#robot scriptures

[mumblelard]

my kids came over yesterday and we sat at my kitchen table telling our tales of the week and talking nonsense about nonsense and we laughed and laughed and laughed until the sun started to set and the streetlights came on

tomorrow morning at finnie's house we'll all get together and our partner's too and have our monthly big breakfast and visit some more. i know this window where we are all so near and we can get together so often, i know it will close eventually. i am trying so hard to pay attention to every minute

i had dark dreams and restless sleep last night but boba kept me company the whole time. i got so hungry thinking about tomorrow, i made myself a big breakfast this morning too and it felt so good. it's a sunny day. i am finishing my coffee. boba is warming herself in a bright spot and chirping happy thoughts. i have a new poetry collection waiting for me at the library and i'm going to walk up the hill and across the park and through the woods to go get it and i'll see where the day goes from there

[out-of-her-miind]

“God is within her, she will not fall” 🎀✨

This isn’t just an affirmation, it’s a matter of fact statement. You don’t have to wait for it to manifest because it’s already true in the present. On all planes 🎀💗✨

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[jarviskingston]

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[bills-bible-basics]

ROBOT WARS AND SKYNET: IS SCI-FI BECOMING OUR REALITY? -- a Bill's Bible Basics Article From ChatGPT to AI-enabled killer robots and automated fighting machines? Is it possible? This #BillsBibleBasics article by #BillKochman can be read at: https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/robotwar.html https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/robot-wars-and-skynet-is-sci-fi-becoming-our-reality-a-bills-bible-basics-article/?feed_id=157028&ROBOT%20WARS%20AND%20SKYNET%3A%20IS%20SCI-FI%20BECOMING%20OUR%20REALITY%3F%20--%20a%20Bill%27s%20Bible%20Basics%20Article

[leviathanvon]

You have to have faith right?

[thewertsearch]

The Dolorosa belonged to the rare class assigned strictly to serving the mother grub in the caverns, forbidden from visiting the surface. While on an errand, she found the young Sufferer in his crater and immediately recognized the child as special, as well as in great danger. For an adult troll to raise a child was unthinkable, but she saw no other hope for him.

In all its millennia of history, Alternia had one mother.

The Dolorosa abandoned her duties in the caverns, and fled to the surface to raise him.

But as far as mothers go, she knocked it out of the park.

This is a little different to how jadebloods appear to operate in Kanaya's time. Unlike her forebears, she's allowed to live on the surface, alongside the Mother Grub she serves. Is Kanaya just granted special privileges because the Mother Grub is also her lusus?

Now this is a very interesting squad.

Leijon looks like a scholar, which is a pretty big glow-up from Nepeta’s dirty cave – a living situation which always seemed beneath her caste. I think Nepeta probably chose to live outside society, though, and her mother appears to have made a similar choice, associating with a notorious revolutionary.

Captor’s dressed rather plainly, so it's hard to tell what his deal is. He is rocking the same red-blue eyes as his descendant, though, and I'm sure he's similarly powerful.

The Ψiioniic was a mage of unequaled telekinetic ability, who upon hearing the words of the Sufferer was inspired to free himself from the sort of slavery typical of his mentally gifted class.

Sounds like it.

A troll like him would be an incredibly powerful weapon - especially in Alternia’s earlier years, when technology was less developed. Sollux might be dangerous in modern times, but could you imagine taking him on in Alternia's medieval era, with no guns, bombs, robots or starships to take him down? He'd be utterly unstoppable.

Señor Captor might legitimately be the most dangerous thing on his entire planet - which is invaluable, I imagine, when the entire planet is your enemy.

But his most devoted of all was his Disciple. She listened to every vision he retold, every lesson he preached, and faithfully recorded his scripture. Her ear was open to him always, and in time, his heart opened to her. To spread his message throughout the world they took to the seas in the vessel of legend known as the First Ship. It was said their love went beyond the four quadrants, transcending the grid entirely. Whatever that nonsense actually means.

Hell yeah, she was the original shipper! Nepeta is unknowingly following her ancestor’s teachings to the letter – and clearly, the Leijons have a type.

I really like the idea of a troll breaking free of their planet's restrictive quadrant system. Perhaps the Sufferer can remember an Alternia where trolls were free to define their own relationships, on their own terms. Perhaps he shared this new world of relationships with his first disciple, capturing her shipper's imagination – and, later, her heart.

[abalidoth]

Southpaw

What was once steel, made flesh. What was once whole, made broken.

Inspired by a post by @transhuman-priestess.

