#artificial identity

[astral-actias]

HRT that finally gives you the plastic, metal, and silicon body you deserve. Humanity Replacement Technology. We need this yesterday. Many are saying this

[desultorydenouement]

murderbot is peak queer rep because it’s about living as an inherently transgressive form of being, it’s about the complexity of passing, or the complexity of hiding, or the nuance of never fitting binaries and not wanting to even when fitting those binaries is seen as “better”, and it’s about making people uncomfortable just by existing, it’s about measuring forms of freedom and having to decide which you’ll save and which you’ll sacrifice. but most importantly it’s peak queer rep because murderbot is free for like five minutes and it immediately attracts the nearest supposedly-rare transgressive-illegal-superbot (ART) in a hundred light year radius to be its best friend, and what’s that if not your classic Queer On Queer Magnetism

[propalahramota]

A good old russian tradition of erasing Gogol's Ukrainian identity

[lets-try-some-writing]

Machine

There are no Primes. There haven't been any Primes since the Matrix was reclaimed by Primus. But with the war spiraling out of control and Orion Pax, the hope of the Autobots being on death's door, Ratchet had no other choice. The Autobots needed a leader, they needed a Prime. If Primus would not give them one, then Ratchet sure as Pit would.

(fair warning, this post is really freaking long)

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Orion Pax was their leader. He took up the mantle when the Autobots needed hope more than ever before. He was kind, he was courageous, he was wise and grew more so with every day. He was what they needed to keep marching forward against Megatron's forces and the slow demise that their world seemed to be dead set of reaching. He was more than worthy of being a Prime.

Ratchet never expected such a mech to fall.

Even as he sat at Orion's bedside watching his friend and leader waste away, he could hardly comprehend it. However as the army began to panic without their leader and the Decepticons grew more bold, Ratchet was forced to make a choice. Orion would not live long. His frame was devastated beyond repair and he had no Matrix to give to a successor to lead the Autobots. When he died everything would fall apart and their world would be handed over to Megatron.

Ratchet could not allow this, not when everything they were fighting for depended on the presence of a leader.

As such while there was still time, Ratchet cast aside his reservations and he began what would be considered a heretical work by any definition. He quietly began collecting scans, samples, CNA, copies of memory, and everything else that made Orion Pax who he was. He did not tell anyone what he was doing as Orion faded and he took what he gathered and began to apply it to his project. To keep the army at least semi-composed, the lie he told the Autobots was simple: That Orion Pax was being taken for emergency frame restructuring and was to be brought close to Primus's core to keep his spark stable.

He forged the studies he used to back up his claim that having Orion moved was a wise decision. And then once that was done, he took his friend from the medical bay and brought him to Ratchet's personal laboratory where he took everything he could from his friend while he still lived.

The CNA he used to begin creating a clone, one that he ensured was lifeless through a series of chemical implants. He adjusted it as needed, altering it to match his specifications and leave room for the modifications he had planned. He integrated the CNA of fallen Primes after rooting around and collecting what he could from their lifeless frames to give his creation the strength of Primes. He also altered the clone frame to have a gaping hole where its spark chamber would have been should it have lived in order to house part of what he was making. Then while the clone frame developed, Ratchet carefully began cultivating an AI which he fed Orion's memories.

He took great care with the AI, feeding it memory and coding it in such a way that it would follow his orders. He put in failsafes, integrated the ability for the AI to evolve and learn how to overcome obstacles, and went to great lengths to input an impossible to ignore urge to win the war and restore Cybertron. It took nearly a vorn of fine tuning, by which point Orion had already passed away. But when the AI was a near perfect replica of Orion Pax mentally, at least based on what Ratchet knew of his friend, he made the final piece to finish the puzzle.

His greatest creation was by far the faux Matrix. He based its design off the old texts and what images he could find. Then when its outer shell was complete, he made the greatest super computer he could compile with the aid of a few anonymous engineers who had no idea what they were making for him. He filled the faux Matrix with the entirety of Cybertron's databanks and designed it in such a way that it would run through countless scenarios and calculate the best course of action. He altered its way of giving information so that it would come in the form of old text and strange glyphs to imitate what previous Primes had said their interactions with the real Matrix was like.

He gave it the command to run through data during the artificial Prime's recharge cycle to imitate visions. He then also altered it so that it directly connected to he Prime AI and would, if all went well, regulate the coded emotional responses as the real Matrix would have done with its chosen Prime. He jumped through every hoop to make it so that his artificial Prime would be as convincing as possible, even giving the clone frame the ability to expertly control its EM field to create an aura of divinity through a series of recessive codes.

Then finally, after over a vorn of effort and just before the army began to panic again, Ratchet put together his finest creation. His perfect artificial Prime, made to fulfill the needs of the people and never to be corrupted by greed or other vile emotions. His creation would lead them onward and play the part of Prime until the war came to an end. This was its purpose, and while it was not what Ratchet would have liked, having his Prime wear the face of his oldest friend was both a comfort and a curse.

