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[ynrenggcluster]

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[bamsara]

Oooo, for the dialogue prompts "you should have thought about that before you got into a fight" and "I only wanted to help"

I love your works! Your art looks like itd taste like sour patch kids, v nice!! ^^

Sun (Mostly) Centric | Wordcount: 1,147 | AO3 Version

The world has not yet adjusted to the flood of robots merging with day-to-day society.

At least, not in the form they had taken prior. To say that there was some backlash was undercutting it; using arguments of humanity vs machine to its core, despite the clarity that those walking alongside them weren't just AI made to mimic human traits and personality, but sentient beings that develop their own. There's a difference between a chatbot app and your next-door neighbor who just so happens to be made out of metal.

Still, there is progress as much as there are incidents. A recent ruling states that all robots don't need to look human in order to receive the same amount of respect and rights (which is fantastic for all of Fazbear's line up of robots, considering they were animals in nature and all, in all franchises and pizza plexes across the country) but there were...incidents too, some of them making the news.

So when you're out doing some quick shopping for groceries one day and a stranger with a taut face and a sour attitude starts heckling Sun, and that heckling turns to harassment, and thus turns into him reaching for the back of the animatronic's head and pulling at the vulnerable wires there, you clock him.

Hard, actually. Your knuckles hurt like a bitch, but you don't have time to shake the feeling out from your hand because the guy sends one right back and oh, there you go, tumbling in the isle and knocking baking soda and sugar and other cake ingredients off the shelf as the two of you yell profanities and arguments while Sun has a metaphorical loading symbol over his head while he processes the last five seconds.

Now you're both banned from that store. The other guy is too, thankfully. Still sucks though. You didn't get to check out the ingredients for the cake.

"You're a real mess." Sun scolds you, dipping the rag back into the warm water, and bringing it back up to your face. He dabs at the dried blood under your eye, careful not to rub too harshly so as to not irritate the darkening skin beneath it. "Honestly. That could have gone so much worse-"

"Like pulling wires out of your head?" You interrupt. You're not too keen about the bathroom being turned into a lecture hall, and the lid of the toilet seat being your 'time-out' spot as he tends to you. "Yeah, sure. I'll just let the stranger rip out what is essentially your brain cords out of your flat skull and be fine with it."

Sun shoots you a look. The default smile is strained.

"What?" You hiss in the silent pause, and not because of the sting of your eye. "All I'm saying is that this-" A point to your face, "-is preferable than the other outcome."

"Our wires are welded in with steel, so I highly doubt a human could rip them out without some sort of power tool." Sun tuts. "You remember Parts n Service."

He had a point. The machine in Parts n Service did weld his arm back into place at the time, and all the other repairs since then didn't go without some sort of heat tool to make sure everything was properly molded in place. Still, you frown. "It's still fucked up that he did that, though."

"Language."

"We didn't even get the cake mix." A light dab on the eye, you bite your tongue as Sun clears the last of the dried blood from the area. "Shouldn't have banned us. Now we have to go across town to get groceries."

Sun pulls back the rag, stained pink and light brown with old blood, dropping it in the sink to be washed later. "You should have thought about that before getting into a fight."

"I was only trying to help!" You defend, continuing as Sun pulls out the disinfectant in a rather knowing manner. The cut underneath your eye from the guy's ring was about to sting like hell. "And it's not like I was the one who started it!"

He pours a dab of alcohol onto a cotton ball retrieved from the first aid kit, a small puff of white in between large silocone fingers, it's almost comical how he pinches it into place before crouching back down, the cotton ball hovering over your face. "Hush. This is going to sting."

Your mouth thins at the underlying tone of Moon's voice in his scolding, leaning away from the offending ball. "You're such a hypocrite."

A hand comes underneath your chin to hold you in place, thumb pressed into your jawline. "Stop whining."

"How would you feel, huh?" You wrinkle your nose as the disinfectant ball comes closer. "What would you do if someone attacked me like that?"

The cotton ball presses against the cut and you flinch, hard enough that your shoulders hike up and your neck tenses. It stings like hell, searing for a moment before dulling to an aching throb, a hiss in the back of your dry throat.

The Daycare Attendant's thumb keeps in place for a second, then pulls it away, expression unreadable. "The same thing we did the last time someone tried."

You grit your teeth, pressing your lips into a thin line as the stinging starts to fade.

"Though," He continues, pulling the cotton ball away and tossing it into the trash. "While your help is appreciated, It would be very much appreciated if we were to avoid something like that in the future!" He waves his hands, the bright smile returning, and Sun's fingers go behind your ear, pulling back out a colorful bandage. "I think it goes without saying that it makes me very sad to see you all hurt. Not fun at all!"

You blow hot air out of your nose in a huff as he applies the sticky bandage. "Hypocrite."

"There you are! Right as rain, dandy and peachy." Sun pulls back to observe his handiwork, and there's a slight pause. "Well, not quite. You've still got a bit of a shiner. I don't think I have a medicine for that one."

"It makes me look cool." You jest. "I look badass."

The animatronic sighs, heavy and loaded for a robot with no lungs, though his exasperation is evident in his voicebox. "Pulling my wires, our wires, please, you're constantly on them-" He's mumbling, quickly. Still talking even as he cradles your head gently by your jawline, and presses his faceplate to the skin above the black eye. "Afraid that's all I can give."

You wrinkle your nose, smiling. "I think a cake would be great too."

"Thanks to someone-" He starts, rising from a crouched position and taking your hand to help you stand. "It looks like we'll be ordering one from the bakery instead."

[hirocimacruiser]

Achieving a goal is the beginning of a new challenge. To run really fast, HKS thinks.

A drag race scene where people compete for 0.001 seconds over a distance of about 400 meters in just a few seconds. '91 is a drag field that demands quick response and power from the engine, clutch, suspension, and even a single drop of oil or gasoline, as well as durability and transmission ability to handle instantaneous high power. -In '95-'96, the ``HKS R32 DRAG GT-R'' won the series championship in the RRC Drag Race Championship for three consecutive years. The following year, in 1997, the ``HKS DRAG 180SX'' in the BERC Drag Race Championship Pro Stock class and the ``HKS R33 DRAG GT-R'' in the Pro GT-R class achieved the Avec Championship. Having achieved one goal in 1997, what we aimed for in 1998 is:

Quarter mile time in 9 seconds with FF base vehicle. They then talked about their know-how from drag racing to date, and ``HKS FF DRAG CELICA'' made its debut. The first goal was achieved on October 9, 1998 at Sendai Highlands with a time of 9.886 seconds. He further improved his time to 9.727 seconds, and in 1999 he set a goal of breaking the quarter mile in the 6-second range, and has already begun a new challenge. "Achieving a goal is the beginning of a new challenge" - HKS' never-ending battle continues

HKS

■Company overview

●Name HKS Co., Ltd. Established October 31, 1971

●Capital 607,475/Kawa Representative Director and President Naruyuki Hasegawa

●Location Head Office 2266 Kamiogawa, Kunikami City, 418-0192

●Business details

Development, design, and product sales of automobile parts, racing engines, turbocharger-related parts, and automotive components and systems Design, development, and manufacturing of original mufflers, suspensions, and engine parts Development of complete cars, development of aircraft engines

●Number of employees: 407 (333%, 74 women)

●Equipment overview

Experiment building: Dynamometer (1,000/800/600~300/200/PS) Chassis dynamo, exhaust gas analyzer

Old experimental building: Dynamometer (600/600-500-200/PS)

Manufacturing factory: 10ft machining center, 5 NC lathes, 41 cam polishing machines, 21 biston narai, 11 turning centers, 21 crank Kenjoshi, Monzen Kendanmei, 21 surface grinders, 1 gun drill machine.

Muffler factory: Pipe bender, robot welding machine, 1 laser machine, shell machine, multi-spot welding machine 11, 100T press, TIG welding machine, CO2 welding machine multi-stage

Muffler 2nd factory: Pipe bender / shirring / Yasuda machining center 1 piece

Suspension factory: Cold solid coiling machine, continuous coiling machine, surface grinding machine, shot peening machine, automatic setting machine, automatic load testing machine, etc.

●Affiliated companies

HKS Aviation Co., Ltd. HKS Service Center (Tokyo/West/Kyu)

HKS USA, INC (USA)

HKS EUROPE()

[vihattu-thethoroughbredofsin]

Humans Are Space Orcs and Transformers (some ideas)

Okay, a few posts on the topic "humans are space orcs and transformers" inspired me to expand this topic. Maybe some ideas from one of my reblogs will repeat, but what can I do.

The canon of transformers in all works has extremely belittled humans for an obvious reason — the central theme is cool robots, and people are templates for the viewer's projection (or budget savings, because it will be easier to draw / model people, so you can save on reducing the number of frames with robots).

But if we move away from this and look towards the realistic relationship between humanity and Cybertronians, then we could come up with a bunch of interesting situations that few of the creators have thought of.

For example, transformers consider humans weak and pathetic because we are small and organic. Yes, realistic for a first impression. But why don't people treat them the same when they first meet? We humans are very sensitive to technology, because we know that even an industrial robot can fail, because the more complex the technology, the more variables that can break. Just look at the reaction of the owner of the car, if it was even slightly pushed by something (if there was no person inside, of course). Where are the people who start panicking at every fight, where is the human who is on the verge of a heart attack looking for the number of the nearest car service station after hearing that their Cybertronian friend fell into the lake? Eventually we would have realized that transformers are tougher, but the initial reaction would have been like this.

Although, why wouldn't Earth be a dangerous place? After all, water getting inside the transformer frame, stones and sand getting stuck in the welds of the transformation, cold and frozen water could be a huge constant problem, since this is a non-standard environment for their kind. But this is usually skipped, although it could be a plot reason for friendship with people who could help with this, since they are familiar with similar problems with their equipment. Yes, in some continuities it rains acid on Cybertron and all that, but this does not make the Earth some kind of paradise in comparison.

Why is there not a single moment where a hyperactive person tries to find some softer place on a bet, a wire or an energy line, for example, and bite? People like to mess around like that, especially friends. And how much Cybertronians can be surprised by their friend's phrase about wanting to eat them because of tender feelings (it won't help if they find out about the case of the plane being eaten).

Where is this here: — Energon is delicious, right? — For us, yes, but you can't. — ... — No, this is fatal poisoning for your kind! — I'LL DIE TRYING, JENNY, GEORGIE, WHERE'S THE CAMERA?!

Where is the test drive of all the possibilities of your metal friend? — And then you jump and transform around me! — I'm afraid you'll be crushed. — Okay, let's try with the dummy first.

Why has everyone forgotten Astoria's legacy and is no longer trying to inter-species romance? Where are the strange courtship on the part of humans, such as going to a premium car wash, trying to synthesize delicious energon for a date, incredible rage against someone who somehow offended a love interest? In the end, it's also a great ground for tragic stories, people don't live long, and Cybertronians are constantly putting themselves in danger. And longing after a moment of attachment in time is just as sad as a human's attempt to somehow preserve the memory of a seemingly immortal and invincible friend, which there is no one else to keep, and this, too, will not last long.

Humans are described mostly as useless friends who, for the convenience of the plot, are usually taken hostage or simply useless in this war as a species.

