#biotechnics

[system-architect]

awkward plex staff photo for his inquest personnel document! yay! (+ flats version of it to make the post layout better lol)

[blue-creations28]

Character Design: Biotechnical Fairy

by Blue Wolny

[cebozcom]

L. Roy Papp

[jointhebrigade]

The TrendDown: Robot dogs are getting friendlier, Google fakes their AI demo, Meta stole your photos to train their AI, a massive robot factory is opening in the US, holograms can now fit in your pocket, DNA data storage is here, and we are one step closer to a breakthrough in fusion power. Plus a lot more.

[webcrawler3000]

More biotech.

[xcherricutie]

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ shit sandwich ᯓ★

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[Shadow the Hedgehog × Reader]

[Word Count - 2k]

[Summary - Forced to become a villain, you think your life is completely over, but a certain hedgehog shows you otherwise]

[Tags: Swearing. Idk if you could tell by the title but there's a lot of swearing. Shadow drops an F NUKE. Reader is written as a female human, but you can read however you like, it's never mentioned. Pretty platonic, mostly just the reader and Shadow bonding over their misery]

[Notes: I'm gonna be honest, Shadow is super OOC in this, I was kinda just having fun. I was listening to Loser, Baby from Hazbin Hotel while looking for oneshot ideas, and this came to me. I haven't written Shadow, or even played any games featuring him aside from SA2 in a while, so he might act a little silly goofy. I also wrote this in one night and it's 2 am so y'know]

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You had a life once, hopes and dreams that you aspired for. You didn’t ever let life get you down, always looking on the positive side. And you felt like you were actually doing pretty good in life. You had your own home, friends and family. You felt like you were at the top of the world. You didn’t think anything could take you down, turn your world upside down. 

And then he appeared. Just plucked you up from the streets as you were walking home one day. Told you no one would miss you, that he was doing you a favor. In one fell swoop, your whole life had been ripped from your grasp, and you lost everything, at the hands of the mad scientist, Doctor Eggman. 

He had promised you a better life, said you were the first in a series of experiments to create artificial life. He had stripped away your humanity, turned you into a monster for his own use. He turned you against your own friends and family and forced you to attack your hometown as a “starting point”. You were his very first biotechnical android, trapped by the code he put in you, turning you into just another villain for his archenemy to take down. Your doom had already been sealed the moment he took you that fateful day, and the only thing you could do was watch. 

You let out a pained cry as your back hit the wall of a dark alleyway. As you slid to the ground, your bleary vision landed on the silhouette stretching before your feet, the moonlight casting the shadow of your foe. You tilted your head up, ignoring the pain that shot through your back and neck, your eyes immediately drawing to the bright red pools glaring down at you. You knew you were dead the moment you had become an android, but it was just your luck that you were up against the morally grey side of the hedgehog counterparts. Shadow the Hedgehog, once someone who had worked alongside the Doctor, now someone who went around destroying everything related to the Doctor, regardless of innocence. Not that you were innocent anymore, you knew you had to accept your fate, but Shadow didn’t make it any easier. 

You didn’t even bother trying to speak on your behalf. You were fully capable of it, you had freedom on that part. The only thing in your life you couldn’t control was the strong urge to destroy everything in your path. You couldn’t resist it; it was in your own coding to destroy without regard. So there was no point in trying to prove your own innocence. 

You couldn’t even fight anymore, Shadow had made certain of that. With your eye blackened and swollen, your bones ached and begged for you to stay down. Every twitch of your muscles made them throb, leaving you to lay on the ground, waiting for what you could only hope to be a swift end. But it seemed your luck wouldn’t allow that, as the sound of his approaching footsteps stopped just before you. 

You forced your head to lift just enough to see what the holdup was, brows furrowed in confusion as you looked up to see his face. The moonlight shone down through the cloudy sky, his body blocking the light from you, surrounding you in his cold silhouette. But through the darkness, you could see his bright red eyes, and the confusion in them. 

“Why?” 

You almost didn’t catch his singular word of question. Blinking, you looked up at him with wide eyes, your mind disoriented and foggy. You had even begun to wonder if you had imagined it, until you heard his gruff voice speak up, much more annoyed this time. 

“Why are you doing this? You look like just a regular person, you don’t have any business with the Doctor,” Shadow spoke, bending slightly at the hips, staring into your eyes. You could only look up at him in shock, astounded that he would even take the time to ask you such a question. From everything you had heard about Shadow, he wasn’t one to ask questions. He was more the type to act first, ask questions later, or so you had assumed. What was so different now? 