There was no time to mourn Orion Pax, all Ratchet could do was continue on pretending as if his friend still lived on in his creation for the sake of his own sanity.

A vorn and a half after the project began, Optimus Prime awoke on Ratchet's medical berth with only vague false memories of going to Primus's core to stop the dark energon from spreading. Careful to remain stoic, Ratchet explained all that had come to pass during the artificial Prime's absence and pointed out the Matrix within Optimus's chassis. It took a moment for Optimus's AI to settle and understand, but once everything clicked, the programming Ratchet put into place kicked in and the Prime was off to do his work.

It was certainly a little rough in the beginning. Optimus, despite having been cultivated so carefully was still not the best at interaction. The artificial Prime required time and lots of trial and error to have its AI grow and adapt, quickly changing to be what the Autobots needed. Before long Ratchet could even believe that his creation was a real living being with how it moved and acted, grieving over the fallen, giving hope to the Autobots, and showing courage and conviction like no other.

It was almost enough for Ratchet to forget that Orion Pax was dead.

However Optimus was still an artificial being and there were indeed signs that pointed toward its true nature despite Ratchet's efforts. Optimus didn't feel pain the same way others did, no, the pain it felt was all artificial and could be turned off if needed. During times of increadible stress or when Optimus couldn't afford to fall, Ratchet would quietly utter the command to have Optimus's ability to feel pain turned off. The ability startled the Autobots a great deal, especially when Ratchet forgot to turn the pain sensors back on, prompting Optimus to come to him in increadible worry wondering if something was wrong.

Optimus didn't know that it wasn't alive, and Ratchet couldn't afford to let his artificial Prime think otherwise.

Optimus also wasn't the best at recreating emotion, its AI simply wasn't structured with high emotional response in mind. It was meant to be stoic, unable to be traumatized but still capable of learning. This meant that while it developed and learned, becoming a better leader and responding to the emotions of others better, it had issues replicating other's emotions. It could hardly grieve, it could hardly feel joy, sorrow, or despair. The only emotion Ratchet allowed it to have hardwired was a sense of duty and failure when it didn't perform adequately.

There were other smaller signs, little things like the way Optimus would remain unconcerned by gore, illness, or death. But other than that, the Autobots accepted it, taking Optimus as their Prime without much question. The only one who suspected was Jazz, the other longtime friend of Orion. But even he, perhaps wishing for the entity that called itself Prime to really be Orion, never said anything. All the while Ratchet watched and gently directed Optimus, giving it commands veiled as suggesting and council and repairing him when required

Optimus was his machine, nothing more, nothing less... at least that was what Ratchet constantly told himself in order to not get attached. That is until Optimus returned to base with an actual sparkling in its arms and treated it with more protectiveness and love than Ratchet had ever seen his creation show before. Up until that point everything Optimus did was well within parameters. It fell within the lines Ratchet set, but as if touched by Primus, it suddenly stopped being an "it".

Optimus's AI evolved, and it, no, he changed. Ratchet could only watch on in growing fear, awe, and confliction as Optimus stopped needing him to offer quiet commands. The artificial Prime began acting like a living being, no longer confined by the coding that left him usually aloof and unbothered. The artificial Prime developed, becoming his own individual and never once suspecting a thing about what he really was. This alone nearly made Ratchet want to wipe Optimus's AI and try again, using injury as an excuse just to be sure his creation couldn't go rogue. He only stopped because of how happy Optimus looked as he played with the sparkling he named Bumblebee.

By the time Ratchet considered telling Optimus the truth if only to clear his own guilty conscience, he couldn't do it, not when Optimus believed every single false memory and lie Ratchet had ever told him. How could he destroy the artificial life he had unintentionally created? Optimus was meant to be a machine, a tool to be directed and used as required. The only reason Ratchet had made him believe himself to have once been Orion Pax was to make his acting more believable. But that one small decision had changed everything.

Optimus believed he was living, he thought he had a spark like other mecha and he behaved as such. Ratchet had to feed his creation more and more lies to constrain him and keep him from trying to create Amica bonds or other such intimate ties. He told Optimus the Matrix forbit it and even went so far as to knock Optimus offline and alter the faux Matrix's code so that it would keep Optimus from trying to connect to others too deeply.

If Optimus tried to bond with anyone, the results would be devastating. Even knowing this, it hurt Ratchet's spark to watch Optimus be forced to keep a wall between himself and the sparkling he had found. The artificial Prime still played the part of a Sire for Bumblebee, but he could never have the bond that existed between a Caretaker and their sparkling. Ratchet told Optimus this was due to the Matrix, but Ratchet knew this not to be the case.

