

Sign Off : 💀👾

Extra Details : Usually goofs off while in fronting, and uses it as an excuse to indulge in various projects (100% has like 50 things xe is working on at any given moment). LOVES scary movies and 100% watches movies like midsommar saw and texas chainsaw and goes "yeah i could survive that"

Faceclaim

[homoquartz]

let me tell you about my dream

stay with me because it's a whole lot of nothing

at some indeterminate time in the future, the entire human race was moved into this massive commune due to some unspecified threat in the outer world, and we have been like this for so many generations we've lost count

people are divided into four colors based on temperament and skillset, like in a YA novel, but people are able to move from one color to another as they develop. their families can be mixed colors, but adult children need to move to the appropriate community once old enough. the colors are red (independent, passionate, physical), blue (calm, logical, medical), green (nurturing, friendly, natural), and yellow (introverted, rule following, mechanical). yellow is almost entirely segregated from everyone else in service of some greater purpose.

if there are rulers over this place, they are unseen. there are cameras and spotlights all over the place.

the commune is like, a giant outdoor camp with fortified walls keeping everyone in. houses are not houses but fenced areas which are laid out like livestock pens at a county fair, but separated by tarp or cloth, and each family has made their little space their own. individuals are literally in a barracks-like setup with only their cot as their personal space. there's no privacy anywhere.

the green community are the biggest spiritualists and worship a leader, who, when collected by police for sedition, told them to put his skull on a spike for everyone to be inspired by. they did, and the community wrapped his skull in cloth and set it in the center of their town, bedecked in lights and flowers, to visit him. this is allowed by the mysterious overseers.

yellow work in a giant open-plan office somewhere. it's suggested that their homes are just below the floor. they sit at their computers doing some kind of work for the people behind the cameras. they aren't allowed to socialize much. they do decorate their desks with fidgets. it's important to note that the yellows have created automatons to do work for them - shaped like fish, dogs, or humanoids depending on what's needed. these robots have since developed consciousness, but no one, not even the robots, is aware of that yet.

there is also another group of people who have been cast out of any color commune and are considered evil and a drain on society, yet they're not taken away by police. they roam around stealing necessities from others - but also seemingly useless things, like potted plants and lego pieces.

but it turns out these people are barred from color because their souls have been linked to this enormous otherworldly blob that lives beneath the commune. It's implied that this big black oozy blob is worshipped by the unseen rulers, since there are candles and altars and shit all around. the cast-outs operate normally unless they're too close to the blob, at which time it becomes a massive struggle to maintain their identity. there are hoards of spirits covered in black ooze that imply the blob eventually devours and is powered by these people. it's discovered that they collect random objects that have a positive, loved energy that combats this blob. they're the only ones that can sense it.

there is also a lingering mythos in the commune about two men who escaped, but it is a cautionary tale, because it is said that the wilderness consumed them and they died. however, they are alive out in the mountains and have become fused with goat DNA. (?) One day, after people escape and wander for many months, these two will teach them how to survive.

someone in the commune has been developing bombs to aid a great escape attempt, but few people know who. even those involved in the rebel group know little about how it functions.

anyway the central plot is that this one woman (red) is helping with the revolution by listening to her colorless friend, who is helping locate large sources of positive energy. the problem is that the only sources really left are in dangerous places that most colorless people can't reach - the good news is because they've gone undisturbed, they're very powerful. so the red lady leverages the skillsets of her other-color friends to collect these. this includes shit like cutting power to entire quadrants of the yellow offices, lacing their food with drugs, and uploading propaganda to every screen. in the commune, they are freeing prisoners, rounding up children, and setting off smoke in critical places.

if you guessed the skull in green is a critical source of joy energy, you'd be right.

idk what happens after that i woke up ✌️

[janokenmun]

psa cuz this has been bothering me:

there's more than one robot dog company. if you're getting killed by a robot dog, it's probably not Boston Dynamics' Spot, since they've made a pledge to not weaponize their robots (though it's not against them being used for surveillance or carrying stuff by militaries or police, so you may still see Spot used by police) (though also i don't fully trust that that pledge will be held to properly).

