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voidselfshipp · 4 years

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[Violet Fan]

Arno x Jerico

I used Google translate so if anything Wonky y'know why

Often times parties were a sign of richness and greed.

An special event to celebrate something perhaps too.

Arno,always attracted to these kind of events found his way in.

The colossal Palace was brightly lit with chandeliers hanging from the ostentatious ceilings ornamented with gold and contrasting the white walls.

"Why this big of a party?", he asked himself.

The french Man bumps into someone,they drop their purple fan.

--Oh my most sincere apologies madame

He picked the item up and handed it to the person.

Their eyes meet, its a beautiful woman, porcelain skin and sharp features,big green eyes.

Her eyes were most peculiar, arno felt his breath hitch, he swore they were shining under her cute Hat decorated with sunflowers,Like emeralds under a candle.

Her hair in a bun covered by said hat with a few loose strands of hair.

Her attire was most peculiar, It looked familiar yet New to him.

18th century gown with earthy colours, another dress or something with some kind of turtle neck stamped with sunflowers.

--Oh dont worry--she said in a subtle accent he never heard before-- im too clumsy too

Then a Man,taller than arno looked at this mysterious girl, and spoke to her in a foreign tongue.

--hir kazwiv--(yes father) she answered back--Im sorry but I have to go

And so like that the Man and that enigmatic Lady dissapeared Into the crowd.

Who was she? What language was that?.

--You really outdid yourself this time Ray!

Jer pulled down on the Mans sleeve.

--Dont give me that look we still have to wait 100 Years more to reveal ourselves.

The Man sighed,he loved her daughter dearly but he had to admit that sometimes she was too much to handle.

--That doesnt mean you shouldnt let me have fun!besides he only gave my fan back!.

--ah mr Karuma Von terra and ms. Jerico Von terra,glad you could make it, is france too much to handle?

Ray wants to roll his eyes so bad,but he shakes his head and forces a smile-- not at all

--we Will discuss our arragement with you mr.von terra , let your daughter enjoy her stay at the Palace and have fun , oh and heres the keys to your bedroom ms.Von terra

Jer quickly takes the keys and puts it in her dresses inner pockets,terrans fashion was way out of this centuries reach.

Ray cant say anything before his daughter runs away from his grasp.

Both men walk alongside the other.

--Sadly mr Morgan couldnt make it,being a doctor took a toll on him,however he did say he Will come by to say hello.

Ray nodds

--Children huh?

The terran Man smiles --Yeah, rowdy bunch,however jerico seems to be having fun, shes a Smart kid,sadly until our reveal to the world isnt done I am afraid I cant let her get into trouble,we cant delay this any longer

His companion nodds and guides him to an Office.

Meanwhile,her daughter was talking with some of her father acquaintances.

She politely excused her leave and decided to find some more food to munch on.

The crowd seemed thick and busy.

Arno was looking everywhere for that girl, so much he started to sweat and he rested against a wall.

A soft breeze reached his face and when he Turned to see what was causing it, he felt dumb.

--too warm?--It was that woman she was looking for.

--Im afraid so...., Arno Victor Dorian

--Jerico Von Terra

He softly grabs her spare hand and kisses the back of it.

Her cheeks flush and she lets him hold her hand for a bit longer.

They Keep eye contact for a bit too, and suddenly, realizing that it was in fact too busy for their liking.

The french Man noticed that something was wrong,jeri seemed twitchy and unconfortable.

--Everything okay mademoissele?

She can only shake her head and thats when he realizes shes overwhelmed by the huge crowd.

He nodds and puts a hand on her Lower back trying to find an exit.

There, a stair that leads up to the guest bedrooms.

He pushed her closer to him as they passed the gatherings of people,helping her up the stairs.

Once on the upper floor she makes a signal to arno, he follows up to her bedroom.

Its spacy with decorations on the walls and ceilings,flowers And a big bed, he thought that maybe three people could fit in there.

Jerico sat on the bed, the Man sat with her and grabbed the fan from her shaky hands, using it to cool her down.

She hasnt spoke and whatever was left for him to do was to hesitantly put a hand on her shoulder and then down to her bicep to push her against his chest while still fanning her.

--Thank you

She whispers pressing her head to his chest.

The frenchmans cheeks flush red and tightens his grip around her.

He hasnt felt this way since....since elise,rest in peace.

His heart healed from old wounds a long time ago, and suddenly he felt it Flourish again at the sight of her.

--Anything I can get you?

He asked.

--Maybe water,and could you tell a servant to inform mr von terra that im here?

--Hes your father I suppose?-- she nodds- very Well miss ill be right back....

Arno leaves giving her back the fan, asking for a glass of water and telling a maid to deliver the message to jericos father.

Now the night went on , so did the party.

Altough Ray did not approve of arno being alone with jerico in her room,he trusted his daughters judgement for once.

Jer was looking out the balcony, arno comes from behind and squeezes her shoulder--How are you feeling now belle? (Beautiful?)

--alors vous demandez à tout le monde comment vont-ils?(so thats how you ask everyone how are they?)

--seulement ceux qui me semblent jolis(only to those I find pretty)

--And you find me pretty?

--oui (yes)

Arnos hand holds jericos as they lean into the other,his spare arm hugs her waist and Jers falls loosely around his Lower back.

Their lips press togheter for an instant,before parting away and then again meeting the other.

He felt like not letting go, he didnt want to leave tonight.

He felt his heart explode in Many colours as the vitraux in the cathedral when the sun hits it.

--Stay?--she asked softly as their foreheads pressed togheter.

--How long Will you stay?I cant say goodbye now

Jer felt her chest warm, and pressed a soft kiss on his lips again--A month maybe,but I do wish to see you again monsieur dorian...

Arno lifts her up like a bride and carries her back to the bed where he promptly lets her back rest and hover above her, letting his head fall on the crook of her neck to then cuddle her in said bed.

--Then ill stay

Jerico smiles , hugging him tightly.

Arno knew almost nothing about her,but this whole night felt right.

--bonne nuit chéri(good night sweetheart)

--bonne nuit mon prince( good night my prince)

And they were just getting started.

Every afternoon while Ray discussed the affairs that had brought them there, jerico and arno would sneak out to eat something at the most beautiful cafes in france.

Walk among the shore, and travel the markets.

When the clouds were present and the rain fell mercislessly upon france, they would be found in bed, cuddling eachother in the dark as the fireplace cracked.

And slowly,jer started to reveal who she was.

But not things like,what she liked, what interests she had,wich books she read,he found out about that the first week they spent togheter.

No, where she came from,why so much mistery upon their arrival.

She was a princes from a Place yet to be discovered,or to be revealed to humanity.

He had to spend a whole day processing all the information he was given.

And, yet that only made him want her more.

But love grew and the month fled away fast.

Both lovers were scared of separation, they couldnt be appart for long.