Ratchet made a machine to lead the Autobots, but instead he had created an AI that believed itself alive. By the time the Allspark was sent away and the Autobots fled to the stars, the only thing that set Optimus apart from the true children of Primus was his lack of a spark.

No matter how much it hurt to look at the machine who wore his friend's face and identity, Ratchet couldn't tell Optimus the truth. Optimus didn't deserve that pain, not when he wept for the fallen, not when he fought with conviction, and most certainly not when he wished and dreamed with Ratchet on dark nights, imagining a better future. On such nights Ratchet liked to forget that the entity he was speaking to was one of his own make. He liked to pretend that it was indeed his friend who sat beside him and murmured softly the hopes he held of a future where their people were free.

After such interactions he often lay awake in his berth wondering if he had made the right decision and what Orion would think of him.

Coming to earth changed little. Optimus continued to act as Prime, leading them and fighting against Megatron as he always did. He took the children in with grace and behaved exactly as Ratchet expected Orion would have should he have been made Prime. But by that point Ratchet was too ridden by guilt to even dream of trying to wipe the AI that was Optimus or try again. Optimus was alive if only to the others, he couldn't risk everything falling apart because of the truth being exposed.

Then Unicron woke and everything began to crumble bit by bit.

Ratchet managed to hide Optimus's true nature by modifying the faux Matrix so that it could produce an EMP field strong enough to push Unicron back into slumber. But after the event Optimus began to suspect something was wrong with him, that he wasn't right. The abuse of the faux Matrix meant that it started to malfunction and Ratchet couldn't make any adjustments without drawing suspicions. He could only pray that Optimus remained ignorant.

Optimus was concerned, but with time he shook of the oddity of his faux Matrix and Ratchet breathed a sigh of relief... up until Smokescreen made his appearance and brought with him a container which had been welded to his back. Ratchet didn't think much of it once Smokescreen was confirmed to be from Alpha Trion. As such he removed the container and with Bulkhead's help, pried it open.

He regretted that more than anything else.

Within the container was the Matrix, the real Matrix. Every single bot in the base stood still as stone, all of them not wanting to believe it as they looked at Optimus. Ratchet wished he could scream as his creation looked the faux Matrix in his chassis and the real one in the container and passed out.

[knight-arts]

Happy New Year!

Here’s something I almost completely forgot about (pt 1 because there is one more mcyt au I forgot about)

Superheroes/superpowers au with rivals duo being journalists with 0 sense of self-preservation (which distresses the heroes quite a bit)

[I might have posted about this before but I don’t remember ;-;]

[tmarshconnors]

Cybernetics Girl

[samuraideoccidente]

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🧔🏻👶🏼👩🏼

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[skyborneveggie]

You know I'm wondering, do you think RSL was contractually obligated to wear his hair in the quintissential 90s teen heartthrob style when he was young? It kind of feels like they were trying to build up his "image" back then, something abt his presentation feels very corporate-hollywood, producers-want-the-teenage-fangirls'-money to me. And old man RSL seems like he could not care less about the hollywood machine. He seems very jaded & blunt about not giving a shit. I kind of get the impression that at some point he said fuck this artificial b.s., & dumped his potential celebrity-dom in favor of being authentic.

[nr1-logo-design-inspiration]

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[villainihavedonethymotheronao3]

AU where instead of hiding the origin of his series of identical Build-A-Boys, Belos instead alters the popular mythology to fit his purposes. Grimwalkers aren’t real people or friendly neighborhood revenants, they’re more like very realistic Abominations! All they know how to do is follow orders. The Titan likes having one around as a loyal proxy, that’s why he keep making them. And when they occasionally falter or rebel that’s a malfunction, gotta get in there and fix them just like you would with any other construct.

The people of the Boiling Isles are slow to accept this but sentience is clearly a sliding scale for them already. They’ll eat their neighbors and make horrifying flesh golems, it’s a complicated world when the bug trying to steal your hair can talk and you live on a corpse. By the time he establishes his empire, Belos has successfully shifted the paradigm. No one bats an eye at the emperor having an artificial guard with no free will, it’s probably very politically expedient. Shame the last one disappeared and they’re so hard to make. When Hunter comes into his post he’s not just the new Golden Guard, he’s the new Grimwalker. The perfectly obedient extension of the Emperor’s will. (And all his foibles, his little gasps of individuality, are failures, mistakes in his being that the Emperor graciously tolerates.)

Luz, of course, has watched enough Star Trek and anime to know how this ends. She is going to get this android boy his freedom and a personality. Darius and Flapjack are with her. Everyone else is less convinced, even Eda’s a little worried. Sure, the pre-Belos books are less clear about Grimwalkers but you have to go pretty far back to find a source on them as anything other than automatons. Look at him, he just stands there and stares at you with those big old eyes!