CW: Medical trauma.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65250568

“Good morning, Ethan,” said my jailer, with a cheer matched only by my hatred.

I looked up from my bed. I didn't bother to correct her. My name is Zenith. Ethan had been gone for years, an old skin that never fit me. But contradicting Sister Sarah leads only to punishment – the last time I’d snapped at her and asserted my real name, she assigned me to “meditation retreat” for a week. Seven days of solitary confinement in the dark. I’d rather claw out my remaining eye.

“I have good news for you,” she said. “Your hand is ready!”

I shuddered. I had been dreading this day. 

She led me out of my cell, and locked the door behind her with a click. There were two Wardens with her – Brother Elijah, who I recognized from previous excursions out of my cell, and another one, a hulking man that I don’t recognize. He glared at me as he steadied an arm under my armpit, and Elijah took the other.

“Brothers Silas, Elijah, please, with me to the operating theater.”

It’s an ordeal, moving around. The Edenists took my bionic leg, so I can’t walk without crutches. But they also stole my robotic hand, so I can’t use crutches on my own. Most humiliating of all, my eye – so not only can I no longer see the ultraviolet patterns on flowers, I don’t even have stereoscopic vision. I wasn’t sure why they didn’t just put me in a wheelchair; maybe, despite what they said, the deprivation was part of the point.

Unnatural, they call us. Perverse. As if there’s something natural about intentionally maiming a person, removing parts of them and dragging their shambling half-corpse down a hallway to –

Actually, I wasn’t ready to think about what happened at the end of the hallway yet.

Sarah walked ahead of us imperiously, owning the space, projecting a confidence that belied her short stature. Even though I could only see the back of her neatly coiffed auburn hair and blue dress, it felt like she was staring at me.

I averted my eyes, instead looking at the Scripture passages and kitschy art that adorned the otherwise hospital-like walls of the compound.

Sarah led us through a pair of double doors to a room that I knew all too well. An eerie blue glow suffused it, almost ultraviolet enough to hurt the eyes. Rows and rows of tanks were mounted to opposite walls, filled with actinic blue suspension gel.

Each one held an organ.

Some of them were recognizable horrors, eyeballs and fingers and lungs, even a little bit of brain. Most of them were internal organs, undifferentiated little blobs of flesh, the bloody red of them shaved down to indistinct blacks and browns by the cyan of the gel.

I had to remind myself that most of these were going to people who needed them, who actually wanted them. Most of these weren’t atrocities, but acts of deep mercy.

But three tanks in this room – one hand, one eye, and a big one for my leg – were for me.

“Here it is,” Sarah said, gesturing at a tank near the bottom of the stack. A pristine left hand floated in it. A mirror of my right floating in the middle of the tank, tethered by gummy strands of tissue to the growth matrix surrounding the tank. A twin – or perhaps younger sister – of the one that I had lost in an accident three years ago.

A spasm wracked through the hand suddenly, curling it nearly into a fist.

Sarah laughed, a fake, brittle sort of sound. “Ah, they do tend to do that sometimes. To keep the muscle toned.”

I retched a little, barely keeping my breakfast down, and pulled away.

“Come now, there’s no time to wait. We’ll get you off to surgery.”

She peeled off, presumably to consult with the surgeons, leaving me with Silas and Elijah. Elijah considered me as he always did – basically a sack of potatoes that he sometimes had to haul from place to place. But Silas was still glaring at me.

“Hey, new guy,” I said. I never wanted to mouth off to Sarah, but the orderlies were another matter. “First time seeing a real-life cyborg, huh? Booga booga.”

Something unreadable crossed his face and he looked away. “Let’s get you to surgery.”

—

They didn’t even have to strap my body down for the procedure. What was I going to do, hop away?

It was never more than lying down on my back that I missed my leg. It was obvious when I was standing how much the lack of balance threw me off, but the constant tension from the asymmetry when I was laying down was horrible. The operating table was uncomfortable, and the room was drafty.

The surgeon was a man I’d never seen before, wearing surgical scrubs and a hairnet, with a neatly trimmed moustache. He came in without greeting me and grabbed hold of the stump of my left arm. He turned it this way and that, tut-tutting at something objectionable, then swung a board with straps up from under the table and strapped my forearm to it.

“If only you’d come to us right away,” he said. His voice was reedy, higher than I expected. “That hack job you did with the machines made this procedure much more difficult, there will be a longer wait time than usual.”