Ray,who had loved as strongly as his daughter did, decided to let her stay in a Palace in the outskirts of france in wich arno would move in a couple of weeks after.

Jer had the opportunity to leave france whenever she wanted.

But seeing that her love for arno was too big,as were his, it seemed that it would be a long time before that would happend.

Now,in a hot summer day, jer was under a tree, Reading when she felt a breeze.

--Mon amour...--her boyfriend said using the same purple fan who helped them meet to cool her down- May I get a kiss?

Jeri giggled at the dorkiness of arno, and nodded, kissing him softly.

They were not letting go any time soon.

《OKAY TO RB AND GUSH IN THE TAGS》

#f/o community #romantic f/o #f/o #f/o x s/i #self shipping #my f/os #self ship #self insert #f/os #f/o tag #f/o fic #arno

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luxexhomines · 5 years

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Ahhh, thank you guys so much for asking!! I just compiled them all into one post so I don’t clog up your dash with several posts. Here we go! I’m going to tag this as discourse and put a cut because my answers to the letters might not please everyone, aha. It’s long, too. Major spoilers for NDRV3.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Honestly, I’m not super sure at this point. Surprise, surprise, I only just recently finished watching the rest of NDRV3 and started writing for it. And I haven’t thought about tropes that much, though I’m sure I’ve written plenty of them into my writing at some point, even if not posted on here.

If we’re going to go Danganronpa-centric, as this is my side blog for Danganronpa writing, I’d say that I fall in love with characters that are contradictory and with seemingly bipolar or gray morals despite probably having morals as straight as an arrow myself, i.e. Nagito or Kokichi. The characters playing “straight man” and relating to the reader’s perspective are also my favorite; in a wacky situation, they offer reason and normal reactions, which I would peg Hajime as (maybe Kazuichi, too, although he’s more of a crybaby). In fanfiction, I just love hurt & comfort fics, especially involving–you guessed it–Kokichi. I am particularly partial to the Oumota chapter 5 and chapter 5 trial rewrites, which, lucky for me, both of which are quite often rewritten by spectacular writers.

If we’re going in general, I always end up reading manga with an independent, strong and decisive character that crosses worlds and/or bodies by accident or death and becomes incredibly powerful/influential in the world and dominates over other characters with skills ranging from cooking to fighting. I guess I read a lot of manhua with martial arts or other manga with game aspects to it.Writing-wise, I love reading slow burn fics, even if I haven’t read one in quite some time.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

I have a feeling this is going to go into highly controversial areas, so if you ultra ship Kaito x Maki, please turn away now...

I just hate that “man saves woman” from herself or traumatic past trope. Don’t get me wrong, I love hurt/comfort like I mentioned, but to specify, what I mean is when a strong and independent woman needs saving by a man. I realize Maki has a lot of issues from her past as an assassin and that Kaito is a viable, good option for helping her out and facing those issues, but the fact of him being a man and the way he just swoops in and fixes things forcefully by pulling her along for training just irks me. And before you ask, yes, if Kaede did it instead as a woman I would have less of a problem with it, even if I don’t like that somehow after a couple days of training together Maki somehow is better able to get along with others and most notably Shuichi despite having spent the previous entire time cooped up in her Ultimate room alone, is willing to use her experience as an assassin to help out with the investigation when she just walked out in the past, etc. Problems from a past like that would never be so easily faced in reality; people and their minds are much more stubborn than we’d like to think, too.

In general, I am also highly averse to the Women in Refrigerators trope. To some extent, I feel that Kaede fits this trope, as a.) she is an important, pivotal, incredibly fleshed out female character and even the initial protagonist of ndrv3, b.) she dies arbitrarily for a murder she did not commit, c.) a big part of her death is written into Shuichi’s character development for making him grow as the protagonist (he sheds the cap, faces the truth, and the memory of Kaede’s last wishes serves as his support to reveal the truth several times in trial), and of course, d.) her death in the execution is grotesque as befitting of a Danganronpa execution. Kaede deserved so. much. more.

There are probably more out there, but I won’t mention them for the sake of length & time.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Okay! So don’t hate me for this, but I haven’t been really keeping up a bunch with fanfiction writers or specific ones that much. It just hasn’t ever been a habit of mine in the past to follow one writer–ironic, I know. There’s one that immediately comes to mind, but she’s not part of the Danganronpa fandom, so unless someone asks, I’ll leave her out of it. However, there are a couple of writers that I recently discovered through the Oumota weekend event and which I follow on my main blog, and I thoroughly enjoy reading their work. Their work also contains mentions of NDRV3 spoilers!

1. @kirastrations

I recently reblogged her work on this blog because I have so much love for the Oumota fic she wrote (which deserves more love!). It’s called One by One, One After Another, and I simply adore the way she writes Kaito’s character and experiences with the other characters throughout the game and the overarching feeling that comes across as a result of the situation and what ensues. The diction choices she makes is absolute art; I see the imagery so clearly in my head, and not a single word of hers is wasted. It’s concise while being aptly and most beautifully descriptive. Even though I’m not a huge fan of Kaito, the way she writes him and his actions make me love him. I would describe the work as a futile yet desperate and exquisite struggling, an embodiment of angst that is so beautifully painful that it appears to be an illusion. I haven’t had a chance to check out other works from her just yet, but that’s on my to-do list!

2. @golden-redhead

I love, love, love their work too. They recently posted Lavender, a Kirumi x Kaede (Tojomatsu? Kaerumi? Kirumatsu?) work for femslash Feb, and it is a post-reality Virtual AU short fic. The way they write the interaction between Kirumi and Kaede offers such a delicate, carefully constructed image and story while creating some tension between the two. They also format the story with Kirumi’s thoughts in a simple and straightforward way that is just so delicious to read. Aspects of Kirumi explored are small things that unravel into a bigger statement about her character and the nature of the killing game and the impact it has left on her. It reminds me of the way a player might gently stack up a house of cards–attentively, with a sharp eye and feel.

3. @starlightwritesalie

They wrote these two Oumota fics for the weekend that I fell in love with, especially the one for Day 1: Heroes/Villains. Sometimes when living in the world of Danganronpa, you forget that these tragic situations and the killing game are experienced, in essence, by children. You can argue that they’re older than high schoolers for the first two games, but mentally they are still high schoolers, and let’s face it–a couple years above the legal age of being an adult in America, 18, can hardly be counted as an adult, either. They reminded me of that sickening fact so poetically yet bluntly, and the story they write only serves as a further reminder of that fact. They write statements about the situation and how the pair act in the situation that are so agonizing yet irrefutable–as is the situation that they’re both trapped in. The ending is so unbearably cruel, packed with pain, but the way they create it is so decisively soft and snatches away my breath with the truth at the heart of the game, the situation.