“Don’t make me ask again.” Shadow’s eyes squinted, his patience quickly thinning. You swallowed thickly, taking in a quick, shaky breath. You had your opportunity to explain yourself, so why? Why were you hesitating? 

You had nothing to return to. Even if you somehow got out of the situation you were in, you had nothing left. Your friends and family were gone, running away from you. Your home was gone, your whole life was gone. This was all you had left, all you were. The villain you had been forced to become had consumed you and became your entire identity. 

You didn’t even realize your cheeks were soaked with tears until you choked on a sob, squeezing your eyes shut as you turned your head away in shame. You didn’t have any right to shed tears, you were a horrible person, weren’t you? Even if you were forced, even if you tried to resist, you had still done bad things. You still had to accept your responsibilities and let go of the hope that you could go back to your old life. 

Shadow’s eyes widened as he watched you turn away, raising a shaky hand to your face, trying to wipe away your tears. He couldn’t wrap his mind around you, around why you were like this. You showed up without warning some time back, going around city to city just destroying with reckless abandon. Or so that was how it had seemed at the time, but with the way you were breaking down in front of him now, he had his doubts that you enjoyed it or even wanted it. 

“You don’t want to, do you?” 

Your hands slowed to a stop as you looked up at Shadow, your tears streaming freely now. Hesitantly, you shook your head, unable to open your mouth. You were surprised he had even deduced that much, but then again, Shadow had been defying your expectations since the second you met him. 

Shadow sucked in a deep breath as he stood up straight, before looking down at you with what you thought was an almost sympathetic look. Your eyes widened as a hand was suddenly stretched outward to you, your gaze snapping between the hand and Shadow’s eyes. You only took the hand when you noticed Shadow’s growing impatience, his eye twitching with irritation. 

“What did he do to you?” Shadow asked, pulling you up and onto your feet, leading you out onto the sidewalk. You rubbed your arm nervously, tempted to just make a run for it, knowing you were stuck like this no matter what. The look Shadow gave you told you it was a bad idea to even think about trying, making you exhale in enervation. 

“Turned me into an android,” You muttered, avoiding Shadow’s gaze. You closed your eyes, as if to try and block out the world, your voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t control it. Sometimes, it’s just an accident. Sometimes, he forcefully directs me towards places he wants gone. I was just a normal person before he took me away from my home. I can’t go back even if I wanted to, he made me destroy everything I cared about.” 

You didn’t open your eyes to see his reaction. You didn’t care to see it; you didn’t want to see the pity in his eyes. You didn’t want your enemy pitying you, unable to help you. What could he do? Besides destroying you, there was nothing Shadow could do to help you, as far as you were aware. 

“Your whole existence seems fuckin’ hopeless,” Shadow muttered, making your eyes snap wide open as you looked down at him, completely dumbfounded. You didn’t think you’d ever heard anything quite as rude as the words that had just come from his mouth. You could feel yourself bristle as your fists clenched, nearly splitting at the seams with anger when Shadow’s voice dragged you from your violence-filled thoughts. “You think your life is wrecked, huh?” 

Your eye twitched with anger, rolling your eyes heavily as you slumped down onto the edge of the sidewalk, your muscles aching too much to care about fighting him. Just as you sat down though, you felt Shadow’s presence just behind you, an almost evil smirk pulling at his lips as he bent down to your level. 

“Well, let me just say, you’re correct,” 

“Wait, what?” You looked back at Shadow with wide eyes, your gaze lifting from his shoes as he backed up, up to the small smirk on his face as you met his stare. 

“You’re a loser, a fucked up whiny bitch,” Shadow’s grin grew almost sadistically as he noticed you flare up with anger, your fists clenched as you tried to get up, your tired muscles keeping you down. However, just as you had begun to turn away and ignore him, you heard his voice drop to a mumble. “You’re a loser, just like me.” 

Slightly surprised, you tried to shrug it off as you hugged yourself, giving Shadow the middle finger as you faced away from him. “Thanks, asshole.” 

Shadow rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips, an odd feeling blooming within him. He didn’t think he’d ever relate to anyone’s situation, let alone sympathize, but he supposed there was a first time for everything. 

“There was a time I thought no one could relate to me, but letting walls down can sometimes set you straight,” Shadow stood beside you, shooting you a small smile, as if to comfort you. But the glint of sadism hadn’t quite faded as his canines flashed. “We’re all living in the same shit sandwich.” 

You looked up at Shadow in shock, before an almost airy feeling washed over you, a giggle escaping your lips. And just like that, you had completely forgotten why you were mad in the first place, returning the smile as Shadow sat beside you. 

