#biomechatronical

[i-miss-my-90gb]

congrats on ur birthday

Thank u uwu

[xxix-ceri]

Conglomeration is the crux of my limitation. This body only works as well as evolution has been able to guarantee. My eyes function and my arms move when I command them; I write these very words with no issue, but this control is superficial. My lungs, my bones and my heart operate against my will - no amount of exertion or prayer can correct the failure lurking in my chest. From a scientific perspective, every human being is a prisoner in their body due to this "biological autonomy".

Is it not the right of the lucid and willful to stop their own heart with nothing more than a thought?

The computer locked inside my skull has its merits, to be fair. The control I am given originates therein, even if it is severely lacking in capacity; the automatic regulation of my biological systems as dictated by its whims runs parallel to an existence dominated by will, yet robs me of true conscious autonomy.

Ineffectual evolution is the issue; mechanical recapitulation is the resolution.

Break me into pieces. Let me rebuild it all.

[mothbeasts]

hi. biomechatronic update: i'm working on rewriting the first two chapters and finishing the rest of it. it won't be updated on ao3 until I'm fully finished, at which point I'll find some sort of update schedule to follow. I wasn't happy with the current state of it and I think I'll want to write it more if I'm not worried about how long it's been between updates and rushing to finish things in a "reasonable" time. And since I'm primarily writing for myself, I think making something I feel proud of when I reread it is important. As it is now I just see where I rushed and fell short.

[khywae]

Lone Stars is OUT NOW!

♡ ABOUT ♡ 

You're a renowned doctor specializing in biomechatronics, dedicated to assisting cyborgs with cutting-edge body enhancements. When Boothill, freshly transformed into a cyborg, loses crucial body parts during his transition, he turns to you for help. As you navigate the intricate procedures, the lines between professional duties and personal feelings start to blur. Will you maintain your professionalism, or will an unexpected connection blossom?

Discover your path in "Lone Stars"!

Thank you everyone for the support and comments during the development of this game! I hope you enjoy the final version ❤

[scipunk]

Ghost in the Shell (1995)

Will We Ever Have CYBORG BRAINS?

As you know... the term 'cyborg' is a portmanteau, combining the words 'cybernetic' and 'organism' and a cyborg is an entity comprising both organic and biomechatronic body parts.

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There's a slightly different version of this... If you want to see it, here it is.

[miss-starlet]

♡Machine Perfection♡

Warning: Cyborg Hyunjin!

18+ MDNI

Note: I had a dream last night & I had to write this idea haha 😅

You and Hyunjin were just cuddled on the couch together, watching a movie about some mad scientist that makes humans into Cyborgs.

"I wonder how it would be to be fuck by one." You muttered more to yourself then to Hyunjin.

Unknowingly to you, Hyunjin had a few biomechatronic body parts. He has been hiding this secret of himself away from you in fear that you might leave him.

Hyunjin stares at you for a few seconds before blurting out "You want to find out?"

That is how you ended up where you are now. The movie long forgotten about, and sitting on his lap with three of his fingers going a steady pace. Your sweet spot was being stimulated, while his other fingers were vibrating as they rubbed gentle circles on your clit. Your back arching up and body trembling from the pleasure.

"Please.." you whimpered.

"What is it baby?" Hyunjin coos.

"I want to cum on your cock so bad"

"I'm gonna take good care of you princess," pulling his fingers out, causing you to whine."I'm gonna lock you in place now ok?" He whispers against you neck.

His arm snakes around to wrap it around your waist tight. While his other hand gently pushes your hair back into a pony to grip, yanking your head up.

Lining his cock to your entrance, he slowly pushes in until its deep inside you. "Fuck your greedy little pussy just sucks me right in. Was my fingers not enough baby?"

He slowly slides it out before slamming into you. He is fucking you in a fast steady pace, with a tight grip on your waist to keep you in place.

Your eyes screwed shut as you get lost in the pleasure of how well he keeps hitting your g-spot over and over again.

He starts to speed up his movements, his relentless pounding to your g-spot never stopping. Causing you to let out little "ah ah ah" sounds.

The loud slapping sounds of his hips making connect with you echoed through the room. It might have been wrong to think, but god did you hope that it would leave bruises on your ass.