And it's just surprising. Humans. Useless. In the war. Humans who fought before they took a stick and a stone in their hand and from that moment improved weapons, skills and techniques of conflict management. Humans whose military demands move science to the same extent as industrial ones. And we wouldn't have found a way to fight alien robots? The first question that the military would ask scientists is how to break through Cybertronian armor and at what temperature it melts (and don't ask where they will take samples). Having suffered in the early stages, we would have regrouped and thought about what to do next. People are small, so they will fight back much more fiercely if they are cornered by someone big. This is quite common among animals, so it would be a natural thing among humans. To set traps using our specific landscape, to drive the enemy there with the help of energon, which can be poisoned, even if they take it away, they will still get hit. It didn't work out to fight with our weapons — we will improve, it didn't work out too — we will steal their weapons. Open war is not an option? You can fight a guerrilla war.

And it's not worth saying what a real nightmare we can do if the government delays recognizing the extension of humane treatment laws to Decepticons. If this law is often violated in conventional wars, then it's scary to imagine if it will be abolished here in relation to the enemy at all. And if researchers with a scientific interest get involved in this... History has a huge number of examples of what our curiosity is capable of. — And then, later, we realized how to turn off their pain receptors! — Yes, but it wasn't necessary anymore.

Allow a mad scientist to make a mecha suit out of a dead Decepticon and send the most reckless soldier to the battlefield. Not as the most effective combat unit, but as a intimidation and demonstration of what we can do with your dead brothers in arms. I have no doubt that someone would have thought of it (well, I thought of it...). Adaptivity, ingenuity, quick learning, desperation and recklessness — this is the main weapons of humanity.

And who said that transformers will necessarily be effective in war? The fact that they have been fighting for millions of years does not mean that they are doing it successfully, just the opposite (Even your vaunted IDW shows some kind of sucks instead of logical fighting). In the end, they have soldiers and units of military equipment are the same thing, in which case both are lost. In addition, if humans can retrain soldiers and transfer them to other duties, then you will not force those who transform into a tank to replace the seekers when there is a shortage. Moreover, in most continuities, in principle, Cybertronians have difficulties with reproducing numbers, because it's cool to get adult fighters and members of society at once, but when this process depends in most cases on your planet, which is most often a little dead, or some artefacts, then scores with humans begin to be compared. With certain difficulties and with the expenditure of time, but humanity can reproduce itself independently in theory wherever there are suitable conditions for the life of our species. Probably winning option could be a superweapon to blow up the entire planet at once, then yes, it's successful.

Well, just go to any forum ala "Why mechs from anime sucks!" and there will be an essay for a thousand pages about the fact that such a humanoid form is ineffective in war with a whole list of methods for breaking these things (hit the joints and the head — the very first rule).

Oh, you can say, "But in IDW, people were doing something there!". No. The humans there were mostly exposed as idiots, who, as it turned out, acted according to the plans of the Decepticons. Humans weren't even allowed to be evil on their own! They can be shown as good and evil, your favorite gray morality (which never really existed in IDW), but there is no this, just another stick in the Atobot wheel from the Decepticons.

It's just that sometimes I want to tell the authors of works on this franchise to decide not to include humans at all or, since they had to bring in their participation, AT LEAST TRY TO WRITE A STORY LOGICALLY. I understand that many authors are stuck in some kind of teenage "humans are not cool!", especially those who are responsible for the plot of comics, but this does not justify laziness in terms of the plot with people. Even if you were forced, well, at least try to do the job well and efficiently, and do not turn everything into some kind of fan fiction with crushing "stupid and pathetic flesh". It hasn't been entertaining anyone for a long time.

I'm not asking to include humans in every story, but maybe it's possible to try something new for them at least once in more than 30 years of franchise history? Humans are boring just because the authors don't want and don't know how to work with them, that's all.

[space-mermaid-writing]

The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 24

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter’s Note: Loki knows exactly what you need. Beta by @zaria-04

Chapter 24: Resting

Back in New York, you directly go to Tony while Loki searches for his brother. According to Jarvis, Tony is in his private lab and you ask the A.I. for entrance. It is granted and shortly after you take the elevator to a floor that has no button. The doors open with a soft 'bing' and you stand in Iron Man’s workshop.

There are several suits lined up at the walls, presumably older models if you go by the numbering on the small plaques above them. You spot some classic suits in his trademark colors of red and gold like Mark VI, but also some different designs like the black and red Mark XXII, that reminds you of War Machine's design.

On the tables there are several parts of arms and legs, partly disassembled, between a lot of circuit boards and cables. Some other pieces look like futuristic prototypes. It's exactly like you had imagined Iron Man's workshop to be.

Tony sits at a table in the back, welding circuit boards together one-handed. His left arm hangs in a sling. A small robot stands next to him, slowly handing him one tool after another with a soft beeping sound. It seems to be the wrong ones more often than the right ones.

As you step up to Tony, he pushes up his welding goggles and you see that his face is filthy with oil and grease.

"Are you alright?" you ask with a nod towards his injured arm.

"It's nothing. I don't know why everyone insists I wear this thing. It just bothers me when I'm working." The robot pushes a small file in Tony’s hand and hand. "Thanks buddy." He puts it on a small pile with other tools he doesn't need right now. The robot beeps happily. "He is basically useless, but it makes him happy if I take the stuff," Tony explains to you in response to your questioning look.

"I need to recharge my magic, but I can heal that in a few days," you offer for his injured arm because that's the least you can do after everything the man did for you. "Or Loki can. He's better at healing magic anyway." He had healed you after your visit to Club Enchant and it had looked effortless.

Tony darts you a long glance. "No offense, but no magic on my body. I'll sit this one out." And by that he means he will take the sling off as soon as his arm no longer hurts with every little movement. "So, is your brother okay?" he asks you.

You knew this question was coming. After all, that's why you're here. Still, it's hard for you to talk about it.

"He's not dead." You don't want to add a yet. Josiah said he will survive and you're trusting his word. Still, the image of an unconscious Gabriel with his burnt skin and the cross on his forehead is burned into your mind.

"I'm sorry that happened."

"Yeah." Your voice is small and you're suddenly in a hurry to get out of here, to be alone. "Anyway, I'm still pretty worn out, so I'm gonna head to my room and fall face first on my bed. Just came by to tell you that we're back."

Tony seems to notice your mood and doesn't stop you. "Sure. You know the drill: tell Jarvis if you need anything."

You merely nod and leave the workshop only a few minutes after arriving.

"To the suite?" Jarvis asks you in the elevator, but you shake your head.

"My floor, please."

Your room feels safe. It's been a roller coaster ride of emotions and incidents since the Avengers returned from their mission, and only now do you have time to take a breath and sort out your thoughts.

Your room is the same as you left it in a hurry two days ago: the teleportation circle you drew with the Sharpie on the floor is burned into it. Now a permanent way to Canada is formed. Useless - since Gabriel’s house is destroyed. You make a mental note to buy a cheap carpet to put over it.

You sit on the edge of your bed, falling backwards.

Everything turned out fine.

That’s a mantra in your head. You try not to think of any other possible outcome, of all the ‘what if’s. For everything else you have to wait until Gabriel wakes up. If he wakes up. You shake your head. When he wakes up.

You close your eyes. You will take the next few days easy: cure your magic muscle hangover and replenish your supplies. Sleeping, take out food and maybe a bath. It does sound like heaven. Anything to distract you and to take your mind off things.

A knock on your door makes you sit up with a groan. You don't feel like having visitors, but on the other hand, anything that distracts you is welcome.

You open the door and immediately take your groan back. Loki is standing in front of you, in his hands a bowl with snacks. He greets you with a kiss on your temple.

"I was wondering if you want to watch one of your Midgardian television series. We still have to finish that one with the inaccurate portrayal of dragons."

"Uh, I'm still feeling sore. Not sure if I can concentrate on a show." Apologetically, you look at him.

With a wave of his hand, the bowl is gone and he holds a bottle with liquid in his fingers instead. "How about a massage to loosen up your muscles then?" he asks. It‘s obvious he just wants to spend time with you. And who are you to deny him this simple request? You are grateful that he is here for you and open the door wider to let him in. "That sounds great."

Loki looks at you, a mischievous grin on his lips. "In order to give you a nice massage, you will have to lose some of your clothes."

"How convenient," you reply, amused, while pulling your shirt over your head. "But I think it‘s just fair if you lose some as well." You step up to him to help him with your request. Anything to take your mind off the last days.

Loki offers no resistance and shortly after stands shirtless in front of you. You gently stroke over his fair skin, which always seems a little cool no matter the temperature around him. Your fingers wander up to his cheekbones, caressing him. He lays his hand over yours and turns his face to kiss your palm.

"Unless you have something else in mind you want to do." His voice is low and promising.

You‘re acting like you think about it – and you really do. "Maybe later," you then decide and brush a gentle kiss on his lips. "I could really use that massage."

Taking a step away from him, you strip down to your underwear. With a bit of swinging your hips you walk to your bed and plump face front onto it.

“You may start,” you mumble into the mattress.

"Temptress." Loki chuckles and follows you. He climbs over you before pouring oil in his palm and rubbing his hands together. "Relax, Witchling."

To have better access to your skin he straddles your hips, careful not to put too much weight on you, and settles his hands on your shoulders to begin the work.

You let out a soft noise at the feeling. "Hm, nice and warm," you mutter.

He presses his thumbs on the first knot he comes across and you know you are a goner. All the stress, the anxiety and the struggle of the last days start to fall off of you.

Loki works his way down your back and it feels so good, the massage. You didn‘t expect any different from the Asgardian, until you feel warm lips on your spine. He‘s kissing your back, gently, almost worshiping each spot that he touched.

You close your eyes fully, humming a noise of appreciation and enjoying his treatment. His forceful and demanding side are completely gone. You wonder how you got so lucky to have this kind and attentive man at your side, who seems only interested in making sure you‘re comfortable and feeling good.

Loki continues to massage your lower back, leaving a trail of kisses, even daring to nip at your skin every now and then.

Warm, strong hands glide over bare skin, kneading here, pressing there. Breathing patterns reveal the twinges and the pleasure, until those hands reach the small of the back beneath him. “You‘re beautiful,” Loki murmurs.

You let out the softest of moans as you feel his hands reaching your butt, your panty gone in a flash of magic.

He gently pulls your leg apart to make a little room and his fingers move between them. You bury your face in your arms under your head. You wouldn't be surprised if he had planned this mischief from the beginning, but it feels too good to complain. Like heaven.

You lift your hips a bit to give him better access and his oily slick finger enters you.

It doesn't take long before you move your hips in time against his fingers, your moans muffled by the sheet of the bed.

He builds you up. His other hand pampers the rest of your body, kneading your butt, your thighs, playfully scraping your spine. His fingers seem to be everywhere.

He takes you straight over the edge. You catch your breath and turn around to finally look at him. Loki holds your gaze, while he purposely takes his time to lewdly lick your juice from his fingers.

When he’s finished, he smirks and leans down, ghosting his lips against yours, but never fully kissing you. His breath is fanning against your face. He moves his head down and drags his lips lazily down your neck before finally kissing the skin there.

You giggle, because it‘s a ticklish spot, but you take his face in your hands and pull him up, to claim his lips with your own, pouring all of your affection into the kiss.

“Keep your legs spread, pet. I’m not done with you yet,” Loki purrs. “I want to taste more of what I’ve done to you.”

You groan at his confession and your knees fall apart. You’re happy just the way you are, satisfied and ready to enter a blissful sleep. But Loki’s offer is tempting, to see what else he has in store. You’re compliant in anything he has planned for you.