As the silence filled the air once more, your gaze was turned onto the full moon in the sky, basking in its cool blue hues of light. You sighed deeply, eyes drifting shut as you hung your head down. “I’m trapped and it gets worse with every hour.” 

Shadow stared down at your small, miserable form, before his eyes jumped to something in the distance, avoiding you as he spoke. “You’re a loser...” 

Shadow watched you bristle in the corner of his eye, making him smile as he continued. “But just maybe, if we eat shit together, things will end up differently.” 

And just as soon as he had angered you, Shadow had somehow stunned you into silence, your eyes staring into his. Your silence dragged on for an awkward moment, as if waiting for him to say some new obscenity to anger you, but it never came. You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you smiled. 

“You know, you make a pretty shitty friend,” You said, your words making Shadow chuckle softly. 

“So I’ve heard. But I mean it,” The smile on Shadow’s face faded as he turned to you, looking you directly in the eye. “I can find you the help you deserve. You shouldn’t have to be forced into a life of servitude for that man, and I’ll make sure you can get back a better life.” 

Shadow stood up, holding a hand out to you. But this time, you didn’t hesitate or think about it, placing your hand in his own, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Once again, Shadow had defied your expectations, pleasantly surprising you with his odd offer of something akin to a friendship. 

Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be like this in the beginning. You had never intended for your life to go this direction, but maybe it didn’t have to be so bad now. You had finally found the positive side, and had something to look forward to again, alongside your new friend, Shadow the Hedgehog.

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[multiplicationdivision]

Red Card

Brett loved being a referee in the year of 2048.

Nothing beat that feeling as he ran alongside the swarm of players, watching the tangle of young nanotech enhanced players weave in and out at superhuman speeds through the mud. Brett had been one of them years ago, but he could still keep up with the fleet of speedsters in his reliable living polymer under-armour and cleats. Feeling the rush as he tracked the semi-holographic ball, matching its speed as he streaked down the sidelines, his living clothes acting just as much as he did to keep his eyes trained on its movement through the air.

The sport still retained the same problems it always had, even despite how extreme technology had made it. Players still took every opportunity they could to win fouls, feigning injuries despite their titanium enhanced bones. Coaches still worked themselves up into their rages, caring far too much about a non-name league as if their egos hinged on winning every game. Crowds still cussed at him fro the sidelines at every one of Brett’s calls, whining as if it would make him care.

To all those overwhelming mountains of human garbage though, Brett had an ace up his sleeve. In his established rights as a judge and jury of these games he’d been given certain technological privileges.

If a player, coach or even observer were just a little too distracting, Brett could make something useful out of them. He had admins rights to anyone in his courts and a full copy of his biomatrix ready to fire and upload.

A repeat offender player Ashton screamed at him and in a moment Brett had activated the chip in his spine to repeat the same conversion it went through practically every week.

One moment Ashton was practically foaming at the mouth and the next he was squirming on the grass, likely feeling that ants crawling on the skin sensation of his nanotech expanding and restructuring. It worked off a template it had come to know well, pulsing with a ghostly blue radiation as it worked in overdrive.

Brett had been lured into this sidegig just for these privileges. Hell it was practically expected to be used at least once every day, lest he be unable to keep up with the day of games. Bret couldn’t be in two places at once, except when he had a troublesome volunteer.

Ashton’s blond mop of hair would retract into his head, a pulse of blue changing the sandy yellow into thick brown. The frat boy’s patchy whisps of facial hair thickened into a healthy stubble, just like how Brett had shaved it that morning. Angry eyes turned calmer as Ashton’s biotechnical brain overlaid a fresh perspective, overpowering any of his meager young memories and personality with a copy of Brett’s own dominant mind.

The young man grew much less young as his teammates watched mostly apathetically, although a trained eye could catch envy in some of them, especially as Ashton’s leaner frame gave way to Brett’s own larger set of muscles. Sure, the set now replacing ashton’s body were a recreation by nanotech, but the memory of Brett’s years in the gym filtered in with them, enlaying muscle memory and experience into the guy’s synthetic nerves.

Even the superficial details eventually got transferred. A scar from his own years of playing on his neck. The tattoo he’d gotten months ago reflected back at him, having been drawn precisely as every bit of Brett replaced the angry twenty year old who’d body checked a teammate.

The transformation was complete when the other Brett looked at him, just the same as him in every important way. The same confident grin and a challenging look in his eyes aimed right at him. They were a competitive person, even in his role as a ref.