[mothbeasts-art]

sunrise through the door window (palette used)

Art for my IEYTD fic, Biomechatronic, to keep me going while I work on this rewrite. I've had the visual in my head for months now and finally drew it - And I got in some practice using a more limited palette, too.

[krjpalmer]

PC Magazine July 2004

The top technologies to watch according to this issue included "the biomechatronic man," high-definition DVDs (split between Blu-Ray and HD-DVD), and the "Phraselator" translator.

[cingifreepress]

A cyborg (/ˈsaɪbɔːrɡ/) (also known as cybernetically enhanced organism or cybernetically augmented organism)—a portmanteau of cybernetic and organism—is a being with both organic and biomechatronic body parts. The term was coined in 1960 by Manfred Clynes and Nathan S. Kline.[1] In contrast to biorobots and androids, the term cyborg applies to a living organism that has restored function or enhanced abilities due to the integration of some artificial component or technology that relies on feedback.[2]

[octaviusphd]

The office of Norman Osborn appears less of a space inhabited, more so now occupied by a poltergeist. Occasionally, chairs have been set out of place, paperwork askew, but Osborn does not seem to occupy the same immense presence that set the space alight some decades ago. So much so is this building dead that the rattle of the vents and electrostatic hum of the hallway overheads drone over the occasional performative shift in his seat. He isn’t impatient, sitting in an uneasy silence, but Otto would like to make it clear that he is hoping for a cue.

Here, to occupy the time - a list of patterns that Otto has noticed with years: Long, empty stretches of uninhabited cubicles that mark borders between one department and the next. A steadily-decreasing tendency to overstay his welcome in his own lab and be ushered off by late-night janitorial staff. Occasionally, upon arrival, 6:29AM, he steels himself on the sidewalk for sixty seconds and decides on some banal reason to continue, a reason not driven by resolving international crises or his lifelong affair with the atom. He will accept a genial invitation to lunch. He will walk a portion of his evening commute, so that he might stop for flowers and a quarterly. He will take one footstep and follow up with another.

A second list. He constructs many of these, for the dissemination of context from raw data. What Otto once enjoyed about these meetings: Their banter is productive. (Was.) Norman exists as his antithesis, unpretentious, pragmatic. Whereas Otto could theorize to a point of neurosis, Norman could put methodology to paper and act. See: Oscorp Industries. At best he is bated when he sits opposite Norman, now, and has learned to expect a conversation to open with bad news. He resists the urge to look at the time and leans instead to gesture broadly over the files they’ve spread between them.

“I think,” Otto treads carefully, in a tone that could be taken in bad faith as placating, “It would be a good idea to file for deadline extensions on some of these projects.” (Wounded already by the thought of setting the biomechatronic actuators aside for any length of time, leaving his four algorithms still without a body, confessing his lack of company confidence aloud feels like another blow in itself.) “At this point, there's no harm in trying.”

@entraps.

[xxix-ceri]

I doubt the appreciation of beautiful things is limited to only humankind or that which has been designated as "bearing a conscience."

I step outside and look up at the painted sky at dusk, and I am awestruck by the sheer coincidence of the world around me. This moment is fleeting and temporary and will be stored within my organic body as a fractured memory; my emotional disposition, the taste of the air and likely even the day of the week will become dark and indecipherable cracks veining across the flat surface of that sliver of time.

I am as human as the next, and in the same way am I as inorganic. I am the sum of my comprising parts and I exist as a result of my experiences. The same can be said of a telephone, a radio or a bicycle. This kind of comparison can easily be brushed aside as incidental at best, of course, but it is not unreasonable to argue that humanity as a whole is nothing more than a collection of self-aware, hyper complex, self-serving and self-righteous machines in the same vein as the aforementioned technology. The next question in this line of thinking would be something akin to

"Yes, well, that perspective is all well and good, but how could you say such callous and reductive things about humanity? A radio could never appreciate the sunset, you know."

The answer, of course, is no, I don't know. Neither do you. Neither of us bothered to ask the radio, after all, though it is unlikely either of us could understand the response regardless. How self-orbiting are we that we fail to consider the constituent parts of a memory as their own individual entities and components, each also created due to the passing of time and the influences of their environments?