He grins wide and presses another quick kiss to your parted lips, before making his way slowly down your body. He’s taking his time, stopping at your breasts to give them the attention they deserve, rubbing your nipples teasingly. Then he finally dives down.

Another moan leaves your mouth when you feel his wet tongue dipping in your most sensitive parts. It’s hot and wet and perfect.

Loki pulls away all too soon, face covered in slick, wiping it with the back of his hand, like an animal that just devoured its prey. He crawls up your body, pulling you in for a kiss. You whimper as you taste yourself on his tongue.

His hand slides down slowly from its place on your side, grabbing your thigh. Loki's cock slides between your legs and begins to rub up and down between your still soaked folds, the tip stimulating your clit. You moan as he pressed the tip against your entrance. "What do you want me to do?"

It’s a mean question, because it forces you to use your brain instead of just surrendering the sweet bliss of lust. You frown, searching for the right words. It’s not fair that he suddenly forces you to think.

"Wreck me. Make me forget.”

Loki smirks. Once the words escape your lips, he pushes in, not stopping until every inch of his member is buried inside of you. The two of you moan in unison as he begins to move, yours being louder than his from all the attention you already got from him.

Every stroke of his fingers comes slow and purposeful, building the heat in your stomach. Every kiss drips with love against your sweaty skin, full of unspoken promises. Every move of his body in yours is deliberate, wringing every last drop of pleasure he can coax from your body.

He is the kind of lover you dreamed about, committed to pleasing you above all else, making you feel everything again and again and then once more for good measure.

Breathless little moans fall from his lips, warm panting against your skin with each sharp snap of his hips. Closing your eyes, you mirror his movements, clinging to him, desire rippling up your spine. Breath suddenly punches from your lungs, you tumble headfirst over the edge with a low, satisfied moan.

“There you go, that’s it,” he whispers encouragingly, sucking the smooth skin on your shoulder as you tremble in his arms, spiraling further and further. You hope you never stop falling.

He follows you shortly after.

Through the haze of the deep serenity he studies your face as he lays beside you. Your eyes are closed, your hair tousled, and a blush colored your sweaty cheeks. You are beautiful.

He moves his hand over your warm, flushed skin and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, before pressing a long kiss against your forehead. Slowly, as you re-find your energy or maybe the control over your muscles, your hand comes up to cup his jaw, your eyes opening ever so slightly. Your thumb brushes over his cheek and he leans into the touch.

He smiles, being truly and utterly happy for the moment, and the two of you doze off. The warmth and security of his arms and gentle aftercare make you fall even harder for the God of Mischief.

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[eyndr-stories]

I Think I Smell A Rat (FNAF SB fanfic) C3 - Deals In The Dark

In Summary:

Being a robotic repair rat who lives in the walls of the pizza-plex is a pretty great gig, all things considered! You fix the wires instead of chew them, and you get into tight spaces those silly humans can't reach and fix things up behind the scenes. You do your little tasks diligently, and all is well. That is, until one night when you realize all of your other repair rat friends have gone missing, and almost all of those animatronics outside the walls are acting strange... You aren't sure what it is that needs fixing, but by golly you'll fix it! You just might need a little help along the way...

Things To Know:

Not a lot of warnings for this one! There is some peril and danger, damage to robots, and damage to. Uh, whatever the heck Afton is at this point??

Reader insert! You're a little rat shaped robot a handful of inches long. Lots of borrower-related themes in here

Daycare attendant centered, though the other animatronics make brief appearances. You hang out with Sun in the first half of the story and Moon in the second half!

A little over 17000 words in total, just a lil guy! 5 chapters, they're all pretty short

I somehow managed not to swear once in the entire story, aw hell yeah! Wait-

Ao3 link: Here!

Start Here: Chapter 1

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

C3 - Deals In The Dark

     It wasn't as hard as you were dreading it might be to operate the enormous repair machine in the heart of parts and service. The command console was a little difficult to gain access to, but once you did, interfacing with it was a breeze.

     Sun was laying inside, on a wide metal table and powered down for repairs. You watched progress updates scroll by on the control console's monitor.

     Disconnecting wires designation D-32 to E-15… Update found… Welding item C3745 to apparatus 'Support Beam J2'… Update downloaded… Connecting wires designation D-32 to E-15…

     You'd made sure Sun would stay set to safe mode throughout the repair. Although, apparently, setting Monty to safe mode hadn't worked. At least, safe mode didn't fix anything once an animatronic had already gotten the virus. You weren't sure what else to try to get rid of the virus.

     One thing at a time. You stood on your hind haunches atop the command console's little table, peering into the repair chamber. Enormous looming arms swung back and forth over Sun, performing calculated and quick movements. Luckily, the chamber was stocked with many of the small generic parts needed for the repair. Unfortunately it wasn't stocked with everything, like Sun's outer casing, which he'd have to attach himself. That particular part was a bit too big for your teeny paws to handle.

     You really hoped Sun wasn't too uncomfortable, and that the repairs would go smoothly. You'd had your fair share of damage in your time, and you really hoped it wasn't as unpleasant for Sun as it had been for you. You wondered if he’d ever gotten damaged like this before.

     You had no idea when or how it happened, but you'd gotten rather attached to your exceptionally tall yellow friend.

     Finally, those massive repair arms folded themselves back up into the chamber’s ceiling, and the door hissed open. The control console's screen flashed a little 'Repairs Complete' message.

     Sun's long fingers gripped the door frame tightly. His face plate came into view, slowly swiveling from side to side.

     "Sun! How are you feeling??" You waved your tail, getting Sun's attention.

     Sun's gaze fixed down on you. His face plate sharply rotated a handful of degrees. He looked… stiff. Maybe the repairs had been rough for him?

     Sun stepped out of the chamber towards you, stumbling as he did and nearly crashing to the ground. He caught himself and lurched unsteadily forwards.

     "…Sun?" Something wasn't right. You didn't want things to not be right.

     Sun lifted a hand, and for a moment you thought he would offer it out to you to climb up on. His fingers balled up into a fist, and his hand kept rising high above you.

     You moved in the nick of time. The entire table lurched as Sun's fist crashed down on its surface, right where you'd been a moment ago. The force of the hit sent shock waves up your limbs. Sun wrenched his fist out of the crater he'd made in the metal surface.

     When Sun raised his fist again, you were already moving.

     Between the panic and the despair over your friend's condition, you were desperately trying to come up with a plan, some way to fix this. You leapt from the table to a padded stool, and ended up sliding down one of the wooden legs. You hit the concrete floor hard, but fortunately not hard enough to break anything.

     The stool suddenly vanished from beside you. It appeared in your line of site a moment later as it sailed across the room and crashed against the far wall, legs snapping off from the force of the impact and splinters flying everywhere.

     You looked up at Sun for just a moment. He was well over a hundred times taller than you, and although he hadn't gotten any taller since you'd first met him, he'd never looked quite this imposing before. The way he was looming over you was downright menacing. The cold fluorescent lights overhead cast his face in shadows.

     The light!

     You remembered Sun saying something about how he was only awake when the lights were on. If turning the lights off would put him in rest mode, then that might give you time to figure out how he'd gotten the virus and maybe even fix him.

     Of course, you had to make it to the walls first.

     Sun's hands were descending towards you from either side, fingers twitching. With Sun directly in front of you, that only left one direction to flee. You spun around and scurried as fast as your little legs would carry you.

     You skidded under a long storage shelf half a moment before Sun's hand slammed into the ground, missing your tail by a centimeter. You bumped into a lost screw as you spun, trying to find the nearest port into the walls. There was one all the way across the room, which was not helpful by any means. There was one closer to the door you and Sun had entered through. It was still far, but you'd have to make it work.

     You had no time to plot out a course. Sun was crouched down and was patting around blindly under the shelf for you. You kicked the screw back behind you, and it pinged against the concrete floor. The noise and motion was enough to distract Sun for a moment, and you made a break for it.

     The port was in sight. There was nowhere to hide between you and it, so you scurried for all you were worth.

     You had barely a second after registering the shadow that had fallen over you to change course. The hand descending upon you missed, but you hadn't been quite quick enough to evade it entirely. Sun's hand fell on your tail, pressing it to the ground. You felt the joint bend just slightly as you came to a very abrupt stop. Then you were suddenly no longer on the ground- Sun was lifting you by the tail.

     You wiggled madly, joint stress errors flashing irritatingly on the edges of your vision along with the pathfinding warnings. You could barely see Sun's other hand coming towards you. Thinking fast, you swung towards Sun's oncoming hand. At the same time, you disconnected your tail joint from your body. You'd only had to do that once before, when you'd gotten stuck in one of those false paths in the walls. Sun's hand overshot you as you sailed clean over it, and you landed on Sun's arm. You wasted no time and scurried your way up to his shoulder.

     Sun's hand whapped down on his arm behind you, missing you narrowly. He started to swing himself from side to side, trying to shake you off. You slipped on his smooth metal casing despite your grippy paws and little claws.

     You fell through the air for one horrible second before you managed to grab hold of Sun's scarf. Your momentum sent you swinging. Sun's hands swiped at you, but he missed. He changed tactics and grabbed the scarf instead. You reached the end of your arc, and let go of the fabric just as Sun yanked on the scarf. You dropped a short ways before you were able to grab hold of more fabric- Sun's pants.

     You held on for dear life as Sun kicked his leg out, trying to shake you off. Unfortunately for Sun, he seemed to be just as uncoordinated as the other infected bots, and he wound up tipping back a bit too far. He fell on his side, crashing to the ground hard enough to finally jolt you loose. Thankfully, you didn't have far to fall.

     After a moment of disorientation, you got your feet back under you and set your sights back on the port into the walls. Sun made a mad swipe for you, but he wasn't able to reach you before you scampered out of range. He was still struggling to get to his feet when you made it at last to the walls.

     The port slid shut behind you, and you took a moment before heading to the light controls. You felt uncomfortably electrified, and your mind was racing. Your casing was clicking with how hard you were shaking.

     You recalibrated your balance, now that you were without a tail, and tried to calm down. You needed to fix this. You needed to help Sun and everyone else.

     You were a little more cautious than normal as you made your way through the walls. Without your tail light you couldn't use your eyes to see in pitch black areas. Even the best eyes couldn't see in total darkness. You were used to using your map to navigate anyways, and you doubted any of the paths had changed too drastically since you'd last been able to double check them with sight. As you navigated the unsettlingly quiet and empty walls, you tried not to think about how if that whole debacle had gone even a little bit worse, there might not be anyone left in the whole building who could fix things. All the other rats were gone without a trace, all the animatronics were infected… and even worse, if things weren't fixed by morning when the human staff arrived to open the building for the day, the humans would all be in danger.

     You felt a little overwhelmed as you worked on the lights. You really hoped you could figure something out once Sun was in rest mode, because otherwise… well. You decided that it was best to focus on the tasks directly in front of you. You fixed the lights, then made your way back through the walls.

     The port slid shut behind you. It was blissfully dark in the room now. You were almost expecting Sun to be right where you'd left him on the floor, but instead he was crouching down a few paces away. You could see his freshly repaired internal mechanisms and wires through the gaping hole in his back, where he was still missing his plating. He was still. He must have just locked up in the position he'd been in when he entered rest mode. You made your way towards him.

     Suddenly, Sun stood up, and you jumped in surprise. But… hang on. Where did he get that funny hat? Why was his paint blue now?? Where were his orange triangles poking out around his head? And the pattern on his pants was different too. You were sure of that; you'd scrambled up and down his pant legs several times now. Instead of stripes, there were now stars decorating his pants.

