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 ~
Audrey is an animator who works at Arch Gate Pictures. There, she enjoys her work on the newly revived Bendy cartoons. This is fitting as Audrey has a mischievous and playful side. Beyond this, she's quite driven and strives to reach her goals. While initially scared and confused of her surroundings in the Cycle, Audrey is determined to to find a way home. She's also sympathetic to some of the lost souls around her. In the end, Audrey vows to make things better for her friends who are still inside the Cycle. Unfortunately, she may be slightly emotional and unstable due to everything she's endured in her journey.
Kit "Nails" Wolffe, a gynoid character for a little Scum and Villainy RPG campaign. They're a former enforcer/bodyguard of a shady cult leader. Kit escaped their former life after their annual memory wipe was cancelled due to insurmountable obstacles and thanks to that they started to develop a stronger individual personality. After some wandering they found their place among a ragtag crew of intergalactic smugglers and here we are. On the left is their cult bodyguard garb and in the middle their current clothes. Kit has one exchangeable helmet-like face used exclusively for battle (not pictured here), but they prefer to use their human face because they consider it their real face.
Kit's vices are going to big loud parties that overwhelm their sensory system and downloading malware as a way to get plastered.
Sorry I haven't been as for the past few days, school's ramping up a little as it gets closer and closer to when all my assessments are due. I'll still try my best to post at least once a day!
I read this fanficrion that had Call having tried to have romantic relationships in the past, but never let anyone get too close to her for fear they find out she's an android and reject her.
What if that's really happened? What if she fell in love, everything was going great, she thought they were the one, blah, blah, and then something happens and her white blood shows or something and the person recoils in disgust and just storms off on her, telling her they never want to see her again.
And my other sad thought; not only has Call come to believe that everyone she meets is going to be disgusted she's not human, but then there's the freaks that are delighted she's not and fetishize her.
[Image description: A series of posts from Jason Lefkowitz @[email protected] dated Dec 08, 2022, 04:33, reading:
It's good that our finest minds have focused on automating writing and making art, two things human beings do simply because it brings them joy.
Meanwhile tens of thousands of people risk their lives every day breaking down ships, a task that nobody is in a particular hurry to automate because those lives are considered cheap https://www.dw.com/en/shipbreaking-recycling-a-ship-is-always-dangerous/a-18155491
(Headline: 'Recycling a ship is always dangerous.' on Deutsche Welle)
A world where computers write and make art while human beings break their backs cleaning up toxic messes is the exact opposite of the world I thought I was signing up for when I got into programming
Last post, I promise, but I do think it’s good and important to see local art (defining that term as broadly as possible) but in my experience you have to put up with the little kick of embarrassment you feel witnessing something too earnest, a little clumsy, not polished within an inch of its life or in step with prevailing trends.
I’m thinking of the dance performances I saw this weekend, but also last week’s street festival, where I watched short films and walked through local art exhibits; I’m thinking about Chicago’s outsider art museum, and even the elaborately decorated (ostensibly tacky) yards I see in rural Illinois, but South Carolina and Tennessee before that, and Michigan before that. Maybe I should cast an even broader net: my aunt’s cross stitch, my grand-aunt’s horrible poetry; the art they display at the nearby retirement community and the halfway house too, which comes from the residents.
If you’re not used to leaving space for that little kick, you might turn away or scoff at all this small, fumbling art. But I think there’s value in forcing yourself to look beyond that initial stab of secondhand embarrassment---to actually appreciate the art in front of you as an expression of something deeply human. You don’t have to think it’s objectively good, or even subjectively good. You don’t have to pretend that a local woman with a talent for oils is the next [INSERT FAMOUS ARTIST HERE]. But I do think you have to appreciate it, because otherwise there is no entrance into making art yourself.
And that, more than anything, is worth preserving.