A few quick transfers of his outfit code to his other self and Ashton’s dirty uniform melted into a copy of Brett’s, down to the same semi-personality running through their living clothes. It enwarpped both of them, urging some semblance of camaraderie.

“Well this is my game to ref now, 1.0” the other Brett said, already talking down to his original. “Why don’t you set up for the game in field 7?”

Brett would narrow his eyes but give up the game to his copy. Let the new guy have a head start as his prime self showed why he was the truest Brett.

It was a game they played to no one else’s knowledge, he and the clones he’d collect over a game day. A game of one-up-men-ship that decided the prime Brett by the end of the day. Losers get turned back into the players and whoever showed the greatest performance by their invisible scores got to go home as the real him. Whether that Brett was the actual original hardly mattered. It was fun like this. Hell it was probably the same for the thousands of other refs across the country, as well as the other folks abusing this tech.

Maybe the Brett who’d set up today would fall behind and get replaced with a template of Ashton at the end of the day. Maybe one of his collection of new brothers would go home the victor and start the next day as if nothing had happened.

Brett was going to win this game. So far he had never been the loser, but that was the flaw of always being the one remembered winning the coin toss. He couldn’t even conceptualize losing.

He was excited to see so many of himself lose. Just like always.

[huariqueje]

Biotechnical Interaction, minor - Janne Erkkilä , 2022.

Finnish, b. 1986 -

Pigments made from plants and mushrooms with artificial paints and recycled materials on canvas

[sha-brytols]

(shaking violently and uncontrollably) @mournmage reminded me of the cyberpunk au i've been brainrotting over and now it's everyone else's problems

hawke is a former nomad who moved to night city with their family and became a merc to support them

varric is hawke's fixer and the owner of a dive bar in heywood. the bar also functions as his front for smuggling goods and people across the border (he's actually the guy who snuck the hawke family into the city)

aveline is a war vet-turned street kid-turned ncpd recruit. she's been on the receiving end of the ncpd's abuse and corruption, but still believes there's a place for justice and reform in the force and works tirelessly to change the system from the inside (does it work? no ❤️)

anders is a ripperdoc and ex-corpo medic who was blacklisted from his job for refusing to implant military tech in a patient's head and then in a hysterical turn of events had it planted in his head by the company as retaliation. the chip in question is an engram of a former highly respected military commander who was executed for disobeying orders and trying to defect. he now lives rent free in anders' head and the two are constantly at war over control of his body

merrill is a nomad and edgerunner who was exiled from her family for messing around with technology that they had outlawed. she works as a netrunner for varric, who lets her sleep on a mattress in his bar's storage closet, and is desperately working on a dangerous experimental cyberware project to try to win back her clan's respect and return home.

fenris is an escaped corpo bodyguard who was heavily experimented on with prototype implants by the corporation who purchased him from his family. his biotechnical implants effectively make him a living part of the net, able to phase into the system and physically manifest in cyberspace. his escape didn't come without consequences: a glitch in the system means he can no longer safely disconnect from the net without triggering the bio-implant equivalent of a core meltdown

isabela is a solo who specializes in corporate espionage and theft. after getting a job from the wrong people, she ended up getting a hit placed on her head by one of the most dangerous fixers in the city and is currently laying low and working with varric as a runner until it blows over. she's a habitual thief and, unbeknownst to the rest of the crew, is still currently in possession of the object of her failed heist: a valuable, one-of-a-kind prototype bioware implant that's currently being hunted for across the entire city.

sebastian is a disgraced corpo/rockerboy who was next in line to take over his father's empire when his secret playboy lifestyle was exposed and he was ousted from his family and inheritance. he's since been forced to turn to the merc life to support himself, although his wealthy upbringing often leaves him out of touch with the realities of street life. varric took him in as a singer for his bar after seeing his talent at an amateur night at the local redlight club. he's a skilled sniper who fights using a modified rifle he stole from the family arsenal before being forcibly evicted from the compound.

sydney is a loser who hasn't played cyberpunk in over a year and her knowledge on the lore is patchy at best so if any of this isn't canon compliant yes it is ❤️

[theshinypumpkin]