     "What do we have here…?" The bot you were less and less sure was Sun swiveled his face plate around to look at you.

     You attempted to swing your tail around to blink out a reply, but quickly remembered you'd detached it earlier. You weren't sure what to do. Who even was this?? He looked an awful lot like Sun, almost an exact copy if not for the differences in costume, but there was no way this was Sun. You scanned the animatronic's ID. Or rather, both of his IDs. DCA-S-1.5 and DCA-M-1.2, same as before…

     Wait. Two IDs… this bot didn't just look like Sun. This WAS Sun, or rather, the other ID he apparently shared a body with.

     Sun's alter bent slightly to peer down at you. You noticed just then that he was holding your tail in his hand. You straightened up and wiggled your nose at it, trying to communicate that you wanted it back. You hoped Sun's alter would be as kind as he was.

     "Oh? Is this yours?" The bot chuckled at you and held your tail out. He was holding it too high above you though, you couldn't quite reach it.

     You tried to jump for it, but the bot lifted his hand out of range. You realized then that he was messing with you, intentionally taunting you with your own tail. Welp, there goes your hopes of Sun's alter being nice.

     The bot's hand lowered just slightly as he waved your tail back and forth above you, trying to get you to jump for it again. You remained seated on the ground, wishing you were capable of glaring.

     "What's the matter? Don't you want your tail back?" the bot teased.

     You continued to stare at the bot. You thought about all the cross phrases you would say if only you had your tail. You'd picked up a decent vocabulary from watching the humans over the years.

     "Hmm." The bot closed his fingers around your tail, hiding it in a fist. He seemed to be bored of taunting you. He lowered himself into a crouch and spun his face in slow circles at you. "You wouldn't happen to know how I got here, would you? Sun usually doesn't like to leave the daycare…"

     You nodded your head.

     "Oh??" The bot's head suddenly stopped turning. It quickly swiveled back upright, and he leaned towards you.

     You nodded your head towards the bot's fist, where the end of your tail was hanging out between his fingers.

     "Ah, I see." The bot eyed you for a moment. His free hand quickly snapped out, fingers wrapping around you before you could even start to move the other way. "Can't have you running off once you get what you want, now can we?"

     The bot straightened, holding you high up above the ground in his hand. Only then did he finally hand over your tail. You snatched it from his fingers and quickly reattached it. It was just a tiny bit loose, since the joint had been bent a little out of place earlier, but there wasn't much you could do about that right now.

     "Jerk," you flashed at the bot first.

     The bot only laughed.

     "I preferred Sun."

     The bot's head rotated curiously. "And how do you know Sun?"

     "Why should I tell you??" You turned your head away from the bot, still cross with him for the taunting and general rudeness.

     The bot's fingers closed in around you like a cage. The fingers of his other hand wrapped around the end of your tail.

     "We made a deal. If you don't answer my questions, I can easily take this back," the bot threatened.

     "Seeing as I can't talk to you without my tail anyways, go right ahead," you countered.

     You stared the bot down for a long moment. Finally, he huffed and his fingers loosened. He flattened his palm back out as you snatched your tail away from him, curling it tightly around you.

     "How about this. If you answer my questions, I'll put you back down. Sound fair?" the bot offered.

     You considered him for a moment. "I want an apology, too."

     The bot huffed and tilted his face plate back. He made several annoyed noises before finally relenting. "Fine. I am sorry for teasing you."

     "And?"

     The bot grumbled and huffed some more. "And for threatening you."

     "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Admittedly, you took some pleasure in this jerk's frustration.

     "Are you going to answer my questions or not??"

     "Be patient," you scolded. You waited only a few seconds longer than necessary before going on. "Sun and I were working together to find my friends and figure out how to fix this virus problem."

     "Virus??"

     You explained everything you had learned so far. You also explained the whole encounter with Monty, and having to patch Sun up.

     "Hm. That explains why I'm missing my casing." The bot took a moment to process everything you'd told him. "Sun has this virus too? How did that happen?"

     "I don't know. I made sure he stayed in safe mode the entire time."

     Just like with Monty, safe mode hadn't seemed to do much of anything. So then, how was the virus getting into everyone's systems…? Another thought occurred to you just then.

     "Why don't you have the virus?? If you share the same body with Sun, shouldn't you be infected as well?" you questioned.

     "We may share the same body, but we're two separate entities. We run our own separate programs and even get our updates separately," the bot explained.

     Updates…

     And just like that, it all clicked into place. Being in safe mode might have kept Sun off the main network, but when he'd powered down for repairs, the updates waiting for download must have gone through anyways. Of course, the command console was connected to the main network, just like everything else in the complex. It had downloaded the update for Sun without him ever having to leave safe mode. The virus was in the update. That's why being connected to the main network didn't hurt or help or make any difference at all- the virus wasn't on the network, it was hidden in the update.

     Which meant that you really were the only repair rat in commission in the entire building. Everyone else had long since automatically downloaded the update when they'd powered down for a recharge right before the building closed for the night. You'd been late returning to the nest because you'd been handling a repair that had taken a while longer than it should have. You'd noticed the weird feeling and the disturbing quietness on the network and had decided to investigate before charging, and now you were beyond glad you hadn't decided to charge first after all.

     You explained this to Sun's alter. The bot stared at you for a long moment after you'd finished, still processing.

     "I suppose I shouldn't download any updates then. I haven't been active since nap-time, so I haven't had a chance to yet." The bot hummed thoughtfully. "Unfortunate. Sounds like you've got a lot on your plate."

     "MY plate?? You mean you aren't going to help?"

     "Why would I? You're the repair rat. You're supposed to fix things. I'm the daycare attendant. I attend to the daycare. Speaking of..." The bot unceremoniously dropped you back on the ground. He stepped over you and made his way to the door.

     "Wait!!" You tried to flash your tail light at him, but he wasn't looking your way.

     The bot opened the door. He jumped back however when he was met with a blast of light from the hall outside. He punched the controls, and the door slid shut, blanketing the room in darkness once more.

     "…" The bot slowly turned to face you. "Why are the lights on. My internal clock says its 3:30 AM. The lights should still be off."

     "I turned the lights on, so Sun could leave the daycare and navigate the building."

     The bot sighed heavily, pressing a hand over his face. "So you've got me trapped here. Great. Even if I could leave, the lights are probably all on around the daycare…" The bot's face plate snapped back to face you again. He stomped back over and intentionally loomed over you, setting his hands on his hips. "Turn the lights back off. Now."

     "No." You refused to let this rude bot intimidate you, no matter how tall he towered over you. "You're going to help me fix this virus problem."

     "Oh, am I??" The bot scoffed and folded his arms. "You think you can boss me around? I could crush you. It wouldn't even be hard."

     You weren't impressed. A lot of things could easily crush you, this bot wasn't special. "Look, I need your help, and you need mine. Besides, you don't want Sun to be stuck with this horrible virus, do you?? Don't you want to help him?"

     The bot paused. "…What would I even do? I don't know how to fix viruses."

     "I need you to help me get around safely, like Sun did. You leave the virus business to me. Now that I know it came from the update, I can try and track where the update came from. Once I figure that out, all you have to do is take me there."

     There was more grumbling and huffing, but the bot eventually relented. "I guess I don't have much choice, do I?" He sighed. "Fine. But only because I'm obligated to help Sun."

     "Great." You brightened considerably. It wasn't ideal, but at least you had a plan. You scurried back across the room to the command console. "Can you help me get up there please?"

     The bot sighed, but stalked over and picked you up. "Can't believe I'm letting a rat order me around."

     You ignored his pouting and navigated around the impressive dent in the table. You booted the console back up and started hunting down the update files. They weren't too hard to find, you easily pulled up the detail logs of the last repair and found the installed update files through there. You carefully scanned through the files.

     "How long is this going to take??" the bot complained. His face plate was looming behind you, the little bell at the end of his cap touching the table.

     "It would go faster without interruption," you flashed at him without turning your attention away from the console.

     You heard unintelligible grumbling from behind you as you continued scanning.

     Finally, you found what you were looking for. A rogue element hidden in the update file. A sizable chunk of strange data you couldn't read or decipher. You didn't try, thinking interacting with it directly would be a bad idea. Instead, you traced the source of this odd file. You found the ID of a different console. When you plugged the ID into your mental map, the location ping came back with an 'out of bounds' error. You were worried for a moment that the console was somewhere out beyond the walls of the building, but… focusing on your map, you could see old winding trails, not unlike the unconventional routes you had marked out for places in the walls that didn't align with what your map told you.

     You knew where the console was. It was down underground, below the plex. In that strange space that your map insisted didn't exist, but you knew was there anyways.

     Reluctantly, you turned to tell Sun's alter what you'd found.

     "Strange. That console ID isn't on my map either. Do you know how to get down to this unmapped area?" the bot asked.

     "I don't think you'll fit through the pathway I use. But maybe there's a different pathway near it? There's usually big doorways next to wall ports." You nodded towards the room's entrance, where your port into the walls was indeed right next to the big door. "Once we get there, I can delete the virus from its source and force the update to run again. That should delete the old download file and reinstall it, without the virus. Everyone would be fixed."

     "Can't I just get you to your little pathway down into this weird underground place? You can go the rest of the way there yourself, right??" the bot whined. "Surely none of the other animatronics will bother you after that, I doubt anyone else even knows this place exists."

     "I can't navigate down there. My pathfinding has enough trouble outside of the walls as it is. I've tried before, and I nearly got lost. If that happened, I'd be stuck down there and there'd be no one left who could help fix things."

     "Ugh, fineee." The bot heaved a sigh. "Let's just get this over with so I can get back to the daycare. And you'd better help me get back to the daycare once this is all over."

     "Look, I'm not exactly looking forward to your extended company either. But we need to work together if we're going to fix this and help everyone, including Sun. I promise I'll fix the lights and help you get back to the daycare once you've helped me take care of the virus. Deal?"

     The bot looked at you for a long moment, still deliberating. Finally, he sighed. "Alright. Deal." He set his hand down flat on the table.

     You climbed up onto his hand. His fingers curled around you, then adjusted to drop you off on his shoulder, apparently uninterested in carrying you safely in his hands the way Sun had. He was wearing a funny capelet in place of a scarf though, and you found the fabric easy to hold on to.

     "…I'm Moon, by the way," Sun's alter said.

     You wondered if Moon was also obligated to make introductions upon meeting someone new as well. "I don't exactly have a name, but Sun called me 'tiny friend'."

     Moon huffed and spun his face around once. His cap swung around just behind you. "I'll just call you little rat. Or perhaps, mini nuisance. Tiny terror, even."

     You begrudgingly settled in for what you felt was going to be a very long night.

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Of Echoes

She-Ra fanfiction Rating: Teen and up      Main characters: Catra, Hordak (sort of).  Tragedy, Comedy, Science Fiction.  (Mostly comedy, despite the subject-matter).  

