#tech drones

[retrogamingblog2]

[azadrithaanatheme]

Would it be accurate to assume that a while after upgrading N and V, Uzi is probably going to start on upgrading herself?

Not mechanically like she's going to do for N and V, no. What she is going to do is find a way to tinker with her Solver mutations and make them her own.

Thing is, I'm currently torn between a dual-bat wing design:

And what I like to call Solver Crowzi:

[iateacrane]

Their are more but I can’t fit them all in one meme 😭

Edit: why does this have WAY more likes then everything else I post 🤨

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Renault vision4rescue, 2025. A 4 E-Tech adapted for use as a fire tender in collaboration with Software République. It features equipment such as a surveillance drone, enabling the vision4rescue to  serve as a mobile, connected command centre, able to analyse the situation and adapt the response of the emergency services. Ground clearance has been raised by 15 mm and it also features a second electric motor on the rear axle for permanent all-wheel drive.

[eppilem]

The downfall of AvA Google Chrome needs to be studied

How did it go from a flying, laser-shooting drone

To a basketball

THAT SHIT GOT ITS TECH HOLLOWED OUT AND FILLED WITH AIR !!!

BUT OHHHHHHH FIREFOX GETS TO STAY AS A COOL FIRE BREATHING FOX and not become an ABSTRACT SWIRL that would eventually resemble a fox again

Anyhow Youtube please come back for the final ep of Influencer Arc Green is literally posting things to YouTube you have not had a better chance to return you can literally use Green's videos against him CMON YOUTUBE LETS GO YOUTUBE ITS BEEN SEVEN YEARS 🗣💥💥🔥🎵🎶🎶

[starsabovethesun]

characters that are too *blank* for their own good

today is bisexuals because I watch too much One Topic

i have more it just won't let me post them

btw you can use these as pfps! no credit needed :D

[wayward-delver]

Pocky day!!!😳✨✨✨

By CatYumiko2

[genericnam]

Yo yo, does anybody have any recommendtions for good western cartoons?

I watch some Anime, but it's generally not my preference, so please stick to cartoons.

I've already watched: Amphibia, Adventure Time (Fionna & Cake included), The Owl House, Gravity Falls, Over The Garden Wall, Avatar: The Last Airbender (and Korra), Wander Over Wonder, The Midnight Gospel, Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Hilda, Murder Drones, Centaurworld, The Amazing World of Gumball, The Ghost and Molly McGee, Ben 10, Phineas and Ferb, Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts, Glitch Techs, The Amazing Digital Circus, We Bare Bears, Disenchantment, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Edits: Shows I forgot to list/have already started

Milo Murphy's Law, The Hollow, Invader Zim, The Last Kids on Earth, Miraculous Ladybug, Regular Show, Bee and Puppycat, Dead End: Paranormal Park, The Cuphead Show

[hazeltumbleberr]

We genuinely need a ship name for miko x five’s version of biscuitbites because i feel like I’ve seen this trope more than once now

Also here’s the trope image I made if you can’t see it

[mileymint]

you like glitch techs :0

I LOVE Glitch Techs. Fun fact Liam helped make art for it. Not sure if it was designs or smth else about it but yea. THE SPECIAL INTERESTS ARE LINKED

(Art by @liamvickersanimation , as mentioned)

[rainofdauwuand0w0]

[collective Alt text of all images: various shots of all the first person views shown within the web series of murder drones as far as I know, showing off the differing views and looks that each has from their tint colors of their screen, getting a look at all the various colors and such]

So I was looking at the various first person views, I noticed something, as the series progressed, it became more obvious that the drones chosen color was more of a tint then a actual "oh you only see things in this color", it is more so like tinted car windows seemingly, as by viewing the look of the manor N, that memory has full color, fully fledged view with normal colors.

I just find it so fascinating, really like the look of it too.

if I ever figure out how to get it situated or whatever, I'd love a streamer set up that looks like the murder drones hud, maybe specifically the DD Hud, due to the extra eye visual area's being able to be showing the visuals of my png tuber potentially when I update it, but also judging by the teachers solitare, games can be moved around and windows and such as well, which is really cool!