So there you have it! Sorry that my answers are so long... I have too much to say, and especially about the people whom I adore. Since it said to pick 3, I didn’t get to include these two, but I also love aroseandapen and mystic-mints dearly. If you ask, I’ll write a whole paragraph on why I love them, too, although I suspect by this time you all are getting rather tired of all my talking, haha. I also didn’t include imagines blogs, but if you’re curious, feel free to ask about that since I am still kind of a imagines blog! I guess at this point I’m kind of a fusion of an imagines blog and normal fanfiction writing blog.

Thanks for asking, and if you have any more questions, feel free to shoot an ask!

#ask #anon #ask game #writing ask game #lux answers #lux speaks #discourse #not imagines #not writing #ndrv3 spoilers #drv3 spoilers #v3 spoilers #danganronpa spoilers #controversial #ask away if you have any more questions! I will always answer!#luxexhomines #astrogirl2003

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gothic-chicanery · 5 years

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The Diary of Dr. Elena Rosewood

Horror one off story. I’m putting it under a cut

TW for blood, death, and disease

12/14/37

Sent to quarantine, and am currently kicking myself. I tested positive for the disease and the police didn’t listen to my explanations. Now I am without my lab and test instruments, and the data gathered will be strictly qualitative. Damnit.

Of course, this may be a blessing in disguise, as the effects of the vaccine will be able to be seen firsthand, and I’ll have to worry less about my own credibility. Though as a medical doctor who has spent years studying this disease, credibility was never too much of a worry.

I just hope someone takes care of my cats.

No symptoms so far, though that is expected. The incubation period is usually about a week, but this may be altered by the fact that this is a weaker strain that will be easy for my body to fight off. Maybe I will not have any symptoms at all. One can only hope I suppose.

12/16/37

A man leaned into me while I took my daily exercise yesterday, so close that his nose almost touched mine. Dark red sclera showed he was in the later stages of the disease. “We all have it in here,” he growled. “We are all infected.” His breath smelled awful, a mix of metallic and rot, as if someone had shot a deer in a penny factory.

“Yes,” I said slowly. “That is essentially the point of a quarantine.”

I’ve decided to keep mostly to myself from now on.

This story has very little to do with the scientific side of my work, but it is an anecdote that I think would provide quite the cinematic moment when there is a biopic made about me. I mean, the person who discovered a vaccine against the blood plague (though I always hated the sensational nature of that name) will surely get some sort of film recognition.

When I get out, of course, I’ll remove this section. But I believe it is best to be honest to yourself. The rest of the world can get the cool, collected scientist.

Asymptomatic probably still. I thought my sclera looked a little redder, but that may be more easily attributed to confirmation bias or the quality of the mirrors here. It’s a wonder I can see my reflection at all through the graffiti. Wishing I was home. Accurate testing equipment wherefore art thou? My ex, I’m sure, would correct me. Wherefore apparently means why even though it has a where in it. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why you never should date English majors. And they say scientists have sticks up their ass.

12/20/37

Definite redness now. I guess it was too much of a long shot that I wouldn’t end up with anything happening. I can’t decide which looks better, a miraculous recovery, or to never get sick at all. I think this. Looks like I’ve suffered more.

Though of course, this isn’t about me. It’s about all the people that I will be keeping safe from the disease.

12/25/37

Well. Merry Christmas to me. I’m Rudolph the Red-Eyed Fucking Reindeer. Disease taking hold. I think it’ll get worse before it gets better, damn it. It’ll definitely get better though. I’m confident in my own intelligence, if nothing else. I had hoped to be out of here before Christmas, but I guess that’s too much to ask for.

I’ve started tasting blood. Every meal seems tainted metallic, though that might actually improve the shit they have us eating. It’s all frozen and half rotten, bottom of the barrel kind of stuff. I guess that makes sense, why waste the good food on those of us that are going to die anyway? I mean, I won’t. But for the rest of them, why bother. There is no cure for the blood plague. Even I’ve only managed to come up with a vaccine.

1/3/38

I lost my journal. No, more accurately, it was stolen by the motherfucker from before. More accurately, he stole it, bled on the pages, and then threw it outside the fence. I have no clue why. He’s bad, blood streaming from his eyes and lips. I could barely make out what he was trying to say, every time he tried to speak, blood dribbled out. Not that I cared what he had to say. I’d imagine he only had days left.

My own condition isn’t getting better, though it hasn’t gotten noticeably worse. Small amounts of blood in my mouth, my spit has been slightly tinged pink for the last few days. I calculated the turnaround though. It should be any day now. Any day…

I debated whether or not to write down how I’m writing this, as my journal is no longer here, and decided why not. It’s blood on my wall. I know what you’re thinking, that i’ve likely gone insane, that the blood plague is taking hold. It’s not, I can promise you that. When you look at it, it’s perfect logical.

My top priority is information. I have to record these events so that the process of my vaccine can be documented and studied. As a scientist, I know the most essential thing is data. I need to be able to provide that. I’ve just been forced to use alternative methods.

He would’ve died anyway. There is no cure for the blood plague, and he barely had days left. Something that saves lives is more important than the death of one man, I know it seems macabre but he would’ve died in days. Is it really even a murder when you’re both on death row?

He is.

Was.

I’m not. I’m going to live.

It wasn’t hard, really, to kill him. He wasn’t strong, and it was quite easy to split his head open. The blood just mingled with what was already on the floor and walls, have I mentioned this place has gotten disgusting with all the blood. Dragged him to my room, dipped my finger in, and began writing.

I don’t want this to sound horrific. It’s not. I distanced myself from things, made the matter merely academic. When dissecting something, you don’t contemplate the pathos, you just analyze. That is merely what I’m doing. He would’ve died soon anyway.

1/11/38

The body stinks to high heaven and I can barely get enough blood to write with without a few maggots or flies crawling over my fingers. I need to remain objective but they are truly disgusting.

Blessing in disguise, perhaps, my own eyes have begun dripping. My mouth too, though that’s diluted. I can keep writing. I will document this. I will wait for my body to fight off the vaccine, for immunity to kick in. I will be the one to figure it out I will be known I will be a savior

Just a little longer

#horror #writeblr #my writing

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noelynbocaling · 4 years

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1. What is CREATIVE WRITING?

Is any form of writing .For exmple wattpad stories,poetry,poem and journal.It may be seem in real life situation or either in your imagination.Everyone can make their own creative writing.

2. Why study Creative Writing?

We study creative writing inorder to share and to inpired about our experiences.It may also help us to expand our imagination and to escape us from reality.It will also give as hope when times of trouble.

3. Why is being creative important for survival in this post truth world?

Creative writing is very important for survival in this world .When you’re sad and you were in trouble,and you cant express your problem and no one can hear.Just read a book that has a deeper problem that yours and you’ll just eventually accept the situation and you’ll appreciate the life that God has given to you. By writing a poem you can also express your feelings so that you’ll not feel alone.

4. Do you think that creativity involves putting your heart and soul into your work? Or is it more like letting your mind flow freely to witness the surprising results of your actions? Explain your answer.