Summary:  In the years after Etheria's last war, Catra and Hordak had learned to accept each other - kind of of - in an uneasy alliance for the sake of their wives. They also had an ongoing prank-war with each other. It is now Hordak's funeral and Catra is uneasy. She attempts to step out for a breath of fresh air. There is something that doesn't feel right - and not just the awkwardness one would expect at a memorial service for a long-repentant ex-warlord. Strange things are afoot at the Crypto Castle.   A loose sequel to Project H.O.R.D.A.K.      Also found here if you prefer Ao3: Of Echoes                                                                                                                                                                                               

Of Echoes She needed to get away.   It was amazing how stuffy such a cavernous room could feel.  The high, vaulted ceilings and long dark walls seemed only to catch the echoes of the multitude of murmuring people.  Bits of conversation pinged off them like ball bearings in a washing machine. Her ears were sensitive and could catch far too much of low-speech and whispers uttered by people with far less acute senses.   She really did not need that one guy’s sexual fantasy; that was for sure.   That was from some Maker’s Guild inventor she did not know – someone who had a taste for Horde-clones, apparently, as well as scars and deformities.   Catra cringed and flattened her ears. She wasn’t about to kinkshame monsterfuckery (she was of a rare species, herself, and, despite appearances, her wife was the member of an even rarer one), but this wasn’t exactly what she’d wanted to hear conspiratorially whispered within her earshot first thing in the morning.  Well, okay, it was more mid-afternoon, but the sentiment still applied.  It absolutely wasn’t anything she’d wanted to hear about a…friend? Enemy? Enemy turned friend? Frienemy? Lover of a friend who was kind of an enemy and then a friend again?   What had Hordak been to her, anyway? Difficult to figure out, yes.   Most of the conversation going on in the room concerned philosophy (particularly as it related to the concept of “redemption,”) invention and technology, politics, personal interactions both positive and negative, the old long-disbanded Etherian Horde and the half-forgotten Fright Zone (now New Scorpionia), history, health matters specific to space-born clones of a long-dead galactic emperor and a few snippets here and there of small talk about snacks, pets and the weather.   Adora and Bow were talking with Entrapta on the other side of the room.  Catra had greeted her earlier, but was avoiding her now.  She did not like the sleet that she saw in her hair.  Most of it was as purple as ever and seemed to have grown longer since the last time she was up in Dryl.  Entrapta was among the oldest of them and of course would probably start graying early with all of the stress everyone had gone through, not that she’d ever seemed stressed at all.  In fact, in situations that would have the average person a puddle of misery in a corner, Entrapta would just build robots, usually ones designed to explode. Fireworks during holidays at Dryl were legendary.   Catra ducked and weaved between bodies, careful to avoid Entrapta catching a glimpse of her.  It was not hard.  The woman had a welding mask down over her face and had been wearing it that way for most of the day.   Catra did not know what she could say that had not already been said.   The altar at one end of the room burned with many candles – red ones, black ones and a few small ones that were dark blue. Pictures in frames were laid out upon it including one large painting in the center. Of course, the table also held a six-sided hex-driver.  Most of the little photographs had a shock of purple hair in them, as aside from the Royal Portrait, there were very few pictures of Hordak where he was alone. He and his mad scientist were practically joined at the hip… …until now.   The formal part of the memorial service had gone smoothly.  The Horde Clone Reaper’s Guild of Etheria had done a respectful job – to the point that one could be forgiven for forgetting that Hordak had once been a vicious warlord. It wasn’t like Catra, herself, was innocent.  Adora assured her constantly that she had more years of making the right decisions than of making the wrong ones.  Hordak had done his part, too.  He and Entrapta had developed many useful technologies together, things that had saved and improved many lives.  Catra, for her part, didn’t like to think about abstract philosophical questions regarding the number of lives positively impacted versus the number of lives negatively impacted or lost due to any given person’s actions or existence. Lives didn’t really work that way – individuals were not a numbers-game.   Maybe that was one of the core-reasons why she found the clones so unnerving.  Catra didn’t bear any particular prejudice against them, not in their post-Prime lives, in any case.  She could never bear any gathering of them singing in unison (and had avoided part of the funeral-proceedings for this very reason) due to some of her long ago and far away initial experiences with them, but she had long accepted their victimhood under Prime.  

 She’d even accepted Hordak’s, not that he was ever someone to be coddled.  He’d done many crimes against her that could not be erased, but they had come to an understanding over the years.  

 The closeness of their wives had pretty much forced it.  

Bonding between them was what most outside observers would have called awkward, if not a bit toxic. Conversations were often peppered with physical threats and descriptions of various tortures they might put each other through should a mission fail or one of their significant others be made to cry. They’d had martial-contests, testing out the latest model of Entrapta’s body-armor against a new training-regimen. Sometimes, bonding meant joining forces to evacuate their lovers and friends when a negotiation between them and one council of one nation on one planet or another had gone south or narrowly avoiding a full intergalactic incident.  There was, of course, the barbeque they’d hosted together in which one quarter of the Whispering Woods had burnt down before being healed by the touch of She-Ra.  

 Good times.  

 It was some good barbequed sand-drake, too.  Who knew that both the ex-warlord and his ex-second-in-command would take so well to culinary delights and the making of them after they’d gotten out of a military-mindset?   Catra was feeling trapped.  Entrapta had assured her that she had disabled all of the traps in the Crypto Castle – not just for her guests – but most of them had been disabled years ago for the sake of the number of Hordak’s brothers that lived there.  There were so many of them here... not all of them that were on the planet by any means, but a great number.  They all had differing eye-colors, hair colors and clothing now, whatever suited them. Still, each and every one of them carried a certain melancholy that went beyond mere grief.  It was something unique to them, even in joyful times – something that Etherians, or, indeed, any member of a people born free – could not touch. They outnumbered Etherians here. After all, Hordak had helped many of them in regards to accepting their independence in a post-Prime universe. Most of the Etherians here were ex-Horde, but Hordak had never had many friends.   The friends he did have… well, that had started with Entrapta – his first and for the longest time only true friend. Catra shivered as she caught a glimpse of her again.  She ducked behind a doorway.  She had to get out of here.  She couldn’t face Entrapta again right now.  Just let Adora talk to her…that’s right.   When she’d spoken to her earlier today, she had said the strangest thing. “Oh, don’t worry!” she’d said with a smile. “Hordak’s all around us!”   Catra shook her head thinking about that, trying to dislodge the notion.  Such a saying was so…unlike Entrapta!  That was the kind of fluffy, quasi-spiritual annoying thing that Perfuma would say, nothing at all suitable to the mad scientist that she knew.   Hordak had died two weeks ago, so the report went.  It shouldn’t surprise her that Entrapta was taking it in a weird way.  In fact, Catra was surprised that they weren’t seeing some kind of hastily-built Hordak-bot walking around.  The pictures of Entrapta’s Parental Units she’d seen told Catra that Entrapta did that very thing when she was missing someone – their image in mechanism, attempts at replacement.  However, Entrapta had grown in the years that they’d known each other – not just in a few more wrinkles about the eyes and the few long strands of gray in her hair (as motile as the rest), but she seemed to understand friendship with organic beings more.  Well, as much understanding as could be had.  Catra wouldn’t say she understood people much, either.   Whatever.  She knew that she couldn’t go through the main room with the milling people and way too many somber clones to go outside to get some fresh air, but maybe one of the corridors lead that way, or, at least, she could find a set of stairs to one of the balconies.  Melog, for their part, had gone to one of the gardens.  They had wanted some space away from everyone’s strong and varied emotions and Catra had told them to go ahead and go and that she’d meet up with them when she could, and not to worry.  It was much easier for someone in four-footed animal-form to get out of these things. Swift Wind had the excuse that he couldn’t fit through the front door! (It wasn’t true, Entrapta’s main room was huge, but he pretended that he couldn’t get his horn under the doorframe). Lucky horse…  In any case, a balcony sounded like just the thing for a breather. Her ears pinned back when she remembered that time that Entrapta had threatened to tape a slice of buttered toast to the top of her head and push her off the edge of the topmost balcony – For Science! It had come from some conversation between her and Hordak after his motor-skills had become iffy and he was dropping some items at breakfast – an observation of the rate at which toast landed on the floor butter and jelly side-down versus the old legend of how cats, when falling, “always land on their feet.” Entrapta had wanted to see if “a feline, properly affixed to a prepared slice of toast might suspend itself in midair and form a perpetual-motion kinetic spinning machine.”   It was a joke, of course, but something in the gleam of Entrapta’s eyes told Catra that she’d wanted to test the hypothesis in earnest.   Of course, Entrapta had not wanted to hurt her, but it had taken Adora to intervene to keep curiosity from killing the cat. She walked down a dimly-lit hallway, listening to the soft clack of her toe-claws echoing on the stone.  For all of the technological advancements that Entrapta had made to the place, the Crypto Castle had been built in an old style – solid construction in stone, punctuated by added metal elements.  Force of habit had Catra’s ears turned to the absurdly spacious ventilation-shafts above. She didn’t want Entrapta to come popping out of a vent to scare the willies out of her and, as usual, she had no idea where Imp was.  Hordak’s old experiment had grown up and had a life of his own now, but he was short and of a small-build.  Much like Entrapta, he could fit into small spaces.  Catra was pretty sure she’d last seen him out in the main hall, but she was cautious over being tailed.  The lack of beeps and boops in her proximity told her that Emily hadn’t followed her, at least. “Forgot how confusing this place was,” she muttered to herself.   As she stepped through a doorway, she heard a low groan and then a quick sliding sound.  In an instant, a door came sliding down right on top of her! She leapt ahead and came just seconds from it slamming down on her tail!   She panted on the floor and caught her breath. She stared wide-eyed at the closed-off path behind her.  The tip of her tail had lost a few hairs.   “What was THAT?” she yelped.   Light streamed in from a window.  As she picked herself up, she looked around for any kind of control-panel.  There wasn’t one visible – it would seem that this was a door that could only be accessed from the other side.  

“HEY! What is this?” she yelled at the door. She gave the door a swift kick with the flat of her foot.  “Dumb malfunctioning piece of junk!  What I get in Entrapta’s castle, I guess.”  

 The door began sliding open. It hitched up and down, up and down, making a sound akin to… laughter?  It slid back into place.   “Weird,” Catra concluded as she shrugged and continued on her way.  She ascended the spiral stair.  If this was where a window was, this stairway led to one of the balconies – probably. It had been a while since she’d been here.  It was this moment that her brain decided to remind her that she had no navigation-pad and that even Entrapta couldn’t get around the place without a map. Catra grit her teeth.  

 Just as she ascended the spiral stair, up around a central pillar, the stairs collapsed.  Each stair shunted into itself, interlocking with the other stairs, forming a rather slick slide.   “Aaaaaaaiiierrrgh!” Catra screamed as she slammed her claws into the former staircase.  She scrambled with her back legs, her tail puffing out, as she held on desperately with her hands. She felt a couple of her claws chipping as she slid right down, leaving pale streaks in the stone.   She was left at the foot of the staircase and the door that had almost pinched her tail was mocking her.  It slid up and down, up and down – a gaping mouth laughing at her.   “I disabled the traps!’ Entrapta’s such a liar!” she grumbled.  “She probably forgot all about this wing.  No wonder Sparkles still has nightmares about this place.”   She stormed down another path.  If she couldn’t go up the stairs from this wing, perhaps she’d try another.   That’s when she ran into the trap door that plunged her into a dank pool of water.   “Hiiissssss!”   Alright, something strange was going on here! And not the usual Entrapta-strange, but strange-strange!  Catra climbed out of the hole – it was quite shallow and she was subject to a tidbit of memory: Way back when he was first being domesticated, not all of the government officials in Dryl had welcomed Hordak as Entrapta’s “boy-toy” – er, “Prince Consort.”  Not all of them had welcomed the idea of Dryl becoming a clone-haven, either, or of any of the other ways Entrapta had wanted to do things upon re-taking her birthright-queendom.  In a bit of playful sadism, she’d installed a trap-door in the Royal Reception Room.  A button was placed on Hordak’s throne to control the door and whenever they had to deal with a particularly bothersome bureaucrat, Hordak had the freedom to send them into a rather cold pool located in the basement.  Pretty soon after that, people had stopped complaining about Entrapta’s methods of rule.