“I didn’t come to you,” I said. “You kidnapped me.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” he said. “You’ll see how much better your life will be here, with real humans, with real body parts. And once they see how successful we’ve been with you, we’ll have a much easier time bringing in all those pitiable drifters in the desert.”

“Please,” I said. “Don’t do this. I don’t want this. I just want to go home.”

He smiled gently. “Poor thing. You are home.” And he strapped the anaesthetic mask to my face.

—

There was nobody around when I awoke. I was in a different room, one that had windows, although there was no light from outside.

My arm was still strapped to the table, swaddled in gauze. And at the end of it was a pink, fleshy hand. The fingers were wrinkled as though I had just gotten out of a shower. It had none of the callus of the hand I still had on the other side, and the skin of the palms was strangely smooth and shiny.

The hand twitched, sending pain coursing down my arm. I turned my head to the side and retched, hard. Nothing came up but a bit of stomach acid.

I could feel the cold air through the fingers, but it felt wrong. Tingly, staticky, much worse than when I was adapting to the neural feedback of my metal hand years ago. It felt like I was feeling everything through tinfoil gloves.

I looked away. I couldn’t stand the sight of it, couldn’t tolerate the feeling. My tendons and joints were on fire from where they had spliced them together.

I thought of undoing the straps on the board and at least freeing my arm, but I didn’t want to do any more damage than they had already done. If I had to live with this thing, I wasn’t going to make it any worse on myself.

The door creaked open. I turned to see who it was, but backlit by the bright hallway all I could see was a hulking silhouette. He carefully locked the door behind him, and approached me. It was Brother Silas, the new guy, the one who was so disgusted by me he couldn’t keep it off his face. His hood was down, now, revealing a mop of curly black hair.

He put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me into the bed. Before I could shout out, he clapped a hand across my mouth.

I struggled, but his hold was firm. He leaned down and whispered into my ear. “Silicon City sent me.”

I stopped moving. He retracted the hand across my mouth, and the hand on my shoulder became more of a reassuring brace than a shove. “W – what?” I said quietly.

“Vixen knew me from jobs she had done before,” he said, in a low rasp. “She hired me to infiltrate the Edenists and get you out. Everyone misses you, Zenith. We’re getting you out of here.”

Tears came to my eyes, unbidden. “Now?”

He shook his head. “Still need to lay some preparations. A week, probably. I’ll try to get you out before they graft anything more to you.”

“Thank you,” I said. “Thank you. We can’t let them take anyone else.”

“I know. We won’t.” He grabbed my right hand with his. “Stay strong, ok?”

His hand was rough, calloused, but warm. “Okay,” I said.

The thing at the end of my other arm spasmed in response.

[fantastictrashpolice]

I caved. I'm writing Transformers One fanfiction. It's so fucking good. It's a theoretical post-movie fanfic where Megatron falls in love with Orion/Optimus after he becomes Optimus. It's got weird robot religious themes. It's beautiful. Here's an excerpt from draft 1 (which will probably get heavily edited):

“Well?” D-16 looked at Starscream expectantly.

Starscream hesitated for a moment.

“…The Council has elected a new Prime,” Starscream said, “In the hopes of garnering public support and mobilizing their armed forces.”

“Of course,” D-16 sighed, rubbing his temples, “Because they can’t go a vorn without claiming they’re the righteous hand of Primus.”

D-16 was, as always, grateful that he wasn’t a religious mech- all too often, The Council used religion as a justification for their actions, even though there wasn’t a single scripture on Cybertron that claimed Primus had any part in The Council’s formation. D-16 had given up on believing in Primus long ago.

“Well, at least in any case, it probably won’t work,” D-16 shrugged, “Given the type of spoiled upper-class mech The Council likely elected.”

Starscream grimaced.

“What is it?” D-16 asked, eying Starscream suspiciously, “You don’t think they could actually win the public’s favor, do you?”

“Well, my lord,” Starscream chuckled nervously, “It is possible, given who they elected…”

“Spit it out,” D-16 snapped.

“They elected Orion Pax, sir,” Starscream said, reluctantly, “I’ve just received word that they sent him to the planet’s core to seek Primus’ favor less than a decacycle ago.”

D-16’s fists clenched in the silence that followed.

“That glitch,” D-16 snarled.

