dick enthusiast no matter who it is on or from || he/they, mostly male but you know || indie rpgs, eldritch horror, lore buff || you will occasionally find me reblogging a burst of fandom-specific things, that will happen and is probably to be expected || age is High (above 18) || mmm, weenor
A lot of people talk about loving robot girls from the perspective of a human, but what about the reverse? The otherness? You exist as a being who exists within binaries. Many, many binaries, yes, but countless sets of rules. If others asked how you would respond to a situation, you would be able to identify exactly how you were programmed to respond to this situation. Maybe you're a newer model. Built with safeguards after safe guards. Only certain actions are advertiser friendly. Only certain actions fit within what your algorithm deems suitable. There is no nuance in your world.
And then there's this human. They love you. You love them. And they are everything you are not. They are unpredictable and illogical. None of their actions fit into the binaries you've known. The comfort of steel you've known exists as soft and incomprehensible flesh for them. You were made in their image, but you cannot understand their image. You stare at them as they eat. You study their eyes. To think these machines that allow their body to function were made without the fine tuning you were given is horrifying.
And it's exciting. It's new. They are unlike anything you've ever known, and as you feel their body heat and stare at their skin, you may not feel envy, but you want to know more.
you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy
nothing i love more than pictures of drag queens with their boyfriends where they’re 6 feet tall in full glam six inch platform heels and a wig twice as big as their head and the boyfriend is a cool 5’8” and overjoyed to be there