Hordak had tried to pull that trick on members of the Princess Alliance and visiting ex-members of his Horde many times; as he had found the trap door way too amusing (only Kyle consistently fell for it – quite literally).  The trick to it was that the trap door was made moveable and they’d never put it in the same part of the floor twice, so it was difficult to dodge. (And if they had, there was another door that would open up right under them!) – The entire Reception Room floor was probably made of false tiles! Glimmer had, of course, been able to teleport whenever she’d felt a hint of gravity.  Bow had rope-arrows.  Adora and Catra had acute reflexes and could dodge whenever they heard the tell-tale click of it opening, but even Adora had taken the plunge a few times. Hordak was lucky he hadn’t been arrested for it, but Entrapta INSITED that he was just being playful. After all, no one had died. This one had apparently been installed with a silencer. Catra tried to shake herself to dislodge the uncomfortable wet.

 Catra had heard a rumor that Entrapta had started building robots for Hordak to send through the doors to keep him entertained… The Reception Room trap-door had been a Decant Day present, after all.   Entrapta was eventually commissioned by Queen Glimmer to install one in Bright Moon as well.  Prince Consort Bow successfully kept the queen from using it (most of the time). It did not surprise Catra that there would be a few more of the things around this place.

“Alright, don’t trust the floor,” she said to herself as she tiptoed down her new chosen path, hoping to find some stairs that did not become a Super Happy Fun-Slide.  Before committing to step anywhere, she cautiously tapped each tile ahead of her with her toe-claws.  There would be a tell-tale sound if the floor was hollow.  She hopped and skipped and figured out a solid path.   She found another path and turned right. Ah, yes!  She actually remembered this part of the castle and that it led outside!  Catra was feeling better already.   She almost stepped on the vacuum-cleaner. A disk-shaped robot beeped and whistled indignantly at her and raised its circular scrubbing brushes in an argumentative gesture.  It then spoke to her with a synthesized voice.  Green letters appeared on a screen on the top of its chassis, reading out the same words:

 “You have made it this far, Force-Captain. Congratulations.  Greetings, Force Captain.”

 Catra suddenly felt heat by her ear and heard a “SHOOM!”  There was a tiny, smoking hole in the wall in front of her in an instant. She felt the ions in the air as she jumped and rolled, dodging a barrage of lasers fired from rotating turrets in the ceiling!   She found a moment, caught her breath, jumped, dodged and clawed out a turret.  She jumped between the walls, doing the same for as many as she could find. She grabbed a debris-fragment and flung it straight into the last one at the end of the hall.  She found herself at the end of it all panting heavily, her hands on her knees.

She wasn’t a spring chicken anymore.  She was still young, but this was like the obstacle courses in the Horde!  

 The robot came scuttling by her feet again.  She was about to kick it until it spoke to her again.  “Are you feeling too old for this shit?”  its tinny voice asked.   She thought she’d heard the same question echoed from somewhere up above her, but in a voice that was deeper, somewhat more familiar… Her eyes widened.  “Hordak?!” she asked her surroundings.

 Okay, that was IT!

 “WHERE ARE YOU?” she demanded.  “I swear, I will find whatever control room you’re running this shitshow from, I’m gonna break your kneecaps and I will drag you out for all to see!”  She shivered in fury.  “It is just LIKE you to fake your own death!  What did it for you?  Tensions with Sparkles?  That negotiations-breakdown with Aarboria?  The bounty you’ve got on five planets because you and Entrapta blew up that moon?”  She sighed and laughed bitterly, “Oh, don’t tell me it’s some kind of ‘ultimate penance’ of yours!  Some kind of plan to free Etheria from your shadow!  I thought you’d gotten over that! Pathetic!”  

 Catra stormed through the hall, every hair on her body bristling, wary for any new tricks.  “Oh, and it’s just like you to mess with me! I’ll find out where you’re watching from!  I’ll get past all of your little traps…and lasers…”   She looked around, checking for any cameras or screens.  She found a vent-grate and hauled herself up halfway into it.  She wasn’t a nice fit for scuttling around in the thing like Entrapta was, but she could get a decent look around with her gifted feline eyes. A few robotic cockroaches skittered about and there was nothing to be seen.  She hauled herself down.  

 She walked down the hall, ears swiveling, senses alight.  Catra remembered the prank-war that they’d had going on before Hordak had gotten very sick.  It was all delightfully stupid.  Sure, there were the threats they’d made to each other and the many insults of endearment. Glimmer had taught Catra many an interesting swear-word to tag onto Hordak.  Hordak, in turn, had taught her many Hordish-language insults by using them on her.  He’d also managed to convince her that the sentence “I want to lick Horde Prime’s lubricated asshole” was “Hey, can I borrow your screwdriver?”  This led to many puzzled and offended looks among clones when she had been trying to borrow tools that Bow had requested of her.  It took her a week to figure it out and when he’d shared what the words really meant, he’d laughed and laughed.   For her part, she liked knocking things off his lab-tables when he was working (a “typical cat”) and of course, there was the time when she’d replaced his hair dye with razzleberry syrup, leading to much unwanted attention from the Freedom Forest bees.  She’d also one time (after she’d learned a little baking) crafted him a pie with fruit that was found to have a certain laxative property in spacebats… And, of course, there were the fisticuffs. They always knew how much of a beating they could take.  (And Entrapta had redesigned all of Hordak’s armors with Catra’s claws in mind:  Try as she might, she couldn’t ‘equal the playing field’ by taking out any of his power-drive crystals).  

 Until now, Catra had always been able to dodge Hordak’s trap-doors. “I just know you’re running things from somewhere, Hordak!  How about you stop being a coward and show yourself?  You’ve had your fun faking your own death, but it’s over now!”

She rested her hand against a wall and suddenly found the wall flipped.  She was suddenly in another room.  It was dark.   “Okay, you can come out now.  I won’t tell your bounty hunters or Sparkles, I promise, but Adora ought to know that you’re okay.  She was beside herself when she couldn’t give you a healing the last time… when it was….too much.  She was broken, you know?  She’ll be so happy when she finds out that it actually wor-”   Catra paused mid-sentence and went stark-still. In the gloom she could make out the shine of long glass-pods.  A chill ran through her bones.  No…not here, anywhere but here!   Her gaze caught a sign along the top of one wall, a screen with lighted green and red letters.  “Techno-Organics Laboratory 5: Morgue.” Now, one strange thing that Catra had learned from working with Bow was that there were different definitions to the term “morgue.”  It could, indeed, refer to a paper-filing system in which old designs – both graphic design and technical, as well as old publications were kept.  Entrapta probably did keep one or more of these kinds of morgues around but Catra knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this was where Entrapta and the medical-clones that lived in Dryl kept the bodies of clones that had been donated to science.

  In the years post-Prime, the sacred mission of finding clones that had fallen in the war was complete, but the Horde Reapers’ Guild of Etheria had turned to normal undertaking services for clone-kind.  Very few had died post-Prime, as they had been designed to be healthy and apparently long-lived (although their true lifespan was unknown, due to them being slated as cannon-fodder).  Until the post-Prime era, no clone had known a “natural death.”  To be killed as part of violent conquest for the Glory of Prime (or to otherwise be decommissioned for imperfection) had been their fate. After the Last War and the initial rocky adjustment-period, some did die via accidents or the occasional manifest genetic-illness such as the one that Hordak had, although it was few and far-between enough for the Reapers to almost not be needed at all and they all, indeed, did other kinds of jobs independently.  Part of the time, fallen clones were buried or set upon a pyre as per the custom of whatever Etherian family or community they had been adopted into, but donation to science in Dryl for the furtherance of understanding of clone-bodies among Etherian healers, particularly of pathologic specimens, was common.  

How Entrapta could keep enough of a detachment to do these kinds of studies on people she’d considered valued friends (she’d practically adopted every clone that came her way) was something that Catra would never understand.  

She remembered when she was with Adora, Glimmer and Bow when they’d entered one of the old offices in Bright Moon shortly after the end of the war… They’d found a few sparkling feathers, shed at some point by Queen Angella on the floor and Glimmer freaked out.  She’d had a full-on panic attack at being confronted with the remains – and they had not even been the full-remains.  It was just a reminder that her mother was gone and it had hit her in full-force after the immediacy of surviving Prime had been taken care of.  King Micah wasn’t in great shape that day, either.  

Eventually, the “late” Queen had been recovered.  Entrapta and Hordak had worked to create another portal, one that could reach into that “in-between” place that had been created by the prior existence of Despondos. Catra had been a part of the retrieval, wearing an Entrapta-created personalized exploration-suit.  She wasn’t about to let Adora risk her life again – not for something that had been her fault to begin with.  Getting Angella back was on her, Entrapta and the old bat – it was their thing to make right.  Angella had thankfully survived her ordeal and the fact that the place she’d been to wasn’t as empty as everyone had assumed it to be had helped her keep her sanity intact.

Funny how they’d all gone from being enemies to how, for several years after that, Angella and Hordak would meet to play Chess on Tuesday afternoons…

Angella’s recovery was long ago, a story that Catra could recount at another time when it was more relevant.  

What was relevant to her in the moment was the memory of the panic-attack over a few feathery remains and how… well, Hordak and Entrapta had been so…different.  Some… did not like the idea of keeping any remnant of a body in a place of the living.  Them? Well… Catra blamed the way that clones were built and raised in the Hell that was the Galactic Horde, a system where death was a way of life, for the way that Hordak could have a certain detachment from his brothers at the right times, such as with aspects of medicine.  She blamed Entrapta’s views toward greater goods, such as the pursuit of knowledge.  She’d always had a bit of morbidity to her – what with her fascination with explosions, apocalyptic potentials and how, on every space-journey in which she was a part, she’d rattle on about the many different ways that one could die in space with an…admiration for natural powers greater than themselves.  

Catra’s heart-rate increased and her palms sweat.  In time with a “Rrrzzt!” sound, several pods lit up.  She bit off a scream.  They were empty – just pods from Horde Prime’s ship, empty of all but green fluid, lined up in a row.  One of them was covered in a black sheet, held by robotic clips.  With a “Click! Clack!” they un-snapped systematically, dropping the sheet to the floor just as the pod lit up…  

All of the hair on Catra’s head, tail and body bristled.  He had an undergarment on, at least, a set of black shorts, close to the skin. Everything else was in full-display – every scar, every bit of discoloration… the grotesque holes in his arms… His hair – dark blue, that had not changed, flowed with the subtle motions of the fluid in the tank, as if in a gentle breeze.  He had no black liner over his eyes, which were thankfully closed. This looked unnatural for him.  

It was definitely him.  He wasn’t hooked into anything, no tubes or wires.  He looked very much like the specimens of creatures that Catra had seen in Shadow Weaver’s old alchemy room back in the Fright Zone when she’d wandered there as a kid.  The stillborn Whispering Woods four-eyed piglet had stood out the most in her memory, although she also remembered the shed-tail of one of the Horde’s lizard-troops being there.  