The Ethics of Cross-Breeding Mokers

I want to preface this by saying that I am not an expert in clown husbandry. I'm a second year student studying the Biotechnics of Clownology. This means our focus is on trait curation in clowns opposed to daily care. As a side-note, I truly believe you cannot be an expert in clown husbandry without direct experience in the field. The degree does not mandate field experience, but I believe six months at a ranch or caring for injured, feral breeds temporarily as part of conservation is essential. With that out of the way, I'd like to talk about Mokers. It's an informal term you've probably heard floating around on tiktok, along with videos of visibly distressed clowns screaming. Mokers, shorthand for muppet joker, are meant to resemble a combination of the two. They were popularised pretty recently by a celebrity known as The Muppet Joker (the one rewriting the bible), but I'd like to keep politics out of this post so I'll save my thoughts on him for later. It is not his fault that lunatics are trying to replicate him, and it is honestly a bit creepy. I can't believe I have to say this, but muppets are not clowns! Whilst they are a member of the entertainus genus, not the corydon species which all modern clowns belong to. They can be kept as pets, but much like most exotic animals, they should not be! In the wild, muppets have been shown to respond positively to humans, occasionally even lending them advice and comfort, but in captivity, they develop severe psychological issues. The immediate comparison my mind makes is orcas. So, what does this mean for crossbreeding? In making mokers, most breeders are aiming for the green felt skin sported by Kermit the frog. It's visually striking, especially when combined with edgier aesthetics. As a reminder, jokers are not a breed of their own, as misrepresented in the batman movies. They are scare clown mutts, and I mean no disrespect in saying that. It just means that when breeding mokers, you are going to have a very difficult time keeping traits consistent. We know what to expect from circus clowns and harlequins, but mokers are not a breed recognised by F.O.O.L (Foundation of Onslaught Limitation) which focuses on controlling scare clown attacks. The ideal moker has green felt skin, naturally green hair, and vibrant yellow kermit frills combined with that of a circus clown. Yet somehow, there's also the unrealistic expectation that mokers should wear serious attire AND have the attitude of scare clowns? Factor in the fact that muppets can rarely breed with clowns, even if it is possible, and several issues pop up. Genetic deformities, the selling of failed mokers to unethical travelling circuses, and aggression. When making a moker, most breeders are looking for a loud, mean clown that is more mind games than real, physical damage (like the Muppet Joker, he is going to lose that duel). So, please, stop trying to crossbreed mokers, and stop buying them at extortionate prices. Not only are you endangering yourself, you're supporting an unethical industry. If any of you already have them, though, I'd love to hear your experiences.

[kvchandru]

Biotechnology in agriculture is revolutionising the way we produce food, offering innovative solutions to meet the demands of a growing global population. As we face challenges such as climate change, diminishing natural resources, and food security, biotechnology in agriculture stands out as a beacon of hope. This article delves into the various applications of biotechnology in agriculture, its benefits, potential challenges, and future prospects.

[amethystfairy1]

Hii hello!!! So, i was reading Thunderstorm Stunner (loved it so much by the way!!) and i got a question

So, Grian there already know Scar's story, all about experiments and how he volunteered, so i just wanted to ask, did Scar told him at some point this or this is like the common knowledge, like a Hotguy lore in the universe? Where from does he know that?

Hello Hello! So glad you enjoyed the newest fic!

Ok, Grian doesn't know a ton about Scar's upbringing and his time with the Institute. Literally he knows is that Scar "volunteered" with very big large cohersive air quotes, and that he was biotechnically enhanced, to a degree that may or may not have been against his will, because he was fifteen. That's it. He doesn't have any more details than that. And yes, it's because Scar has mentioned to him here or there little things and Grian has pieced together that much. It isn't common knowledge or lore within the AU!

[sineuna-biotech-official]

Greetings.

Introduction:

We are Sineuna Biotechnical, creator of the mechanized chassis used by Hemoth's Flower Corps. With a 400-year history spanning back to when Hemoth was still one of SecComm's colonial charters, we model our products after nature's flawless designs. Above all, we stand with the people of Hemoth to maintain the independence of our beautiful homeland.

Out of Character Moment:

This blog is dedicated to the Lancer campaign I am running called Bleeding Edge, set on the planet of Hemoth. Sineuna Biotechnical is a new manufacturer I made for this campaign with 6 unique semi-organic mechs and a long and storied history stretching back to the reign of SecComm.

Also, go follow my players @7th-mixed-ununofficial to hear about their adventures.

This is a side blog so I follow from @vagabond-circus.

Credits:

Banner photo taken by Simone Dalmeri on Unsplash (https://unsplash.com/@simone_dalmeri)

Temporary profile photo taken by János Patrik on Unsplash (https://unsplash.com/@patrikjanos16)

[webcrawler3000]

Did Alina catch some alien activity or what? Wth is this? Came speaking Deutsche.

[system-architect]

dumping my silly little inquest biotechnics divison related doodlings/Book Redraws?? here before i have to move and potentially lose access to my computer lmao. they dont make sense to anyone but me and sasha but its fine im jettisoning them out onto the internet anyway