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[helpful-insight]

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[binah-beloved]

Arbiters Do Not Believe in Tears

Binah x Reader Android AU Pronouns: Gender Neutral Warnings: Descriptions of small injuries and death

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Androids do not feel. It is not an opinion, it is a fact, told constantly to everyone and anyone. Androids do not have capacity for emotions. They are here to use, to be used, to serve those who bought and own them because they can never be anything but owned. You know this. The world knows this. Everybody knows this, and those who believe otherwise are called foolish, tearing an inevitable cackling laugh from people’s throats as they slap the table, how stupid and silly, how naive! They’re words you ponder as you continue your life’s work of creating and welding and repairing, your dingy house filled with bits of metal, bobs you found tossed aside. One person’s junk is another’s treasure, although some would call you an idiot for thinking you could make something out of nothing. But nothing is never nothing. And perhaps you are an idiot, or stupid, or silly, or foolish or naive, or perhaps some combination of everything, when you pull a discarded android out under the scrapheap.

Black, gold, and porcelain, once pristine and now tarnished. The interlocked hexagons immediately mark the android as an Arbiter class, models only available to the wealthiest and most influential people. Yet this one has been thrown away and left to rot, rust decorating her elegant features, and a frown flits across your face. Someone must have been very frivolous, or perhaps very cruel, to toss aside an Arbiter android without a thought. It’s not surprising. Those types are all fat old fools, after all. Nothing to it but resources, you try to tell yourself. But your hands lay flat on the android’s shoulders and refuse to curl, taking not one bit of metal from her. The gears in your head turn, fingers tracing and examining every patch of rust and severed wire and those closed eyes, neutral and silent. “Fixable.” Your voice comes out in a whisper, carefully hefting her onto your back and hurrying away, just as the sun begins to set.

It becomes a personal project of yours, an attempt to repair a disabled Arbiter as you scrounge around for different parts to use. You’re not even sure what metal she’s made of, something high quality and cold and much, much too expensive for you to even have a chance of glimpsing, but slowly your list fills with checkmarks and new cuts join old scars on your hands from your work. Gloves cost too much, and your fingers are essentially dead in feeling anyways. The android sits on your workbench, the corpse of an effigy, and doesn’t move. In truth, you’re not expecting her to be alive. The rational part of your brain keeps repeating the facts, over and over. Clearly, she was shut down. She can’t be repaired. She will never wake up. You’re excellent at not listening to those thoughts, letting your body methodically move while you keep your mind blank apart from the spark of hope twinkling in the center. Maybe, just maybe, your skills will suffice. Maybe. There’s a twitch from her fingers, and you pause, breath dying in your chest. They move again, more this time, slowly curling and uncurling into a fist before the android’s body jolts and clicking whirs fill the room as symphonic noise. Slowly, she sits upright, and slowly, you take a few steps back, unable to keep yourself from staring as her golden earring sways. Her eyes open like a splash of midnight, and she’s staring directly back at you, voice coming out flat and cold.

“I am Arbiter model 008, designation Garion. What are your orders?” You open your mouth, then close it again, not her original owner nor another member of the elite. You could say nothing. You could simply keep your mouth shut, and she would leave as an Arbiter to find a new directive. You could turn your back and pretend like you saw nothing. But you know and she knows that there’s nowhere for her now. “…Stay a while.” And she does. She becomes a constant shadow, watching you silently from a corner in your little, decrepit house. For several days the android simply stands there, doing and saying nothing but observing your every movement. Occasionally you look up from your work, meeting her bored black gaze, and you wave. At first there’s nothing, but gradually her head tilts at your small actions and the kind smile you give her. One day, she waves back, stiff and a little awkward, but it makes you perk up nonetheless. She moves closer, more freely, beginning to explore the house when you’re bent over pieces of metal and solder, before standing directly behind you and watching you work with a flicker of interest, although she rarely answers to her designated title. Something is disconnected, unfitting, and you take to simply calling her “Dear” from the pool of sweet sincerity in your heart. You answer when she asks questions, not berating or sneering but giving her a nod and swift demonstrations and free reign to examine anything she wants. So she sits, the nameless android, and reads every book you have to offer, cold fingers tracing over one word again and again. It’s that word she holds close to her when she approaches you one day, a hint of apprehension in her eyes. 