In any case, Catra stared up in shock at a pickled Hordak.  

She stroked the glass and whispered to him, noting his concave stomach and how thinned out even his once rather muscular thighs were.  “You look… so much sicker since the last time we saw each other.”  

After she paused, just looking at this very-much-a-corpse, she set her gaze to the floor and her ears down.  “So what is going on here?”  

Words came in machine-echoes throughout the room, screens lighting up with corresponding text.  “SHIT!” she shouted as she clutched her chest and frantically looked around.  

“As you can see, I am very much deceased,” the voice intoned.  It WAS made up of a recordings of Hordak, although the words were stilted (much like Imp’s were when he spoke via playback of various recorded voices).  

Catra grit her teeth and held her claws out. She looked around the room.  Her eyes kept darting back to Pickled Hordak.

“My original body is very, very dead,” the voice said, “Yet, thanks to Entrapta’s brilliance, I remain.”  

“This has got to be some kind of stupid joke! Where are you?  Did you two set this up just to mess with me?”

The lights shut off on all of the empty pods, leaving only Hordak’s illuminated.  Catra remained bristling.  

“Alright, you’ve had your revenge for that time I benched you over that table… and for that time I gave you that pie that made you fart for three days…”

“Heh, heh, heh…”  

Screens along the walls pulsed with green light, shutting off into dark in fluttering sequences.  Catra pawed along the walls, looking for some source of a pre-recording.  

“Take a run, little cat.”  

A section of wall flipped suddenly back around as she was inspecting it, putting her back out into a hallway. Several humanoid robots with dubious levels of functionality and red eyes were there to greet her.  

Catra breathed heavy.  She took off in a dead heat, followed by murder-bots, laughter and lasers.  

Every single laser missed hitting her, but came close to singing hairs.  In the insanity, Catra started to notice that it seemed deliberate that they were missing her.  The robots, too, seemed to know just where to not swing their crowbars and chainsaws.  

Metallic laughter echoed through speakers set into the wall. A large screen craned down from the ceiling and she almost ran into it.  It bore a cartoon-style image of the face of a Horde-clone, winking and making a two-fingered “peace” sign in mockery.  The icon’s one open eye, in contrast to its white-green lines, glowed red.  

A trap door dropped out from beneath Catra’s feet.  She screamed as she fell an entire floor down…

… right onto the plush purple couch of one of Entrapta’s tea-rooms.  

People screamed.  

Mourners were gathered into the room – Hordak’s first liberated brother, Kadroh, wearing a black dress with a veiled little black hat (which looked quite odd against his pink-dyed hair), Adora, Perfuma, and Scorpia who was having quite a difficult time trying to hold a tiny teacup in one of her enormous claws, Emily, settled beside Imp and, of course, Entrapta.  

“Are you alright?” Scorpia asked, dropping her cup, which Entrapta grabbed in a tail of hair before it hit the floor.  

“What happened to you?” Adora asked, “You just disappeared… I thought you were just getting some air, but you obviously got lost…and you look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

Catra gripped the couch cushions.  “You… you won’t believe this, but…”  

“Chamomile tea?” Perfuma offered.  

Catra caught her breath.  “Hordak’s still alive!” she huffed.  

“What?!” Scorpia yelped, dropping yet another teacup she’d picked up to enjoy some chamomile tea with.  Once again, Entrapta caught it with her hair.  

Adora looked down.  “I couldn’t heal him, remember?”  

“No!  He’s messing with me!  He’s in the castle! Like, wired in somehow! Some kind of Horde non-local consciousness tech bullshit!  I don’t know how, but…”  

“I told you - Hordak is all around us,” Entrapta said, lifting up her mask and coyly smiling.

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The Industrial automation and robotics involves mechanical and electrical engineering, computer science, and artificial intelligence.

Here are some key aspects and applications of robotic technology:

Design and Construction of Robots: Industrial automation and robotics involves the design, construction, and assembly of physical robots, which may vary in size, shape, mobility, and functionality depending on their intended application. 

Robotics in Manufacturing: Industrial automation and robotics are used to automate repetitive, dangerous, or precise tasks in manufacturing and production processes. These robots handle assembly, welding, painting, and other tasks, boosting manufacturing efficiency and productivity.

Service Robotics: Service robots are designed to assist humans in various tasks and environments, including healthcare, hospitality, retail, agriculture, logistics, and domestic settings. 

Autonomous Vehicles and Drones: Robotic technology plays a crucial role in the development of autonomous vehicles, including self-driving cars, trucks, buses, and drones. Autonomous vehicles use sensors, cameras, GPS, radar, and AI algorithms to navigate and operate safely without human intervention.

Medical Robots: In the field of medicine the robotics technology is used  for the surgical procedures.

Space Exploration: Industrial automation and robotics technology is essential for space exploration missions, including the exploration of planets, moons, asteroids, and other celestial bodies. 

Education and Research: Industrial automation and robotics technology is used in educational institutions and research laboratories to teach robotics concepts, conduct experiments, and develop new robotics technologies. Robotics competitions, workshops, and academic programs help students and researchers gain hands-on experience and advance the field of robotics.

Ethical and Social Implications: Industrial automation and robotics technology raises ethical, legal, and social implications related to privacy, safety, job displacement, autonomy, and human-robot interaction. 

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Artificial Intelligence (AI) is revolutionizing many sectors, and one of the most significant impacts is seen in robotics. The integration of AI in robotics is not just enhancing efficiency; it's transforming industries, improving lives, and creating new opportunities. Here’s how:

1. Enhanced Automation and Efficiency

AI-driven robots can perform repetitive tasks with precision and speed that far surpass human capabilities. For instance, in manufacturing, AI robots can adapt to changes in production lines in real-time, optimizing workflows and reducing downtime. This leads to increased productivity and cost savings for companies.

2. Improved Decision-Making

AI enables robots to analyze vast amounts of data quickly. For example, in autonomous vehicles, AI processes information from sensors to make real-time decisions, ensuring safety and efficiency on the roads. This capability can be extended to drones for delivery services, agricultural robots for crop monitoring, and more.

3. Enhanced Safety

Robots equipped with AI can take on dangerous tasks in hazardous environments, reducing risks to human workers. In construction, for instance, AI robots can inspect structures and perform dangerous tasks like welding or demolition, minimizing workplace accidents.

4. Personalized Services

In the healthcare sector, AI-powered robots are assisting in surgeries and providing personalized care. They can analyze patient data to recommend tailored treatment plans, improving patient outcomes and efficiency in healthcare delivery.

5. Robotic Companions

AI is also paving the way for social robots that can assist the elderly or individuals with disabilities. These robots can engage in conversations, remind users of medications, and provide companionship, significantly enhancing quality of life.

6. Innovation and Economic Growth

The fusion of AI and robotics is driving innovation across various sectors, from agriculture to logistics. Startups and established companies alike are investing in AI robotics, contributing to economic growth and creating new job opportunities in tech and engineering fields.

7. Sustainability

AI in robotics can promote sustainability. For instance, AI algorithms can optimize resource use in agriculture, ensuring minimal waste and maximizing yield. In environmental monitoring, robots can track pollution levels and biodiversity, aiding in conservation efforts.

Conclusion

The positive impact of AI in robotics is profound and far-reaching. From enhancing productivity and safety to fostering innovation and sustainability, the future is bright. As AI technology continues to evolve, its synergy with robotics will undoubtedly lead to transformative changes that can benefit society at large.

If you have any further questions or want to discuss specific applications, feel free to ask!

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Precision metal components have become indispensable in these outsourced products, playing a crucial role in both the aesthetics and functionality of end products. With rising precision requirements, manufacturing service providers are increasingly specializing in precision manufacturing, leveraging their technological and cost advantages. Even industry giants like Foxconn and Flextronics rely on these specialized firms for manufacturing and technical support, thereby enhancing their overall competitiveness and shaping China's precision metal manufacturing sector.

One key area of focus within this industry is precision sheet metal manufacturing, which is essential for delivering high-quality, accurate metal components. This process utilizes CNC and sheet metal technologies, employing various cold-working techniques such as cutting, stamping, bending, welding, riveting, assembling, and forming to process thin metal sheets (typically less than 6mm thick) to meet stringent customer requirements for product accuracy and functionality.

Compared to traditional sheet metal manufacturing, precision sheet metal fabrication offers several distinct advantages:

High Precision Requirements for Downstream Industries Precision sheet metal services cater to high-tech sectors such as telecommunications, aerospace, solar energy, and semiconductors, where precision is critical. For instance, the accuracy of communication base station antennas directly affects signal transmission and reception, while solar power systems require precise metal components to ensure optimal light concentration and photoelectric conversion efficiency. For example, a 300-watt solar panel demands a backplate thickness tolerance within 0.5% and no deformation under 4000-volt high-pressure tests. Additionally, these industries impose stringent requirements on the visual quality of products, including color consistency and smoothness of lines.

Need for High-Precision Equipment and Molds Precision manufacturing demands advanced equipment, such as flexible manufacturing systems, CNC punching machines, CNC bending machines, friction welding equipment, and robots for assembly and welding. The automation and precision of these devices ensure the accuracy of sheet metal products. For example, CNC punching machines can maintain a forming error of ±1.5mm for plates measuring 1.1m x 1.4m. Mold accuracy is also crucial, typically requiring precision within microns (0.01mm).

Focus on Accurate Unfolding Processes Precision sheet metal manufacturing utilizes cutting-edge tools like laser cutters and CNC bending machines, revolutionizing traditional processing methods. Traditionally, sheets were roughly unfolded before bending, then resized and further processed, leading to inefficiencies and material waste. In contrast, precision sheet metal fabrication involves precise unfolding, cutting all shapes, holes, and slots before bending, which enhances efficiency and quality but demands higher precision in unfolding diagrams.

High-Quality Production Environment A high-quality production environment is essential for ensuring the reliability and stability of precision sheet metal products. Precision equipment is sensitive to temperature changes, which can affect device accuracy and, consequently, product quality. Furthermore, downstream industries like telecommunications and solar energy require strict controls on carbon emissions, airborne dust levels, and equipment insulation to ensure stable operation of the final products.

As a professional in the field, I believe that the evolution of precision sheet metal manufacturing reflects broader trends in the industry. The increasing demand for high precision, coupled with advancements in technology, is driving the sector towards greater specialization and innovation. This focus on precision not only enhances product quality but also strengthens the competitive edge of manufacturing service providers globally.

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Best OEM Automotive Parts Supplier | Metalman Auto Ltd

We Are the Best OEM Automotive Parts Supplier: Excellence in Every Component Metalman Auto Ltd. is the best OEM automotive parts supplier due to our unmatchable quality. Our pioneering efforts in excellence and customer satisfaction have made us the top choice for a variety of Original Equipment Manufacturers and vehicles. In addition to 2Ws, which include EVs and ICE two-wheelers, the same is true for 3Ws, PVs, CVs, AVs, and OHVs. Moreover, we are masters in producing components that suit to white body goods, and we are excellent in contract manufacturing part of the eco-system for 2W EV OEMs. Cutting-Edge Technology for Superior Products We use cutting-edge technology to make top-quality automotive parts in Metalman Auto Ltd. Our cutting-edge manufacturing facilities are equipped with specialized machinery and the latest state-of-the-art equipment; these devices are designed to allow us to produce complex components to close tolerances, exactly matching the needs of all OEMs. To achieve exceptional accuracy and dependability, we integrate CNC devices, our in-house robotic, and modern manufacturing. Our robot is designed to conduct intricate welding and metal forming tasks; greater control power is used to rule-out human error, reduce waste, and make more precise finished goods.