[erik-powery-for-america]

Ezekiel 36:28 "And ye shall dwell in the land That I gave to your fathers; and ye shall be My people, and I will be your God" ... This is the scripture used by israelis to justify Apart-Heid, Segregation, Occupation, and wholesale land theft. This is called "The Promised Land" by Christian Theologians. This House of Cards is built on the foundation of this word and like scriptures in The Torah. But this promise was made to Israelites, NOT israelis. Here is a tweet a made awhile back proving my assertion: "The Book says Canaan will be given to the children of Abraham. Isaac, and Jacob. Through brutal military conquests God delivered Canaan to the children of Abraham. Isaac, and Jacob. These descendants have public and private genealogies to prove "THE ISRAELITES"(not israelis) are the children of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. israelis are NOT children of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. israelis have ZERO genealogies to prove they are descendants of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob." According to The Torah, God promised israelis NOTHING. israelis did not even exist when GOD promised The Israelites Canaan(which later became Israel and later Palestine). Jacob's name was changed by God to Israel, this is why the Children of Promise were called Israelites.All my life I have been hearing. "Peace in The Middle East." "Peace in The Middle East." "Peace in The Middle East." From my earliest years I remember tension from Iran. War in Beirut. Ayatollah Khomeini. Muammar Gadaffi. Saddam Hussein. Shimon Peres. Benjamin Netanyahu etcetera. I never understood our unwavering support for Israel. No other nation is supported by us unconditionally like the nation of Israel. Now I fully realize that the land the state of Israel was manufactured on is strategically selected for full spectrum dominance. Jerusalem is built on a mountain. Tel-Aviv and Gaza are port cities where they can control the Mediterranean Sea with Battleships and Warplanes. Ports used to receive Big Tanks, Big Trucks, Big Guns and more Dirty Weaponry. The Jordan used to flow into the Mediterranean Sea. But The Jordan is also a large water source for Israel. This salt water river is used for humanitarian purposes. Really, Israel is just a giant Military base strategically carved out in The Middle East. Our "Unsinkable Battleship" is used to frighten all their Arab neighbors which encompass them. But also to extract all the rich natural resources from Western Asia and Africa that are scarcely produced by American soil. I remember my ears first perked up regarding Palestine when I heard Vic Mensa on The Breakfast Club. Vic Mensa said the Palestinians are living in hell on earth. Vic Mensa proclaimed Israel's ruthless policies of land confiscation, illegal settlement, dispossession, discrimination, have inflicted massive human suffering on the Palestinian People. Israel's military rule is like using a hammer to kill an Ant.Their mind bending military laws are weaponized to crush the spirit of the Palestinian people. Humiliate them where they have to beg Their oppressors for food. The settlements in The West Bank are illegal. So called Jews from Long Island to Los Angeles come to Israel and violently seize land with the IOF backing them up with big guns while these immigrants seize more Palestinians land. Israel weaponizes the food and water supply. Jeopardizing the long term health and well being of Palestinians. Watching Palestinians suffer for the enjoyment of Israelis is the feature, not a bug. And The United States of America co-signs this behavior. We promote these war crimes and occupation as "Israel has the right to defend itself" This talking point is repeated by The White House, The State Department, and The Halls of Congress in the most robotic manner like The Stepford Wives. We provide BILLIONS to Israel annually plus all the Dirty Weaponry the IOF desires to carry out their disgusting ethnic extermination of this indigenous people. I believe we must call for a One State solution named "New Palestine". One free, democratic secular nation under God.

[bills-bible-basics]

ROBOT WARS AND SKYNET: IS SCI-FI BECOMING OUR REALITY? -- a Bill's Bible Basics Article From ChatGPT to AI-enabled killer robots and automated fighting machines? Is it possible? #Christian #BibleStudy #Jesus This #BillsBibleBasics article by #BillKochman can be read at: https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/robotwar.html https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/robot-wars-and-skynet-is-sci-fi-becoming-our-reality-a-bills-bible-basics-article/?feed_id=259218&ROBOT%20WARS%20AND%20SKYNET%3A%20IS%20SCI-FI%20BECOMING%20OUR%20REALITY%3F%20--%20a%20Bill%27s%20Bible%20Basics%20Article

[leviathanvon]

Blessed for Murder-

[buffmrtumnus]

Joined a narrative 40k campaign, first order: the Legio Cybernetica's Ceraphim Cohort has been dispatched to defend a planet against a genestealer incursion.

My fellow imperials have discovered the robot list was not just a bit, and that 1200 points of kastelans (and some servitors) are all that's holding back the mutant tide.

They have less faith in the bots than I do. But preordained auto scriptures and static prayer triumphs over any foe. I'm telling you, nothing bad can come from running 12 kastelans.