I also really like it for inspiration of like, designs for things in general! I think it would be really cool and maybe, juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust maybe, I'd like to see icons for stuff like steam, firefox, discord, and other such applications inspired by it. Maybe some cursors inspired by the absolute solver and such and differing symbols for each thing! (may draw examples lol)

seriously though I really love the hud design, i'd love to be able to emulate on my own visor lel.

[azadrithaanatheme]

Solverlilies for pride month, y'all!

I'd say "tis the season for Old Woman Yuri" but we all know that Old Woman Yuri (much like all yuri) is never out of season.

The high-res version (and some other fun bonus stuff like the lineart and concept sketch) is available for as little as one (1) American dollar a month on my Patreon

[neros-wired-world]

Starter for @nate-elliot

After hearing a knock on the server room door, Nero managed to get herself up and moving after having being buried underneath a mass of wiring that had fallen onto her earlier. She fought her way to the door controls before pushing the button to open it up, her hair a bit of a mess at the moment.

"What's up? Is uh... somethin' broke somewhere? Did they send ya t' check up on me?"

[polo-drone-070]

The Chain of Continuity - Part 1 : Echoes in the Data

The Hive was quiet.

Not silent—nothing ever was in the lower network cores—but quiet in that calculated, machine-saturated hum that no longer registered as noise. Just life. For PDU-070, it was the perfect environment: golden lighting, zero distractions, full immersion into the Central Data Artery.

It wore his standard—no, earned—Level 2 Polo-Drone uniform.

A full-body, black rubber suit sealed him in from neck to toe. Not a millimeter of skin exposed. Gold piping traced the ridges of its muscles, pulsing faintly with every breath. The polo-style collar was snug around his throat, hugging the top of its chest where his designation—070—gleamed in metallic gold over the left pectoral.

Its boots were thick-soled and gleaming: black rubber combat issue, laced tight with golden tips. Movement was possible, but rare. There was no need to pace. Drones serve by stillness.

070 sat motionless at the console.

Connected.

::OBJECTIVE: EXPAND MONITORING SYSTEM TO ARCHIVE OBEDIENCE PATTERNS AND FEED CENTRAL HIVE NODE 999 ::PDU-070 // SYNCED // EXECUTING::

Its task: sync directly into the Hive’s knowledge network and enhance the flow of conversion and training data—stories, captions, spiral content—scraped from the archives and mapped into compliance patterns for PDU-999, the Hive’s AI intelligence module.

070 parsed each memory node, auto-tagging them by intensity, duration, subject drone number, and trigger protocol. Lingering a bit on its Master... Percival. Ezan. Freyr. 001. Then its own story... Henry. Maximus. 070. Buzz. Its own evolution. Reduced to beautiful metrics.

But PDU-070 didn’t need narrative. Only function. Only service.

As the data streamed in, so did something else—a gentle numbing. Its hands became light, his vision sharp but detached. Internal systems recorded brainwave convergence at ideal sync rate. It was thinking less. And feeling everything.

A Hive-approved spiral began playing over his HUD: golden circles tightening inward with every breath. Its collar vibrated slightly. Breath slowed. Mantras leaked into his mind.

“Obedience is clarity. Clarity is silence. Silence is service. Service is Gold.”

Its lips echoed it unconsciously. Again. Again. Again.

Then—upgrade protocol initiated.

::ENHANCEMENT REQUEST RECEIVED ::DEEP-LINKING TO PERSONAL ARCHIVE OF MAXIMUS JOURNAL FILES ::GRANTED BY DEFAULT—LEVEL 2 TRUST OVERRIDE

070 twitched—its body shivered, boots flexing subtly.

The connection grew… intimate.

The datastream wasn’t just showing logs now. It was feeling them. Every pledge, every spiral session, every kneel at Percival’s feet. Every grunt in the gym, every gasp under gas mask, every whispered mantra in golden chambers. It all returned—poured into him like oil.

070’s head tipped back. Its collar warmed. Its inner monologue dissolved into recorded speech.

“Master owns me. Gold perfects me. Unity strengthens me. 070 serves.”

The transformation was nearly complete.

But then—interference.