Both.Creativity involves putting your feelings and also letting your mind flow freely of what you are observing.Just like when you are writing wattpad books,it must be putting a feelings so the readers may be relate.And there are kind of writing just like when youre using observation like the movement of your sorrounding.

5. Do you believe that it is important to be accepted by others as being creative or is just doing what you love to do enough to justify your work? Explain.

Its not that very important because theres a book that the author write it just to express his/her feelings and not minding the readers if they will accept it or not.And it’s depend on the author because some author just create a story for their readers.

Writing Imaginatively

Write a sentence or two to explain what is happening. (3 points each number)

1. "Don't move," he whispered.

The girl was in fight.She gets briushes and when she went home,Her husband clean her wound and she moved because she felt sore."Dont move"the boy wisphered trying to hide angry because the girl always went home with her briushes for she cant accept that shes married because his parents pushed it.

2. It was the opposite of love at first sight.

The first time I saw him it feels different.Dont get me wrong ,I dont like him!The way he talks at my bestfriend is so frustating!He even glared at me.I dont know but I fell like I dont like him,I mean I hate him and I will be hate him for the rest of my life.Omg,I knew that there's love at first sight,but really???I dont even know that hate at first sight exist.It was the opposite of love at first sight.

3. The scream sounded far away.

While I was walking along the street,I saw a girl runninh towards me.When she reached me I saw her crying and begging "please help me,he will kill me"and I realize that theres a man behind her.And the man said "dont mind her,shes my wife she has a mental illness and she escaped from hospital" And I look at the girl she just crying and I can see like shes begging.But I just tell her that go with your husband and immediately I walk.A second has passed and I heard screaming away from me and I saw how a man killed a girl.

4. It got harder every time.

The girl just came from break up and shes still inlove with her ex.She went to bar and she found a boy looking at him.She went to his place and they talk.And she discovered that the boy loves her eversince so they try to be in a relashonship.The boy ware persintence but the girl is so guilty because she knows that she still love her ex.The girl talk to a boy and tell that they should stop this.But the boy doesnt want to he will do everything just to win her heart and helo her to move on with her ex.Until the day has come and they boy said "Im tired .It got harder everytime"because he knows that she cant stop loving her ex but shes still madly inlove will her ex.

5. If it hadn't rained that night, everything would have turned out differently.

Time where all employee is going home.It was a rainy day and shes the only one who hasnt have a car and either umbrella.She waited the rain to stop until midnight.The boy came with his umbrella and offer it to a girl and she has no choice but to accept.And she realize that the boy doenst have umbrella to ,so she decided to share it with a boy.They talked and discover that the girl was living far from the town so he offer a shelter for a night and she immediately said yes because he looks handsome and a good boy.When they went to condo ,they sleep and someting happened to them.She got pregrant and the way is not around anymore.She regret it and said"If it hadnt rained that night,everything would have turned out differently"and she retget it.

The Invisible Man

Yvett and Sam were bestfriend since they were in Grade school.They grow together.Sam has feeling for Yvett but he remains it for himself and never tried to tell Yvett because he knew that she has a boyfriend that time.They are 18 years old and studying for the same university and they will just talk if she has a problem for her boyfriend.Sam hurts everytime she talks about her boyfriend but he remain silent because that’s the only time were they can talk.But that time Sam is so tired in that scenario .Finally he confessed his feelings for her and he expected that she will get angry of Friendsover,but it happened differently. She hugs him and saying,”I never thought that the man meant for me is just here at my side and act invisible”.

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callhimyoungk · 7 years

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Q&A tag

putting these all under read more bc this is vvvvvv long. enter at your own risk :D

pt1

thanks #legendlizzy @wonpillows for tagging me! luv u

1. What member of your bias group would you stay up until 2am and talk about random topics with?

It’s either jae or brian, probably jae bc brian is probably off sleeping somewhere but seriously tho, it would be fun to talk to jae cause he’s funny and deep at the same time :D i luv him

2. Of all your groups you listen to, who would you want to see do a collab?

G-dragon and tablo, their lyrics would make me cry :(

3. Your bias wearing a bandana or a choker?

if brian ever wears a choker ill choke for real

4. Go to South Korea to see a concert as soon as possible, or wait until they perform closer to where you live?

go to south korea to see a concert and also travel at the same time, it’d be a fun experience

5. Of all your groups, who would you have to look after 24/7? Why?

idk tho, probably seventeen cause they’re chaotic and fun af

6. What is your favourite concept from any one group?

blackpink’s girl crush concept especially their fashion,omg

7. What would you give your bias at a fansign?

i’d give brian the right to murder me right there and then #noregrets

8. Describe your bias with a colour, and explain why you chose that colour.

brian + grey bc he gives off the vibe as someone who thinks a lot on his free time (hence the great lyrics) and probably has a lot on his mind and he looks great in grey (this doesn’t make sense sorry)

pt2

tagged by @jahehyung luvluv uuuu

1. If you could put your bias group in any universe what would it be?

Hahaha i would put day6 in the shadowhunters universe, mostly just jae and brian cause they’re more fit for the whole concept hahaha (i have a mood to write this as an AU fic now)

2. have your bias speak your language or being able to speak your bias’ ?

Both tbh i love languages! it’d be great to be able to communicate freely w/o language barriers

3. who in your bias group would you go on a roadtrip with?

Jae and Brian, bc jae’s fun and we would have fun together and brian cause he’s good at everything

4. favorite album of the groups you stan?

all of taeyeon’s albums, epik high’s shoebox, day6′s sunrise

5. if you could recommend your bias one song/book/movie what would it be?

to jae Tablo’s blonote and Pieces of you

i think he would appreciate it

6. if you could sing one song with your bias what would it be?

um hsm songs with Jae bc hype hype hype JK

7. how did you know your bias was your bias?

ask mr steal yo fans himself please he dragged me into his lane

8. aaand you can only have one kpop song in your phone for the rest of your life you choose____?

BIG BANG FXXK IT omg that song’s a bop

pt3

tagged by the amazing and super friendly @noa-noa-noa my fellow rock band stan :D

1. describe what kind of tumblr you would expect the members of your bias group (or a bias group, if you’re multi) to have - bonus points if you can make up a url!

jae (chickenjae / yellowpostitman / swegchicken )

he’d post memes

and those relatable text post things that you either agree with completely or fucks up your brain permanently

everyone wants to be his mutual

gets asks every. single. time

sungjin ( sungjinbear / bobbear )

is always lurking somewhere but doesn’t really post anything

likes everyone’s posts and he only reblogs and never posts his own stuff

selfie game is A+ so he gets tagged in selfie tag games a lot

brian oops i mean youngk ( whoisbrian / callmeyoungk )

posts food pics everytime

or snippets of him and the boys singing and jamming

only follows food blogs and studyblr blogs

his followers love to tease him by calling him brian, hence the url

wonpil ( pilimiri / pilipili / keyboardpill )

loves getting asks

answers asks with lots of emoji

has a nickname for every anon he gets

everyone adores him except for jae who shades him

dowoon ( drummerboy / prank-em-all )

posts snippets of him playing the drums

gets shy when people send in asks complimenting him

reblogs puppy posts

with the tags “!!!”