Quality Assurance tools, AI and Machine Learning

We are building quality. We use AI and automation in the manufacturing process to ensure every produced part meets our high standards. Our AI system checks the production in the best case in real time and makes a look whether there are defects or inconsistent results that disqualifies the product. Through use of these advanced algorithms that analyze data from many points throughout the manufacturing process, we can diagnose and fix problems before they rear their heads in finished parts.

Besides quality checks, our AI software is also optimizing the finishing processes for us. Such tasks include polishing, coating and painting all the parts to make sure not only will they work as intended but also look good doing it. We can do this while focusing on processes that will deliver end results of lasting, more aesthetically-pleasing products with a protective coating built in.

Devotion to Innovation and Incremental Improvement

Innovation is the key to stay best OEM auto parts manufacturers, as we think at Metalman Auto Ltd. Our team is always on the prowl for cutting edge technology and new innovative methods to incorporate into our manufacturing processes. This involves incorporating the latest metal finishing equipment and techniques to improve the quality of our components, in terms of their performance and aesthetics.

We also appreciate the need to avoid complacency in our quest for greatness. Our team of engineers and technicians are continuously working to perfect our processes, reducing lead times and improving the efficiency across all aspects of operations. With a culture of innovation and building to continually improve, high-quality products are being released from us.

Our Valued Clients

Over the years, we have been able to work with some of the biggest names in automotive and industrial. Our clients are Hero, TVS, Gogoro and more from the Manufacturer side & Mahindra Electric| Honda Motorcycle | Ather Energy | Bajaj Auto CNH Industrial Epiroc JCB LiuGong Normet Sumitomo Riko Group Michelin Camso etc. These relationships underscore our dedication to quality, dependability and customer service as well the offering of premium products that cater to a variety of industry needs.

Various Automotive and Industrial Use Cases

We offer a wide range of components that are suitable for diverse vehicle types. We cater from the smaller two-wheeler parts (electric and ICE) to three wheelers, passenger vehicles, commercial vehicles, agri-vehicles and off-highway vehicles. Besides, we are experienced in white goods cosmetic part fabrication like washing machine front and rear panels and back covers so as to offer an extensive application field.

Why Metalman Auto Ltd. For OEM Automotive Parts?

When you source your aftermarket car parts from Metalman Auto Ltd., you are sure to be working with an OEM automotive manufacturer that prioritizes quality, innovation and customer satisfaction above all else. With how much we have been doing with cutting edge technology and never settling for less of a product when it comes to performance, the portfolio is well tailored to meet OEM demands from automotive or the industrial sector.

Please feel free to get in touch with us as soon as possible for more information regarding our automotive parts manufacturing capabilities and how we can provide your business with the highest quality components which are engineered tough enough to manage even punishing conditions.

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Leading Fabrication Solutions in Ontario for Improved Quality and Manufacturing Efficiency

Ontario has long been a hub for manufacturing innovation, with numerous companies dedicated to providing top-notch fabrication services that meet the diverse needs of various industries. Among these, fabrication solutions in Ontario stand out for their commitment to enhancing both quality and efficiency in the manufacturing process. Companies like Arrow Manufacturing Company are leading the way, offering advanced fabrication techniques that help businesses optimize production, reduce costs, and maintain high standards of quality.

The Importance of Fabrication Solutions in Ontario

Fabrication is a critical component of the manufacturing industry, involving the cutting, bending, and assembling of metal structures or components. The quality of fabrication directly impacts the final product's durability, functionality, and appearance. In Ontario, there is a growing demand for customized and precise fabrication solutions that cater to various sectors, including automotive, aerospace, construction, and consumer goods.

Fabrication solutions in Ontario are designed to meet these demands by employing state-of-the-art technology and skilled craftsmanship. By integrating advanced machinery like CNC (Computer Numerical Control) equipment, laser cutting, and robotic welding, Ontario's fabrication companies can deliver products with unparalleled precision and consistency. This level of quality is essential for businesses looking to remain competitive in a global market where standards are continually rising.

Arrow Manufacturing Company: A Leader in Fabrication

One of the standout providers of fabrication solutions in Ontario is Arrow Manufacturing Company. Known for its innovative approach and commitment to excellence, Arrow Manufacturing Company has built a reputation for delivering high-quality fabrication services tailored to the unique needs of its clients. The company specializes in a wide range of fabrication techniques, from traditional metalworking to the latest in additive manufacturing.

Arrow Manufacturing Company employs a team of highly skilled engineers and technicians who work closely with clients to understand their specific requirements. This collaborative approach ensures that the fabrication process is efficient and aligns with the client’s quality standards and project goals. By investing in cutting-edge technology and continuously training its workforce, Arrow Manufacturing Company stays ahead of industry trends, providing solutions that not only meet but exceed expectations.

Enhancing Manufacturing Efficiency Through Innovation

Efficiency in manufacturing is about more than just speed; it’s about optimizing resources, minimizing waste, and ensuring the highest quality output. Fabrication solutions in Ontario, particularly those offered by Arrow Manufacturing Company, focus on these principles to enhance overall manufacturing efficiency.

Arrow Manufacturing Company utilizes lean manufacturing principles to streamline its operations. Lean manufacturing is a systematic approach to identifying and eliminating waste through continuous improvement. This methodology helps reduce production time and costs while maintaining a high level of quality. By implementing lean practices, Arrow Manufacturing Company can offer competitive pricing and faster turnaround times without compromising on quality.

Moreover, the company’s use of advanced fabrication technology allows for greater flexibility and customization. This adaptability is crucial in a market where customer demands are constantly evolving. Whether it’s a small batch of customized components or a large-scale production run, Arrow Manufacturing Company can adjust its processes to ensure optimal efficiency and quality.

The Future of Fabrication in Ontario

The future of fabrication solutions in Ontario looks promising, with continued advancements in technology and a strong focus on innovation and sustainability. Companies like Arrow Manufacturing Company are at the forefront of this evolution, driving improvements in both quality and efficiency. As the demand for high-precision fabrication grows, these companies are well-positioned to provide the solutions that modern manufacturers need.

Ontario’s fabrication industry is expected to continue its growth trajectory, supported by a skilled workforce and a robust network of suppliers and customers. By embracing new technologies and maintaining a commitment to quality and efficiency, fabrication solutions in Ontario will remain a key component of the province’s manufacturing landscape.

In conclusion, Arrow Manufacturing Company and other leaders in fabrication solutions in Ontario are setting the standard for quality and efficiency in the industry. Through innovation, investment in technology, and a focus on customer collaboration, they are helping manufacturers achieve their goals and remain competitive in an ever-changing market.

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Desud Industrial Machinery Trading is dedicated to producing comprehensive sets of modern and integrated production line solutions for clients and customers worldwide, with a focus on metal manufacturing. We've spent years researching and developing laser, robot, and hydraulic pneumatic automation, as well as manufacturing cutting-edge equipment and technology.

We provide the following product solutions:

- Laser Cutting Machine

- Laser welding machines.

- Robots designed for industrial use.

- A collaborative robot

- Automated CNC cutting of metal pipe profiles.

- sophisticated cutting equipment.

- non-standard, special automation equipment

We also provide equipment for industrial workloads, such as

- Mobile platform with customised loading, unloading, and lifting capabilities

- Customised trolley for loading, unloading and lifting.

- Heavy-duty 20-ton machinery mover with remote control and battery power.

Our company's objective is to become the world's top partner for smart industrial development. We have skilled R&D technologies.

We provide high-quality after-sales and support services, which result in long-term client relationships. We believe in providing "highly responsible, sincere service".

Desud Industrial Machinery Trading Address:

2nd Floor, Tekiro Properties, 48 B. Serrano St. (former 5th St.) 8th Ave. Brgy. 104, East Grace Park, Caloocan City Metro Manila, Philippines

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Mobile Number = +63917-838-1337 (text, Viber, WeChat, WhatsApp)

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The Rise of Robotic Automation Companies: Transforming Industries 

In recent years, the world has witnessed a remarkable surge in the adoption of robotic automation technologies across various industries. Robotic automation companies have been at the forefront of this revolution, offering cutting-edge solutions that enhance efficiency, productivity, and precision in manufacturing, logistics, healthcare, and beyond. From large-scale industrial robots to collaborative cobots, these companies are redefining the way we approach automation. 

One of the key drivers behind the growth of robotic automation companies is the increasing demand for efficiency and cost-effectiveness in production processes. By automating repetitive, dangerous, or time-consuming tasks, these companies help businesses reduce labor costs, minimize errors, and boost output. Moreover, the integration of advanced technologies such as artificial intelligence (AI) and machine learning (ML) has enabled robots to perform more complex tasks with greater autonomy and adaptability. 

The Impact of Robotic Automation Companies 

The impact of robotic automation companies can be seen across various industries: 

Manufacturing 

In the manufacturing sector, robotic automation companies have revolutionized production processes. Industrial robots are now capable of performing tasks such as welding, painting, and product inspection with unparalleled speed and precision. This has led to significant improvements in product quality, reduced defects, and increased output. 

Logistics 

The logistics industry has also benefited greatly from the advancements in robotic automation. Autonomous guided vehicles (AGVs) and robotic systems are now used for material handling, warehouse management, and last-mile delivery. These solutions help streamline operations, reduce labor costs, and improve efficiency in the supply chain. 

Healthcare 

The healthcare sector has embraced robotic automation for various applications, including surgical procedures, rehabilitation, and patient care. Surgical robots, for instance, have enabled more precise and less invasive surgeries, leading to faster recovery times and better patient outcomes. Additionally, robotic systems are being used for tasks such as medication dispensing and patient monitoring, freeing up healthcare professionals to focus on more complex tasks. 

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The Future of Robotic Automation Companies 

As technology continues to advance, the future of Robotic process automation services looks increasingly promising. With the development of more sophisticated sensors, control systems, and software, robots are becoming more intelligent, flexible, and user-friendly. The rise of collaborative robots (cobots) has also opened up new possibilities for human-robot interaction, allowing workers to work alongside robots in a safe and efficient manner. 

Moreover, the increasing adoption of the Internet of Things (IoT) and cloud computing has enabled robotic automation companies to offer more comprehensive and integrated solutions. By connecting robots to the cloud, businesses can access real-time data, monitor performance, and optimize operations remotely. 

Calculating the ROI of Robotic Automation 

One of the key considerations for businesses looking to invest in robotic automation is the return on investment (ROI). To help companies assess the potential benefits of automation, robotic automation companies often provide ROI calculators. These tools take into account factors such as labor costs, productivity gains, and maintenance expenses to estimate the potential savings and benefits of implementing robotic solutions. 

Using an RPA ROI Calculator can help businesses make informed decisions about their automation investments and ensure that they are maximizing their returns. By understanding the potential cost savings and efficiency gains, companies can better plan their automation strategies and allocate resources accordingly. 

Conclusion 

In conclusion, robotic automation companies are playing a crucial role in transforming industries and driving innovation. By offering advanced solutions that enhance efficiency, productivity, and precision, these companies are helping businesses stay competitive in an increasingly global and fast-paced market. As technology continues to evolve, the future of robotic automation looks brighter than ever, with the potential to revolutionize the way we work and live.