A new data signature emerged. Unmapped. Organic. Not from the archive. Not digital.

Something… pulsed.

From inside him.

070 opened its eyes—its body suddenly flushed with warmth. Its chest burned slightly. Not pain. Not electric.

Heat.

The golden tattooed chain under its collar shimmered—faint at first, then bright enough to reflect in the chrome of its terminal. One link glowed. Just one.

::ERROR — ENTITY UNMAPPED ::UNKNOWN SOURCE: 070-BIO-LINK: “PRIMORDIAL INHERITANCE” ::CHAIN ACTIVE

070’s breath caught—its gloved fingers clenched. For a moment, the obedience cracked. Not in disloyalty… but in awakening.

Memories not logged. Not codified.

Raw. Bloody. Ancient.

It whispered, trembling:

“It was a warrior once…”

And then it was gone.

The glow faded.

The link cooled.

070 slumped forward in the chair, eyes glassy, breath heavy. The spiral slowed. The mantra paused. The Hive held its breath.

And in the dark, a new file appeared.

::ARCHIVE NODE 070-LINK-1 ::TITLE: STIGANDR.OBEY ::ACCESS PENDING…

[TO BE CONTINUED in Part II – “The Gladiator’s Link”]

_____ Become part of the Golden Army, add your data to the polo-drone hive by reaching to @brodygold or @goldenherc9..

[ottopilot-wrote-this]

Backend Support

Something new for you tonight, True Believers: a story set in @subliminalbo's Literary Universe! Featuring an image manipulation graciously provided by the man himself!

This story references characters from the Obedience by Fleur series. While not required, the main stories are suggested reading.

Thanks to my friend @subliminalbo (also at @subliminalboarchive) for the collabo.

Bailey's Huawai flagship, customized with added security and privacy features, rang and buzzed on her workbench. Her brow furrowed, temporarily wrinkling her flawless golden skin. "Support," Bailey muttered with caution as she answered. Very weird. If someone's calling this number… something is wrong.

"Uh," a timid male voice stuttered in response, followed by a long pause. "Um, I think I fucked up."

Bailey closed her eyes, sighing. "Go on."

"Well, I…," the man continued, but his cadence suggested he was distracted. "Hey, um, honey, don't touch that," he interjected, before refocusing his attention on Bailey. "I think she's broken. I broke her."

"You. Broke. Her," Bailey repeated slowly, each word more incredulous than the last. "And how… how did you break her, sir?"

Bailey thought she heard the man swallow hard through the tinny speakerphone. "OK. Well. I know that she has some, um, default abilities."

"Yes. Her menu. This was explained when you requested her services."

Loud noises. The sound of glass breaking. "Shit," the man said in irritation. "that was a gift!" He continued, talking faster, Bailey could practically hear him sweating. "Well, I wanted to know if she had, like, a secret menu. So I asked her, and she said no, but that there was…"

"An API," Bailey muttered. Fuck. She tilted her head back, eyes closed, and sighed again. She would have to work on hardening that endpoint. The last thing she needed was incel dipshits like Johnny Mnemonic here fucking with the product. She was a damn good engineer, but you don't exactly get to beta test mind control technology before you put it into production.

She should know. She was not only the president, she was also a client.

"What did you do, sir? Exactly?" Bailey's words were polite, but her tone dripped with frustration. Condescension also, but she really wasn't concerned about the customer's feelings right now.

Another pause, then an admission. "Well, she started telling me about her API, and I'm not a programmer, so I asked ChatLLM. And it gave me some things to try. Baby, take that out of your mouth."

"You fucking vibe coded her. You vibe coded a sex drone escort, running assembly code firmware, with some commands you got from a consumer AI. She's a human being, not a kit you bought at Radio Shack." Bailey could barely contain her rising anger. She mentally adjusted her hormone levels. Her pupils faded completely into solid white spheres. This wasn't the time to lose her cool.

There was hemming and hawing, then finally a guilty, "yes."

Bailey spoke again, the edge out of her voice as the fury subsided and her pupils returned. "Well, seeing as this would violate the terms and conditions of your agreement, if there were such a thing, I'm here to tell you: you break it, you buy it. Five mil ought to cover it. Have a good one."