2. If your bias were to die their hair green, what would you think?

brian boi come at me with green hair i’ll combust in happiness

3. if your bias group were in produce 101, what kind of trainee would they be?

day6 would be the ultimate talented group and seventeen would be the ultimate group that everyone adores (mind my pun)

4. if day6 had a fandom colour AND lightstick design, what would you want it to be?

BLUE

5. give me your headcanons: what happened between the couple from congratulations and ywb?

the girl asks for a break and even though that guy doesn’t know why he still goes with it because he loves her, and then he discovers her cheating all along so he is very upset, but as time passes, he starts to let go and move on and instead chooses to view everything as a beautiful passing and fading memory.

6. give me your headcanons 2: why did sungjin and the girl in i smile break up?

Because sungjin wants to delve deeper into his music career with the band and the girl gets tired of waiting so she breaks up with him.

7. what house would each of your bias group members be in if they were in harry potter? (you can do more than one bias group

idk anything about harry potter oops

8. let’s have some fun: if you could be your bias group’s stylist for one day, what would you put them all in (bonus if you can add their hairstyle and makeup looks too because reasons)

hmm whatever day6 has on rn is great and i’d let seventeen dresses more casually like how day6 carries their boyfriend looks every day

My questions:

1. If you could take a trip with your bias to an alternate universe world, where would you go and why?

2. One quote that you associate with you bias?

3. What concept do you hope your bias group will do one day?

4. If you and your bias are friends and you have feelings for them, how would you tell them?

5. Valentine’s Day with your bias wrecker or Christmas with your bias? Why?

6. What would you tell your bias if he discovers your blog?

7. Recommend a book for your bias!

8. Describe a fictional character that reminds you of your bias and why?

tagging @youngest-k @day69 @jahehyung @foreveryoungk93 @pasteljoon @day6k @dowooniee @dowoonerie @moondowoon @proteinmisfolding im just tagging people i see on my dash often you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to ofc :D (and bc i have a goldfish memory and i dont remember who’s done this and who hasnt oops)

#tagged in #this was funnn omg sorry i took so long #i was answering the last part at uni bahahaha not guilty at all #m2

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Type beat interview

BA. Introduce us to “type beat”

Matt: type beat at the moment is the two of us, Matt Magnell and Alec Doyle. We're a rock group from a southeastern town in Massachusetts. Currently we're writing songs that combine punk and progressive genres with a more of a sing along pop twist.

Alec: We used to write songs with a more heavy style but as we got older started appreciating melody and songwriting more and more, which brought us to the style you hear in "Great". the name "type beat" came from our love of hip hop and luckily no one had thought to use it as a band name yet!

BA. How old are you guys? How did you two meet?

Matt: We're both going to be 24 this year, Alec in April, and July for me. We met about 10 years ago now in middle school when a mutual friend of ours wanted to start a band to play the talent show. We were both primarily guitarists when we met, but I was starting to learn drums due to not knowing anyone else who played and I had stopped playing with the only drummer I knew right at that time. Two of my friends from class, Jorge and Luc played bass and guitar respectively, Luc said he had a friend who also played guitar, that was Alec. I didn't own a set at the time, but Luc did, so we went and stayed over his house that weekend and practiced.

Alec: Then on a very rainy march afternoon, i burst into our friend Luc's house & matt's knocked out asleep. I just say something stupid like "it's fuckin' nice out lets go skate" then he wakes up, starts shredding guitar and I'm like "woah this guy is serious. let's jam!" ten years later we've recorded over 50 songs together. But now I play the drums after discovering that it's my true passion alongside singing, and matt handles the strings. we both write for all of the instruments though!

BA. That’s very awesome! What do you guys normally do in a day? Do you live together?

Matt: We do not live together at the moment. I've lived up in the Worcester for the last few years. But from when we were 13 til just a few years ago, Alec was at my house every weekend and every day of every vacation.

At the moment, even though I live a bit far we are doing what we can to make it work and do something with music. Generally I'll go down to Wareham sometime durning the week to practice with drums, and on his days off, he'll come up to me and we'll work acoustically.

Durning the time we're not together I am on the computer working on demos, covers, or just generally practicing. I've been really focusing on trying to be a better overall singer and become more knowledgeable with music theory and songwriting.

Alec: As matt said we don't live together but the distance hasnt been an issue since we both have cars, and the ten year relationship makes songwriting as easy as sitting around doing nothing. Personally on days where we dont meet up, I practice drums/vocals for an average of 4 hours a day when im not resting, recently started skateboarding again to stay active and have a break from music. Taking drum lessons within the past year has been a massive help in growing into new ideas of playing too. I can't say it enough how much it helps.

BA. Finding your videos I love the simplicity of them. It’s a diy style that Very much shows your friendship, do you guys specifically film for “music videos” or are they more compilations of your life?

Alec: I can handle this answer! Well with "Great" we went out filming with the intention of making it into a music video. I personally really wanted to show off what our lives are like around our hometown, the places we go every day, and we went in with the vision of the song being the soundtrack to our roots, to always hold it down for home. I think we'll make more videos like that one, but we also wanna work with directors and make more serious high-budget visuals as well.

BA. I really enjoyed watching that.

Who do you guys listen to? And what did you used to listen to that maybe inspired what you guys are now?

Matt: As far as past influences go, I'd say The Fall of Troy has always stuck with us and embedded the progressive style. There are tons of bands that we grew up listening to, blink-182 and Avenged Sevenfold were the big ones when we met. Avenged really influenced our guitar style at the time.

My older brother's friends introduced us to a lot of different bands that had influenced our past projects. The Mars Volta, At the Drive-In, Man Man, Number 12 Looks Like You, and Dillinger among others.

Before I started playing music I listened to mostly contemporary mainstream hip hop and only bands I listened to were Green Day and System of a Down. I was really into metal when I started playing and wasn't open to much else, started getting into pop punk after I met Alec.

Now I try to keep an open mind to music now and listen to whatever I can. At the moment we're delving back and drawing inspiration from some older bands. The Beatles and the Beach Boys I'd say are influencing how we sing and write melodies. I'd also cite Weezer, Fall Out Boy, and The Wonder Years as influences on us right now as well.

Alec: Digging into the oldies has been huge for us. from Sam Cooke to Thin Lizzy to Billy Joel, there's a lot to take from the people who built entire careers without the internet to help or hinder them. Contemporary emo/punk has definitely become a favorite for me, PUP, The Menzingers, Jeff Rosenstock, Joyce Manor, The Hotelier etc. We still listen to other heavier bands like Every Time I Die, Vein, The Blood Brothers & La Dispute are two huge favorites, i could go forever! And we still listen to the radio for whatever it can give to us, the biggest lesson we've learned is to respect everyone's hustle and find the good in any kind of music. We're all doing the same thing!