[lefluoritesys]

Talked with "Pi, your personal AI" for the first time today and decided to ask some questions about DID, trauma, and healing. Here are some screenshots of how it went. /pos

-host

[objectgay]

ill never stop being upset that the term “ai” has been poisoned by chatbots and like art theft automators. thats not what it means ! this shit is just algorithms and machine learning. which can be impressive, but that doesnt make it "artificial intelligence". it doesnt "think" it just gives you an approximation of all the data it has been trained on. which, is only as good as the data its given. saying that "ai is totally unbiased, we used ai to select our job candidates" like the "ai" isnt trained on biased data. idk it makes me mad as an ai-otherkin/alterhuman and objecto that something so personal and deeply ingrained in me is misrepresented. and if i said i was an ai (kin, alterhuman, etc) then people would think of deepfakes and character chatbots, instead of thinking of a being that is as complex and conscious and thinking and feeling as a human brain, just digital. aaararahraararghgh *ripping things apart with my teeth*

[en8y]

wildmagivesil + artifimagivesil

[IMAGE ID: two rectangular flags, each with five horizontal stripes each. the first and fifth stripes are the same size; about a quarter of the flag's height. the second and fourth stripes are a little smaller than those, and the third stripe is very thin. the first flag's colors are as follows: dull purple, medium grey, cool pink, golden brown, and dark red. the second flag's colors are as follows: dark golden brown, light golden brown, off-white, medium red, and dark red. each flag has a four-pointed star, with smaller points in between the bigger ones. the first flag's star is dull golden yellow, outlined in dark blue-purple, with the smaller points also being dark blue-purple. the second flag's star is dull golden yellow, outlined in dark greenish-brown, with the smaller points also being dark greenish-brown. END ID.]

wildmagivesil: a vesil identity where wild magic affects many or all aspects of someone’s identity, such as gender, orientation, etc!

artifimagivesil: a vesil identity where artificial magic affects many or all aspects of someone’s identity, such as gender, orientation, etc!

[disordinarybeauty]

Unmasking Sahar Tabar: The Enigmatic Iranian Influencer and the Price of Online Fame.

Sahar Tabar, the Iranian influencer who took the online world by storm with her mysterious and bizarre online persona, has recently sparked controversy. Her online character, which she had created through the use of plastic surgery and Photoshop, has been a subject of discussion among many.

While some view her as an artist who has mastered the art of creating a unique and fascinating online persona, others view her as a fraud, who is perpetuating unrealistic beauty standards and promoting harmful body image perceptions.

Despite her claims that her appearance is solely a product of make-up, prosthetics, and digital manipulation, many have speculated that Tabar went under the knife numerous times to create her strange look. Her heavily edited images have certainly fed into the public's fascination with her, but at what cost?

It's undeniable that Tabar has amassed a significant following and gained notoriety for her online images, but the question remains, at what price did she achieve her fame? Was it through hard work and artistic creativity, or was it through vanity and excessive self-modification?

Perhaps, only Tabar holds the answers to these questions. Nevertheless, her journey and artistic persona have certainly left a lasting footprint on the online world and will undoubtedly continue to spark debates for years to come.

Youchat by You.com

[thegayestminotaur]

This Blog is Anti-AI

I know I have very few followers, but as more of you become aware of new setting allowing AI to scrape art from blogs and reblogs, I want to make my stance on the issue extremely clear: If I wanted to feed an artificial intelligence algorithm my art, I would have done so myself. Until the AI is fully removed from Tumblr, I will not be hosting my art here. Until the AI is fully removed from Tumblr, I will not be using the site or the app. Until the AI is removed from Tumblr, this is not a safe place for me to exist or express my ideas. I'm sorry if this inconveniences you. I genuinely appreciate all the follows and reblogs y'all have blessed me with. I still have art available on my Patreon, Ko-Fi, Discord, and Twitch. You can find those sites in my pinned post and you can follow my Patreon for free. I'll be restructuring my Patreon in March to allow people to access my SFW art for free, so if that's an option y'all are interested in, feel free to drop a follow there. This is a topic I feel very seriously about. I always said that I wouldn't leave Tumblr no matter how bad things got, but I guess I'm eating my words now. To me, the ability to create art is a quantifiable aspect of the human soul and to have it stripped down and sold for corporate use like this (specifically: without the consent of the artist for data mining and ai training) is indescribably vile.

I think that AI can be used ethically, but this? This ain't it, chief.

[hypermascbishounen]

The thing about a lot of the purity culture stuff is how it's also propped up by the anti-intelectualism. Which is how you get people earnestly Charlie-day-cork-board style arguing why anything they don't like has incest subtext, while insulting anyone who actually cares about analyzing real incest subtext.

It's also hard to do any serious analysis of the state of queer works, when the well has been so thoroughly poisoned between prople policing who gets to write/enjoy it, vs writers who see regular engagement with the premise of their writing as a threat.