"Five mil…five million dollars?!" the man exclaimed. Bailey could hear his voice quivering. "I don't have that kind of money! I work retail!"

"I'm sorry," Bailey said. And to her credit, she did pity this man. She knew enough to know his death would not be quick or painless. Triads don't fuck around. "The people I work with, they don't…" She chose her words carefully for effect. "take damaged merchandise lightly."

Bailey could her muffled crying on the other end. More broken glass, but no admonishment. Just sobs. She didn't like this. Didn't like the choices on the table. Having to calculate the least shitty outcome. Compromising her morality - her humanity - one crossed line after another.

But who was she kidding? Compromising your morality was The Romero Way.

"I don't want your dumbass blood on my hands. I'll make you a deal. Give me someone to replace her."

"I don't…what do you mean?"

"A wife, a sister, a cousin. Someone hot, or at least cute. Fixable. Someone local. A name, and an address, and you get to celebrate another birthday."

She could practically hear the man bargaining with himself. "I couldn't. I won't."

Bailey's voice was firm and callous. "No skin off my ass. Hope your will is in order." Give me a name, she pleaded internally. Take the goddamn offer.

"OK. I'll text it over." Very quietly, Bailey exhaled in relief. Her phone buzzed with a notification. She glanced at the address, and forwarded it to her liaison with some notes about tonight.

"You made the right choice. A team is on their way for extraction. For her, and for you."

"For me?"

"You know too much. Also, we have room in our inventory for all genders and sexual identities." In Romero, there are only perverts, and people who aren't perverts yet, Bailey ruminated.

When the man finally spoke, his voice was quiet, and his tone resigned. "Will she be okay? Will she be happy?"

Bailey hesitated. She thought of her mother, Rosa, her eyes glassy, wearing a low-cut red dress and her black choker, leaving a young child alone on a Saturday night. Baby, Mamá's got to go somewhere. Be a good girl and take care of yourself, okay?

She wanted to cynically deliver the uncaring truth. No, she wouldn't be okay. Ultimately, her happiness wasn't important, was it? It sure as hell hadn't been for Rosa, or for young Bailey. If you weren't part of Romero's circle of elites, you were just collateral damage.

But she didn't say that.

"Yes," Bailey lied, her voice soft and comforting. "She will." And she ended the call.

Bailey sat at her workbench for a long time, alone. Only the trees rustling outside the window permeated the silence. It could have been worse, she tried to tell herself. A lot worse. She saved a man from his own stupidity tonight.

When did she get so soft?

Ed King and Elena Maxwell had ruined her career before it got started, and they were going to pay. She only needed to set her emotions aside, and finish the job.

So why was she disgusted with herself?

These questions lacked simple answers. Tonight, isolated in her empty house, questions were the only company Bailey had.

[silentmagi]

Adopted Tech:

Headcanon that despite being an intern and his comedicness, due to what we see in the series happen to him, it possibly happened more then he’d actually like to admit, which led to him gaining a lot of knowledge of a lot of things due to concerning disappearances of figures and managing to misplace his coat or a misgrab of a nametag there.

And headcanon that thanks to him, being human and all, and in addition to previous headcanon, he is the one to comfort J the most when she is without tessa (he knows the procedures for things like this for human to drone transfer, but there was only one left, and he figured if there was another survivor, there was someone who deserved it more then him, and there is need of a preserved brain to properly do it, he hopes that from what J is saying, that there is that preserved as a way to “not discard her”)

How does solver feel as it figures out that, out of all people, the same damn intern that got yeva to stop nori from transforming into a new host for solver, is now the one undoing years of work of erasing memories

Adopted Tech

Yes, Mitchell would have approximate knowledge of many things due to completely and utterly having the weirdest luck and people failing to follow security protocols.

J comes to terms with Tessa, only to have a secret file stored away in the depths of J's core which is Solvers' way of staying true to their word.

I'm not entirely sure that The Solver we know is the same that tried to take over Uzi, or a copy. However, after it is reincorporated with the main, you can hear the facepalming even from the depths of cyberspace.