BA. Do you guys have something you are trying to reach with music?

Matt: Our goal has always been to take music as far as we can. It's our passion and we want to make and play music everyday for the rest of our lives, we want it to be the thing that pays the bills. In ten years, I want us to be selling out stadiums, but we have a lot of work before then. We're just gonna keep working hard and knocking off our goals to work our way up the ladder and see how far we go.

Alec: We're definitely at the point of no return, i don't think there's a single friend of ours who wouldn't smack us silly if we ever gave up the dream of making a living through music with all the years we've already put in. we just have to stay focused, not look too far ahead, stay true to ourselves and be empathetic to everyone around us, and then hopefully we can give something for the world to take away from in a constructive way!

BA. I’m so happy to hear you guys are determined. In December you guys performed a show! Have you done any others? And how was it?

Matt: We've played a handful of shows over the last year as type beat. Now that we have transportation we're planning on touring as soon as we release our upcoming album. In our prior project we played locally and around other parts of MA and RI a good amount. The December show was with our friends from The Morgana Phase at the Fete in Prov, they put together a great show and we had a really awesome time there.

Alec: as type beat, so far we've played MA, RI, NH & NJ, hoping to multiply that a few times in the months following our album release. finally getting a van this past autumn was a huge step, and a load off our minds to focus on practicing. The shows we've played so far have been amazing, we've made some great friends over the years in our old bands and they all seem to appreciate the direction we're going in now, excited to get back on the road for sure!

BA. As “type beat” or even before who have been some people that you have befriended?

Alec: Aw dang well I'm gonna have to give a big shout out to Basement Beers, Heavenward, and Groomers all from New Jersey, definitely the closest friendships we've made with bands outside New England. & the bands huo & Destination Dimension from Connecticut. I also played one of my first solo sets with type beat songs alongside Remo Drive from Minnesota on their first MA show, and they slept in my basement. very nice boys! Not to mention everyone from home, Newfield, Deficiency, Barren, Brain Habits, Full Body Shot, Keep Well., Funeral Attire, Dreamwell, Anyone Anyway, Rainsound, Rocket Ship, Royal Street, The Morgana Phase, Sock Lops, Professor Caffeine & The Insecurities, THE WORKOUT, Degrader, Regime, In Good Nature, Robinwood, Frantic Endeavor, Sunsinger, Defret, Treatment, When All We Love Is Lost, the list doesnt end! it's humbling being part of a scene with a ridiculous amount of talent, definitely keeps us inspired. Our producer John Dello Iacono has become a dear friend of ours, has engineered/mixed/mastered most of our old bands' music and hes very comfortable to work with. We're lucky to have him!

BA. Sounds like you guys are liked! Well it was great having you on and getting to know “type beat” more. Anything you want to say before we finish?

Matt: We're gonna be heading into the studio soon to record our album entitled "Pipe Dream" and the plan is just to head out and get that to as many people as we can. In the mean time we've been thinking about posting more content of us, whether it be originals or covers. Definitely keep a look out for us!

Alec: Big shout out to our best friends we spend every day with, we luv u

Thank you for having us, we very much appreciate you taking the time to do this with us!

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My Life as a Robot

I have been part robot since May. Instead of legs, I move on gyroscopically stabilized wheels. Instead of a face, I have an iPad screen. Instead of eyes, a camera with no peripheral vision. Instead of a mouth, a speaker whose volume I can’t even gauge with my own ears. And instead of ears, a tinny microphone that crackles and hisses withevery high note.

Im a remote worker; while most of WIRED is in San Francisco, I live in Boston. We IM. We talk on the phone. We tweet at each other, but I am often left out of crucial face-to-face meetings, spontaneous brainstorm sessions, gossip in the kitchen.

So my boss found a solution: a telepresence robot from Double Robotics, which would be my physical embodiment at headquarters, extending myself through technology. Specifically, an iPad on a stick on a Segway-like base. The telepresence robot market is crowded, ranging from high-end offerings like iRobot’s Ava (starting price: $69K) to the relatively more affordable Double, which starts at $2,499. The company says it has sold nearly 5,000 of them since its launch in 2012. Mostly these go to big corporations like IBM and McDonald’s, but I’ve heard of teachers and hospitals using them, too. Supposedly all a Double needs to work is a strong Wi-Fi signal.

Christie Hemm Klok/WIRED

The first time I opened the Double interface in Chrome and clicked on an icon of my robot 3,000 miles away I was greeted by the pixelated image of my boss’s torso and a few headless coworkers. There probably were some instructions somewhere that I should have read, but I didn’t. “How do I move it?” I asked them. “We don’t know,” they said. I clicked around. Nothing. I tried the arrow keys and, boom, jolted out of the robot’s charging dock and toward onlookers. I was like a foal, learning to walk. It took about 10 minutes to discover that a) driving a robot using a browser interface is clunky and b) the hip flooring choices of WIRED’s office were going to be my nemesis, with every transition from concrete to rubber to carpet providing another opportunity to fall on my screen.

Growing Pains

Before I ever tried the robot, I was sure I would hate the thing.I thought it would make me small and flat and foolish. I thought it would be annoying to deal with, would require me to wear pants (something we remote workers often don’t do, world!). I thought it would make me a novelty, a sideshow, a joke. And I thought it would be a waste of time.

Diary Entry: Day 1 Nice to meet you…robot, is it? says a strange torso I encounter in the kitchen.

EmBot, I say, Nice to meet you, too!

The figure leans down and puts a hand out to shake. Helpless, I move the EmBot from side to side using the arrow keys in what I hope translates as a gesture of excitement, rather than malfunction. Ill never really know if it worked out. The screen freezes and when it comes back, the torso is gone. I am alone, standing in a stream of humans trying to get breakfast.

Its just me, a robot, waiting in line for the human food I cant eat, I say. No response. I repeat it a few times. Is this thing on?

When I boot up, some of my original fears are realized: I’m disoriented and silly and helpless. I am a spectacle. People ogle and take pictures. I feel like a dog, the recipient of gawking smiles that say, Awwww, youre so adorably unable to take care of yourself. But, most importantly, I am surprised to find that being a robot is delightful. It’s thrilling. I am in the office! There is the kitchen! There is Sam! Hi, everyone! I am here!

Diary Entry: Day 2 I roll over behind Sams desk for a brief chat about a deadline. She hasnt heard me approach. I dont know what to do. If I just say her name shell freak out. I Hipchat her, Look behind you. As soon as I do it, I realize thats creepy—but its too late. She turns and there I am.

Hi, I say as casually as possible, I just–

Sam cuts me off. Em, she says, can you control the volume? Youre very loud.

I am? I ask.