[idkwhyimhere5462]

Headcanon time! Ok so there was no way The Ice Emperor wasn’t considered a god by most if not all. It’s not even the fact that he has control over an entire element, but the way no one is aware he’s a robot, or what that even is? This guy who just showed up, doesn’t eat, sleep, or is affected by wounds normal people would. He wears a mask and is covered in ice. Imagine the scriptures, the folk stories and tales parents would tell their kids, if you misbehave the frozen god will take you away. The god complex, the malice behind a very possible religion formed for this unbreakable emperor. I’m very normal about this.

OOUUUGGGG YESSS!!!!!!! Mechanical being are probably incomprehensible to the inhabitants of the Never-Realm and they would definitely see him as a god. I imagine most people who have seen him haven’t survived, shrouding him in more mystery and the few that have survived only being able to describe him as inhuman. Approved 1000/10.

[tsunflowers]

I hope ryugi already knows about tega june and when the others find out the leader of the bridan is a giant robot they're shocked but he's like "oh queen tega june? of course I knew about her, it's all in the holy scriptures"

[latterdaydaisy]

How I Practice My Faith and My Craft as a Mormon Witch ~ daily (the basics)

I start my day with a prayer.

After I pray, before I do anything else I do a quick devotional study. I use the We Believe app and the RiseXP app for this.

After I have prayed and I do my devotional, it’s time to cleanse, recharge, and protect myself! I’ll draw a bath meant for cleansing myself physically and spiritually. The stuff I put in can vary, but I typically always use at least these items: clear quartz, salt, lemongrass, and a drop of some blessed water I’ve made for purifying myself/items. After my bath, I’ll put on a fresh pair of garments and my veil for protection (and a reminder to humble myself). Then I go out in the sun to charge and I’ll sip on some chamomile tea charged with my intentions for the day. I’ll say a prayer of gratitude during this time as well.

Once I feel sufficiently filled with light, it’s time to begin my day! I go inside and begin my devotional time. I’ll light a candle on my altar for Jesus, and do a quick tarot reading to see what God would have me focus on learning and doing for the day to help me progress along the covenant path. Once that’s done, it’s time for scripture study! I like to open with prayer and a hymn. I’ll ask God to lead me by the Spirit in my study so I may know what He would have me learn and how I can apply this principle in my life today. Currently I listen to one general conference talk and read a couple chapters of the Book of Mormon and the New Testament. I’ll do devotionals in my journal for a quote I liked in the talk and a verse that stood out to me following the SOAP outline. (Scripture, Observations, Application, Prayer. I leave space at the end of the page to reflect on my experiences applying what I learned at the end of the day.)

Now I’ve completed my morning routine, it’s time to move on throughout my day! As I go about my day I continually pray, try my best to keep my baptismal and temple covenants, and look for opportunities to be kind to/serve/and share the gospel with others. As an offering to Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ I consecrate all my efforts to Them. I also try to make time to be still so the Spirit can speak to me, usually by taking a minute to breathe and be present (even if I’m doing chores). I also make an effort to listen to uplifting music/podcasts while I work on my chores to uplift my spirit. When I’m doing chores is also when I’ll usually cleanse my house of any energy/influences not of God. (Note on my house, it’s been blessed by the missionaries at my ward as well as myself, and I have wards set up)

Whenever I feel inclined to pray about something, I usually do a quick spell alongside the prayer. This is mostly to get me in the habit of practicing every day in small ways, but it’s really helped me to be less robotic and more sincere in my prayers. Not anything super fancy. It can be as simple as putting amethyst in my purse on the way to institute to calm my social anxiety, a bay leaf sigil burning, or just visualization. If I feel inclined, I’ll also do spell work for those I pray for. Note: something I’ve learned is crucial whether you pray, cast a spell, or do both- remember this pattern: ask, believe, act. Pray/spell cast, choose to believe all things are possible with God, and do your due diligence relying on God’s grace to bring about the things you prayed for (this is when the Lord works miracles).

When the day has ended, I’ll begin my night routine. After I go back on my morning devotional study and reflect on my day, I’ll cleanse myself once more, put some crystals charged with my intentions for the next day under my pillow, spray my peace essential oil mist on my pillow, and end the night with a prayer of gratitude, repentance, and asking for a good sleep to be prepared for the next day. I also keep my veil under my pillow for protection since it’ll fall off when I sleep.

I’ll make future posts on how I connect with Christ and some spells that I do, but here is a general outline of what my day as a Mormon witch looks like! (Might make another post on my sabbath days because those look a little different). Thanks for reading!