if you're getting killed by a robot dog, it's probably Ghost Robotics or some other company, since ghost robotics distinctly has not done that pledge and markets to defense applications. so if you need to fight back against a robot dog trying to kill you then knowing how Spot is built may not help very much; it depends on the differences between Boston Dynamics' Spot and Ghost Robotics' Vision-60

(source for the pledge thing; other signers are Agility Robotics, ANYbotics, Clearpath Robotics, Open Robotics, and Unitree Robotics)

[uselessmicrowave]

hey i wanted to request a match-up since i saw your match-up requests are open, if that's alr!!! id prefer MTMTE Lost Lighters and/or G1 or TFP Decepticons

Appearance: thick 2C/3A curly dark blond & purple hair at shoulder length. buglike blue eyes and lip piercings ; vertical labret + dolphin bites. 2 tattoos, one of my passed away kitten and 1 of a praying mantis on my arm. im tall and awkwardly portioned due to ehlers danlos. lots of keloid scars and a bit fuzzy. slight baby face. pale as frick frack and translucent skin with veins showing.

Pets: 7 CATS. 2 dogs. 1 ball python and a small colony of madagascar hissing cockroaches. i am an avid animal lover and a nerd about all their behaviors, biology and habitat preservation.

Fav foods: RAW GREEN BEANS, vegetable fried rice, hashbrowns and eggs, s'mores, pesto pasta ; not vegetarian / vegan but prefer ethical sourcing of food and have my own garden.

Style: flexible but usually comfortable hippie goth / casual 70s . almost everything i own is green and brown, but I also have lots of purple stuff (fav colour)

Hobbies & interests: chalk art, painting, drawing, metal bands lead by girls, dubstep, entomology, mycology, dragons, robots/ai, TRANSFORMERS, aliens/ufos, lucid dreaming, tarot cards, a solarpunk society, anti-capitalist

Smarts: bugs, animal and human health + biology, fungi, symbiotic relationships in nature, communication, being a mediator, giving advice

Bad habits: I've picked at my skin since I was a baby, as I have ocd + dermatillomania. because of it i am littered with bumps, scars, and can't shave due to ingrown hairs or risking making a scrape and then scratching until im sent to the er weeks later with cellulitis. i also have problems focusing and have a dissociative disorder that makes me not myself. i have bad anxiety that i cope with well, but if i stay up late i can overthink myself into a sobbing fit for no reason.

My personality: my friends describe me as WEIRD. my mom says im an alien. i would say that the people i know and i all agree i am creative, artsy and kind of an old soul. im patient sometimes but also get overwhelmed by certain situations because im autistic and can't multitask. i love helping others and when spending time with friends i like to make them gifts or play outside with them and look for bones or cool plants, or roleplay warrior cats with my besties. i have "childish" interests but am mature and independent, and am a caretaker. i had a rough upbringing and as an adult i feel like i heal my inner child everyday by living as autistic as possible.

whew that was long. anyways, thank you, feel free to ignore!!!!!! just wanted to shoot a shot bc these match up things always look fun lol. thanks!!!!! XP

Hello! Apologies I only wrote for one of the continuities. I’m matching you with TFP Megatron!

Megatron

He’ll get you more purple clothing to match him.

Grabs your hands and holds them when you’re picking at your skin, then he’ll carry you to the medbay for Knockout to patch you up.

Megatron believes that seven cats is a bit… obnoxious, but nevertheless will make room for all of your pets.

Jokes about your bug colony being an army… he thinks it’s hilarious that you have an insect army of your own.

Megaton holds you close to his spark when you overthink things/start to cry.

Everything is weird on the Nemesis, so you’re not out of place on the ship to him.

He does his best to appreciate and support all of your interests, even if he sees them as childish.

At least once a week he’ll take you to a new foresty area, where you can “observe all the different types of mushrooms and squirrels you want.” He’ll usually sit in a clear-ish area and watch you frolic through the trees.