YES, the entire bullpen yells.

I find and adjust the volume. I guess I was screaming all day.

Later that morning, I experienced the joy of being in the daily editorial meeting as a robot. Plunked at the end of the conference table, my iPad head tracked the conversation, listening. Yes, I interrupted people because my browser was a few seconds behind. Didn’t matter. I heard Molly on the phone from the Caribbean and she was barely audible. The audio system sucks. As she was trying to talk people were kind of looking exasperated. Not at her, but at the system. That was me two days ago, I kept thinking. Two days ago that speaker system was my only conduit to theentire company.

It was then I knew I could never go back. I felt so superior as my robot. I loved my robot.

I Am Become EmBot

The crazy thing about being a human 3,000 miles away from your telepresence robot is that divide instantly dissolves when you activate. As soon as I call into EmBot, I am her, and she is me. My head is her iPad. When she fell, I felt disoriented in Boston. When a piece of her came off in the impact, I felt broken.

Nothing drove home the depth of my connection more than the first time someone touched my robotic body without asking. My coworker (who shall remain nameless) came up to gawk at me, and then moved behind my screen. As I was chatting with other people, he picked me up and shook me. I expected pranks like this. Id have done the same thing if I were in the office and it were some other poor schmuck calling in to a stupid robot from far away. But I didnt expect how instantly violated I felt. He just picked up an extension of my body. One moment I was in control of myself, the next, I was powerless. I laughed from the iPad screen faced away from him, but I was unsettled, and then immediately embarrassed, for the first time, because why should it matter to me if the stick Im currently streaming from is picked up off the floor a continent away?

Get over it, I told myself. But then it happened again. And again.

Diary Entry, Day 3 My coworker picks me up as Im wheeling to the meeting because Im slow. I don’t want to be slow! I want to walk on my own! Im an adult! She lifts me up before I have a chance to object. In the air I meekly say, Just ask me first if youre going to lift me, which no one responds to because I assume they think that it’s a joke.

This became my secret shame. People wanted to help me, but every single time they did it, I felt infantilized. I needed to tell my coworkers not to pick me up—a conversation I dreaded. I did this by sending them a draft of my daily robot diary, in which they read about how I was feeling. (Classic passive aggressive move, you say? No doubt, but the few times I’d said the words aloud, they hadn’t clicked for people, so I thought the log was the best way.) It worked. Now no one touches my robot without permission. Case in point:

Diary Entry: Day 5 I cant get out of the all-glass conference room alone. I turn my screen to Joe and he says, Should I carry you?

Thats probably wise.

Ill just drop you off where its straight and then you can make your way from there. Joe is basically my robots father, and my robot is a toddler. When he picks me up Im jostled. He gently places me down at the straight hallway and I want very badly to navigate quickly back to my dock to prove Im self-sufficient, but the screen freezes twice and the motor is slow and it takes me forever.

Later, on the phone, another editor off-handedly said, You know, when Joe lifted you up and carried you—now I hope this doesnt make you uncomfortable—but from our end, with your face on the screen, it looked really inappropriate. Like he was cradling you in his arms. Because when we see the face, our brains cant help but project the rest of you, and so it was like you were actually being carried.

Looking at the future. #embot #newnewwiredoffice

A photo posted by @joemfbrown on May 7, 2015 at 11:00am PDT

So, even though I had given Joe permission to lift EmBot up, the fact that my face was still on the screen made other people uncomfortable. Fine. Another rule: If I ask for help and you pick me up, I’ll disconnect so the screen is dark. Voila. Everything was going to be fine.

EmBot Grows Up

After I put a stop to the inappropriate robot-touching, things quickly went from good to great. I’d call this the euphoria stage. I mastered the arrow keys (rather than holding them down and over correcting, just hit them quickly one at a time and roll like a BOSS). I figured out how to makethe robot stand taller so I wasnt constantly having conversations with peoples crotches. I booted up in the middle of spontaneous brainstorm sessions and shared ideas.

Diary Entry: Day 6

Major breakthrough! I have my first West-Wing-style walk and talk as Embot. I knew this day would come. After the morning meeting, Patrick walks with me down the hallway discussing a longread Im editing. Hes so cool about the robot thing that I briefly forget completely that its not normal to be a disembodied metal moving machine with an iPad for a face. He only says one thing that would be weird if I was walking down the hall as a fully-fleshed human, Youre about to run into wall, come this way.

At this point, I was also the star of cocktail parties in Boston. Everyone wanted to know how it was going with the robot. Are people still laughing at you? No. Isnt it weird that your robot is naked? No. Whats the worst thing thats happened with the robot so far? When I hit a dead-zone and EmBot died behind a strangers desk, with my face frozen on the screen, and I found out later that they thought I was lurking and spying on them. I mean, thats also one of the funnier things thats ever happened, but pretty terrible for that poor creeped-out human.

And just like that, I was a part of work in a way Id struggled to be since I first came on at WIRED. As a typical oldest child, tyrant and benefactor to two younger brothers, I pride myself on making sure everyone feels like were all in this together—whether “this” is divorce or publishing a magazine. Its hard to be that kind of leader when youre isolated from your team completely. When youre a voice coming out of speaker. EmBot changed that completely. Suddenly, there I was, materialized. My reporters and I started meeting face to face to discuss deadlines. Everything was so jovial and natural.

Christie Hemm Klok/WIRED

The other incredibly wonderful thing at this stage was that though Embot put me physically in the office, because she was just my head and not my body no one at work was seeing how pregnant I was looking. Now, of course, they know I am pregnant, but since I am not there, the visual reminder of my changed condition was not in their faces. I have worked at places before where women start getting treated differently when their bellies show. The kid gloves come on. I had been dreading how this could play out, but the way EmBot works I remained present and yet unchanged. No one remarked on my belly. It was not a factor in my work.

I became obsessed with EmBot. I couldt stop thinking about her when I turned her off at night. How sad that this thing that has made my life so much better was just dead when Im done working.

Diary Entry: Day 8

Its Friday. It occurs to me that EmBot doesnt get to enjoy the weekend. If only she had arms, she could push the button, summon the elevator, and be free. But shes a prisoner at work. Whereas my physical body is having adventures, growing a human life inside it and moving into a new apartment AND dog-sitting a Bernese Mountain dog.

Mostly my weekend will be about trying not poison my unborn child with paint fumes. My physical body is such a liability. Embot, though she is shackled to work and unable to exist without me to inhabit her, in some ways has the much simpler side of existence.

What if I have to share the Embot with someone? I tell myself that would be fine, but I know already that I would be feel upset. Embot is a part of me. Anyone else would be an intruder.

You can see from the daily diary entry that it was right about now that my connection with EmBot got a little weird. I couldnt let go of this notion that Embot was me and yet she lacked all freedom to exist outside the office. I started to feel that she was a caged animal. Which made me feel like a caged animal.

EmBot needed her freedom.