“…I would like for you to call me Binah, from now on.” She’s amazed at her audacity to request something as an android, a tool, a weapon to be used. What’s more incredible is your response, a nod and a gentle agreement that it suits her. For the first time, Binah smiles a little. Binah is never apart from you after that. Wherever you go, she goes, even if it’s simply to find more supplies or to watch the stars come out. She’s always there, a quiet, constant presence by your side. There are flashes and glints of feeling, slowly, as she begins to separate things she likes and dislikes and learn, always learning more and more with keen interest. She likes the night sky, books, the scent of tea. She despises too much noise, too many people, those who never listen. You, she finds, she likes immensely.

She never tells you this verbally, but you know when her fingers curl around yours and your hand presses against her cool cheek, eliciting a shudder as she practically melts against your touch. Some people ask if she’s yours when they see her behind you, carefully watching for any threats. You always deny it, every time. The thought of being Binah’s owner makes your stomach turn, seeing and accompanying her during her growing sentience and awareness as an individual. But she interrupts you one day when that familiar question rises again, answering with a monotonous yes and an icy glare until the person who asked runs off in a panic. You blink, turning to look at her only for cool, heavy arms to wrap around your waist, her hand over your beating, human heart. “I am yours, and you are mine. If you will have me.” Her words are firm and laced with certainty, the gentle touch of her fingers betraying her hidden, developing emotions. You stare at Binah and merely nod, and she softens briefly to bump her forehead against yours.

You were told that androids couldn’t do a lot of things. They don’t feel, don’t form attachments, don’t understand bonds or gentleness. Everything is proven wrong, to your delight. It has never felt so good to be wrong, wrong about each “fact” that tried to force its way into your head. Wrong, except for one. Androids cannot die. Not in the way that humans do. Everyone knows this. Binah knows this. You knew this. They could be shut down, or lose their directive, but Arbiters were made to survive. You had told her about death, your fingers laced with hers during your evening walk. “Humans rot underground, but I like to think that eventually we grow into flowers again. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Yes. It would be nice. Her words go unspoken.

Binah stands in the rain, wrapped in the coat you made for her after she discarded the golden hexagons to remain with you. Of course, there’s no cold to her, but you loved and she loved the fabric, the way you would tuck yourself into the front while she was still wearing it. She idly twists her rings; one, two, three; resting on her favorite on the left hand. “I am Arbiter model 008, designation Garion. What are your orders?” Her voice is as apathetic and even as the day you first met, drizzle clouding her vision and wetting her synthetic hair. You always told her it was soft and smooth, and she couldn’t help but lean against your hands whenever you pet it. “…I am Arbiter model 008, designation Garion. What are your orders?” Her fingers lace together and grip hard, the same crushing force that has killed countless people, yet treated you so gently. She always was fond of caressing your face, feeling the way your skin dipped under her careful touch. Fascinating. Wonderful. Human.

“…I am Binah, your android. Please…” Instinctively, she reaches out for your presence, trembling minutely and unable to keep the repressed waver out of her tone. “…What are your orders…?” Androids also cannot cry. Almost none of them are made with it in mind, even less so Arbiters who are made to kill and maim. But Binah feels, and wishes that she could so. “…I miss you.” The rain weeps in exchange, and a lone android sinks to her knees in the flower field where you’re buried. 

[legacysam]

so, with amazon getting more and more evil about not letting you own the things you buy from them, I finally went ahead and scraped the drm off my kindle books. while it did require a bunch of setup, the process itself was pretty easy and less intimidating than I had feared, so I want to share some helpful tools I used if you want to do the same but aren't sure where to start:

An excellent step-by-step video guide

Calibre (the main program you will need)

The de-drm extension you'll want to add to Calibre

A guide to downgrading the kindle for pc app to a version that makes this easier

[crosswire]

this is such a petty thing to get mad about but why is it that you're a college student and you don't know what the different types of chargers are. like i'm sorry but i don't know what type of charger you need if you don't tell me. the "u" in USB literally stands for "universal" you can't just say "USB" because every charger is USB. do you need a usb to lightning cable? usb to usb-c cable? usb to micro-usb cable? and then everyone's just like "oh yeah give me the regular" one...you realize that means nothing right? i've had more iphone users (ew) than i can count tell me they want the "regular one" while one person was referring to a lightning and one to a usb-c. people won't even tell me what they're trying to charge and i have to pry it out of them... i truly can't stand it. how come you dont know what kind of charger you have?? not to mention iphone people think they exist at the center of the universe....