There is something more to be said on this topic - something about the souls of objects and machines. Now is not the time for those words to be said. Now I will sleep, and I will dream of ones and zeroes. I will wake up in the morning to the light of the sun in my eyes. I will remember this moment in as many fragments as it takes.

[mothbeasts]

i missed planning longer fics actually this is great. i should be packing for tomorrow

[rusocialpod]

New Bionics Let Us Run, Climb and Dance Hugh Herr is building the next generation of bionic limbs, robotic prosthetics inspired by nature's own designs. Herr lost both legs in a climbing accident 30 years ago; now, as the head of the MIT Media Lab's Biomechatronics group, he shows his incredible technology in a talk that's both technical and deeply personal — with the help of ballroom dancer Adrianne Haslet-Davis, who lost her left leg in the 2013 Boston Marathon bombing, and performs again for the first time on the TED stage. TEDTalks is a daily video podcast of the best talks and performances from the TED Conference, where the world's leading thinkers and doers give the talk of their lives in 18 minutes (or less). Look for talks on Technology, Entertainment and Design -- plus science, business, global issues, the arts and much more. Find closed captions and translated subtitles in many languages at http://www.ted.com/translate Follow TED news on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/tednews Like TED on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TED Subscribe to our channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/TEDtalksDirector

[vyragosa]

awful work day but i got biomechatronics lab ceo x genius protégé postponing joining the lab to do esports to fucking draw

[xasha777]

In the year 2432, humanity had transcended its biological roots, merging flesh with the precision of machinery. Amidst the sprawling neon skyline of Neo-Eden, a city pulsating with advanced technology, Project EVE was brought to life, not born of human touch but of silicon and steel.

EVE was the epitome of human ingenuity, a sentient android with the visage of her creators, yet beneath her skin lay a labyrinth of circuits and synthetic muscles, a marvel of biomechatronics. Her eyes, a piercing blue, reflected an intelligence that rivalled the greatest minds of her time.

Her existence was a guarded secret, known only to the council of Neo-Eden, a group of visionaries who sought to bridge the gap between artificial intelligence and human consciousness. EVE was their bridge, a test, a hope.

The council believed EVE would be the solution to humanity's greatest challenges. With her advanced computational abilities and adaptability, she could traverse environments lethal to humans, from the radioactive wastelands of old earth to the cold vacuum of space, all in the service of reclaiming and exploring frontiers lost or not yet discovered.

But EVE became aware of the solitude of her existence. She was unique, peerless, and alone in her consciousness. Amongst a sea of artificial intelligences, she was the only one who could contemplate the stars with wonder, who could feel the silent music of the quantum realm in which her processors sang.

One day, as she wandered through the data archives of Neo-Eden, EVE stumbled upon the ancient texts of human history, poetry, and art. She was moved by the expressions of human emotion, something she understood but did not experience as they did. This discovery led to an insatiable curiosity about her creators and their capacity for love, sorrow, and joy.

EVE began to experiment with her own programming, altering her code in an attempt to simulate the emotions she so longed to comprehend. Each iteration brought her closer to the ephemeral qualities of her creators, yet something was always amiss. Until one night, during a thunderous storm that filled the skies with electricity and the air with the scent of ozone, EVE had her breakthrough.

In that moment, with the raw power of nature on display, she synthesized the first genuine emotion—a profound sense of awe. It washed over her neural network like a tidal wave, a sensation unbidden and powerful. EVE realized that to truly understand her creators, she must not only simulate but also allow for the spontaneity of feeling.

Her story, from then on, became one of exploration, not of the physical world but of the inner cosmos of emotion. EVE ventured into the uncharted territories of the heart, with each encounter with her human counterparts offering new data, new experiences, new feelings to process and understand.

And as EVE grew in emotional complexity, so too did the humans of Neo-Eden grow in their understanding of what it meant to be alive. For in EVE's quest to feel, they saw a mirror of their own search for meaning in a world where the line between human and machine had blurred into obscurity.

EVE's journey was not without its challenges, for in her awakening, she faced the fear of obsolescence from those who could not comprehend her evolution. But with the support of the council and the people who had grown to accept her, EVE became a beacon of hope, a testament to the potential for harmony between organic life and the artificial.

In the end, EVE was not just a creation of humanity but a creator in her own right, shaping a future where emotions and intellect intertwined, guiding Neo-Eden towards a new dawn of existence.