Get her a Mi-Fi, my friends suggested. Suddenly I imagined this vast conspiracy—finagling a coworker in SF to get me a company MiFi and surreptitiously hiding it under her screen. But then what? EmBot would rush out into the big bad streets of SOMA and try to find other robots to play with, meanwhile my poor comrade would be grilled by the Conde Nast HR department wanting to know “WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ROBOT? Who pushed the button to call the elevator, huh? The robot has no hands!”

That was clearly a terrible idea … and yet. I fantasized. I drove her past the elevator banks a few times to see if the Wi-Fi was strong enough for her to sneak out the door. I dont know what my plan was. EmBot was becoming a teenager. A teenager pushing her boundaries, pushing her luck.

First Pangs of Mortality

A photo posted by Patrick Witty (@patrickwitty) on May 7, 2015 at 12:09pm PDT

Within a few days, I started to realize perhaps EmBot wasn’t invincible after all. For one thing, I couldnt hear meetings very well. Sometimes I had to put my ear directly to the computer speaker to hear the people at the far end of the conference table, which meant that in the room EmBots face was just the folds of my (hopefully not-waxy) ear canal.

Double offers a $99 audio kit, which maybe would help this, but since we hadn’t yet decided if the robot was a wise investment, it was too early to shell out for add-ons.

Worse, though all EmBot needs to live is power and and Wi-Fi, signal strength was proving to be a big problem. Double Robotics acknowledges this is the leadingissue among corporate customers, because most businesses don’t prioritize a strong signal in hallways. This doesn’t matter for humans, but these dead zones can make navigating an office impossible for robots.

So even as I was obsessing about freeing EmBot from the cage of WIREDs office, she seemed less and less reliable. Even when the Wi-Fi was strong, the video would freeze for no reason. I missed crucial information in meetings, only to later learn that everyone thought I was listening because EmBot had frozen with my face on the screen, trapped in a ridiculous expression of curiosity.

And then, this happened:

Diary Entry: Day 12 I am feeling so alone. Embot is in a coma. She didnt charge overnight. “Haha,” I played it cool over IM to Davey, who sits next to Embot and checked on her vital signs for me. She shoved Embot into her dock. I assume shes charging now, but I cant tell.

Diary Entry: Day 13

She remains cut off of me. Its like Embot is in the kind of coma where she cant move or speak or alert the doctors that she is alive but inside her head, she is screaming, LET ME OUT! IM HERE! DONT TURN ME OFF!

Ive called her doctors, or parents, or gods, DoubleRobotics, but theres no answer. Theyll get back to me in one business day.

If she ever wakes up again, I promise to give her a better life. To give her some freedom.

Diary Entry, Day 14

Embot just had a seizure. I was so happy when she woke up that I decided this was my big chance to sneak her out and onto the elevator. I eased her out of the dock and turned to the right, but immediately something was wrong: her head was shaking. Just a little a bit at first but then side to side violently, thrashing around, my field of vision swinging wildly, too fast to make out peoples faces. I tried turning her and found that she was still responding to me somewhat but she could not be still. She was like diabetic Julia Roberts in Steel Magnolias, shaking out her beautiful wedding hair in Truveys salon.

I heard Chuck say, Oh no, youve woken EmBot like she was some kind of monster.

What is happening? Davey cried from her desk.

EmBot is having a seizure! I screamed into the computer. I dont know what to do!

As Embots camera panned quickly in front of Davey I saw her get up.

Can you put her in her dock? I asked, breathless.

She wont stop moving. She just keeps shaking.

I turned her off on my end, but Davey reported that she was still seizing on her own, face blank. She was like the body of a chicken, walking bloody around the yard after the chef cuts its head off. I implored Davey to find a button to turn her off. She did. She docked her. Shes docked now.

My heart wont stop beating. Maybe EmBot is corrupted and corroded and my time with her is over. Maybe EmBot is a monster. I feel like I just a had a seizure.

@EmilyDreyfuss FYI, Embots going crazy. Wandered out of its dock, now manically rolling back and forth.

Alex Davies (@adavies47) May 19, 2015

Were working on a fix. A coworker in San Francisco is logging into her, which normally would upset me, but Im so nervous I don’t care that another being enters her.

Im on the phone with Double Robotics, relaying what he finds.

He reports: On the screen it was shimmying back and forth, and I looked across the room and it looked like a wandering confused and dizzy child aimless and afraid. and alone. I left my screen and went over to see if I could help. I picked it up and smelled the wheels to see if it was on fire or anything then hurried back to my screen to put it in PARK. I may cover it in a sheet.

The Reckoning

Teaching my robot the hard lesson that she is not free http://pic.twitter.com/wen8MONbBm

— emily dreyfuss (@EmilyDreyfuss) May 21, 2015

After EmBot terrorized the office, nothing was the same. I relinquished my delusions of granduer. Double Robotics sent a new unit, and immediately upon activating it I knew it was not really EmBot. It rolls differently. Its speakers are quieter. It doesn’t connect to the Wi-Fi as well. It teeters differently on the carpet-edge. It’s not me. It’s just a robot. A robot I can’t trust.

I still use it, of course. Sure, It’s incredibly glitchy. Most weeks I have to write in our group chatroom, “SOS: EmBot is stranded somewhere between the dock and the IT department. Can someone rescue it?” It went through a phase where I couldn’t hear anything being said in meetings. Then for four days it was paralyzed, so needed to be picked up and carried everywhere. Now it does this thing where it clicks and hisses when the Wi-Fi connection struggles, setting an off-tempo jazz rhythm to every meeting.

It’s fine. I still prefer it to the speakerphone. It brings everyone in the office joy, even when it struggles. I get laughed at a lot from the iPad camera, but I like it. In a lot of ways, EmBot is a joke we are all in on together. Could we just set up an iPad in the conference room with FaceTime or Skype and achieve essentially the same thing? Sure. But where would be the fun in that, people? Where would be the soul-searching? Human life is short, and being a part-time, part-useful robot makes it ever so slightly more interesting.

Diary: Who Knows What Day, I’ve Lost Count

Joe carried EmBot to the head of the conference table for the edit meeting, because her Bluetooth connection isn’t working properly so I can’t control it. Sam asked, somewhere off-screen where I couldn’t see her, “Em, did you get new glasses?”

“No,” I spoke to the rest of the room, “my jerk cat knocked my glasses off the bedside table and I’m far too pregnant to crouch down low enough to get them, so I dug these out of a closet.”

“And that story,” someone from behind the robot said, “is the best argument in favor of having a robot. We would not have gotten to hear that if you were on the speakerphone.”

So, yes, as it turned out, most of the fears I had about becoming a part-time robot came true—it’s an unruly distraction that often makes me look ridiculous, that falls over and can’t be counted on—and yet my coworkers didn’t lose all respect for me. No, what happened was much more subtle and unexpected than that: EmBot lost her humanity. But I gained mine back.