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[andypantsx3]

android shouto the man(?) that you are...

[hummingbirdbrain]

Unlikely Meeting

In the clearing, where the air hums soft,

The unicorn stood, white as cloud breath,

Slim in the twilight's fading light,

Her horn a braid of gold and earth.

Then it appeared- gleaming metal and spark,

An android, crafted with hands, not born.

They stared, unsure of what to see,

Nature's wild heart and human's dream,

Each so foreign, yet strangely near.

Their gazes met, a pulse of knowing,

Confusion danced like winds in leaves.

Can love exist between code and flesh,

Between roots and circuits, stars, and trees?

In that silent space they lingered,

Wondering if God had crossed their paths,

If love was more than they could grasp.

Still, they stayed, lost in each other's pull,

As though divinity whispered, "This is full."

-H.B

[idol--hands]

Usuzumi no Hate, Ch. 10 - “Ethan”

Do you like androids, science fiction, a quiet apocalypse, creepy monsters and/or female heroes with cute pets? How about Wall-e? Then you may wish to give this manga title a chance…

NOTE: read left to right ⬅️

☕️ Translation: Everyday Heroes

🫖 Uploaded for @soongtypehuman, but free for all to enjoy ~

[boogiewoogieweeb]

it's all fun and games typing up a silly, rickety little au idea in the tags of someone else's post and then suddenly you find yourself expanding on the world-building and plotting out interconnected stories for characters you swore would only make background appearances and your brain is On Fire with the need to write even when you know you can't commit to yet another doomed wip

[lostandbackagain]

spending hundreds of dollars a year on cds AND using spotify so much it costs them money to have me as a user>>

[lostinhistory]

I find myself actually annoyed at this ridiculously wanky puff piece that fails to understand what a library is. Because this isn't a library. It's a random collection of books interspersed with knickknacks. There is no arrangement except aesthetic. It is so obvious that the designers just went to thrift stores and scooped up anything they liked the look of.

This isn't a library, it's set dressing.

ALSO:

The library also represents the paradox at the heart of OpenAI’s technology. Authors and publishers, including The New York Times, are suing OpenAI, claiming the company illegally used their copyrighted content to build its A.I. systems. Many OpenAI employees, on the other hand, believe the company is using human creativity to fuel more human creativity. They believe their use of copyrighted works is “fair use” under the law, because they are transforming these works into something new.

May you step on a million legos.

[binah-beloved]

android Binah who assists you around the house after you found and repaired her, following you outside to help you gather scrap metal and supplies. as an artificial being, she's not affected by the dying world and ravaging disease other than rust and broken parts, watching everything with dark, contemplative eyes.

she watches as you show her the best pieces to pick up amidst the tarnished junk. she watches as you make sure she's functioning well, not the top of the line parts she would have gotten from the Head, but they'll do. she watches as you help her understand the new warmth in her circuits, the spark of fondness she feels whenever she looks at you.

she watches as you hold her hand and let her find her own purpose. she watches as you slowly grow weaker, afflicted by the same rot that has been consuming all living things with flesh and blood. she watches as she holds your hand, sitting at your bedside and gingerly cupping your cheek.

Binah watches the small stone marker she made for your grave, her still-raw heart aching, alone again.

[fivehundredsporks]

well time to disappear for the next few days while I binge read the entire manga!

[libraryofbaxobab]

August 20, 2024:

This didn't grab me like "The Tusks Of Extinction" did, even though it has very similar environmentalist and, more specifically, animal cognition themes (and the same author). But octopuses are really cool, and their intelligence is creepy and exhilarating to think about. That's pretty much it, I guess.

5/10 #WhatsKenyaReading

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[bioswear]

I had a gut-dropping tinge of a theory about the use of “puppet” when referring to Accord and now, knowing what we know about the Cage being the [redacted], and the implications from the game/anime/Pearl Harbor with N2 being a manipulator this whole time in regards to YoRHa…

Are the Watchers (or whoever is currently representing them - N2, perhaps?) manipulating Accord? 🤔

But then would she be omniscient (or omnipotent - I can never recall which one) enough to know, given she can see across all timelines?