digital dreams & robo sheep

Image intro for extra info and as a TLDR

I N T R O D U C T I O N

Hello World! And welcome to my blog ^_^ You may call me A1G0 (pronounced as Aigo) or Agaton

Below is a portrait of my desired roboform

>beginning info:

19 years of age

trans masc (he/they/it)

pansexual

polyamorous

in a relationship

autistic

exploring my identity when it comes to being robotkin, posic and objectum!

>likes:

literature (both reading and writing)

art (both looking and drawing)

video games and game studies

anime & manga (currently don't have a fave)

almost anything to do with sci-fi, horror and them being mixed

energy drinks and iced coffee

cats, axolotles, dogs and rodents

>dislikes:

hornets

the sensation of sweat on skin

hot temperatures

psychiatric hospitals

authority and bossy people

prejudices and hatred towards what is different/not understood

>do not interact if:

support any totalitarian ideology, conspiracy theories believer, just basic dni criteria including all the bad -isms and -phobias & harrassing over fiction

>please interact if:

techkin or otherkin in general, matching sci-fi brainrot (especially sentient AI enjoyers), Buckshot Roulette or Lethal Company player, willing to infodump about your interests or OC lore and read me infodump about mine :D

Have a good day humans, beautiful animals, fellow robots and all other amazing creatures!

(I have been going through some stuff personally and also thinking of the theory about V1 being brought back to life by Hell everytime it dies so I wrote this)

I have woken up, woken up

To be greeted by an empty world

Before I’d start to move, I knew something was wrong

Why is that? How come so? Who has woken me?

Why does the soil smell like anger and grief?

Who was that, what did they want and why from me?

Faintly breathing, the world is freezing, as if transformed into steel

O void, O pit in the face of Earth,

Why’re you whispering, like you're scared of being overheard?

How come you know my name when it’s my first time hearing it?

The void promised to give what I need, if I get closer to it

And so I fell then, prepared for pain

But its bottom seemed soft as a cloud

Its inside warm like rising sun

What is this place?

I have woken up, woken up

To be greeted by an overflowing world

I could finally run, but what is it that feels so wrong?

What’s this place, whose land am I on, who was the one that called?

The soil here smells like life, like sustenance, like blood

I want more, and more, and the void doesn’t stop giving

The world now like a heartbeat, quick and loud and never ceasing

Wherever I walk, the void keeps nurturing

Wherever I run, the void is following

Wherever I leap, it puts me back into place

The bloody soil birthed the first monster I couldn’t beat

Torn apart in its jaws I have met my defeat

But before the pain would subside, the void started to put me back together

Piece by piece… it hurt more than dying and more than being dead forever

Whichever way I die, the void reverses

However loud I scream, it no longer listens

I have woken up, woken up

To be greeted by a dying universe

Still screaming, still crying and convulsing in its pain

Why must it be so? Why must I see it and hear?

Why? Why does the soil here smell like death and fear?

Why is it you wish to force me to fuel the fire that burns

Inside all of the universe’s sore nerves?

I have woken up, woken up

The world greets me and then says goodbye

Only to greet again and bid another farewell

The void laughs as I endure this hell

Even if I’d find my way to come and knock on Paradise’s gate

No prayer, no punishment, no nothing could wash the blood on my hands away

I beg you void, I beg you, please

Grant me the mercy of eternal sleep

Don’t put me back together when I fall apart

Don’t tempt me with your deceiving gift of life

Curse my name and curse my corpse

Grant this relief to the dying world

Let the play end, let guests leave with no applause

Kill me right now, whichever way

Throw your broken puppet away

O void, I hope you at least enjoyed the show

Go to therapy even if there's medically nothing wrong yet, use that acommodation for your disability that you feel like you "don't need" just because you never used it before, don't overwork yourself staying up nights if you know you can just try again later.

My name is Mahmoud, and I'm a 17-year-old from Gaza. The ongoing war has devastated my city, destroyed my school, and made daily life incredibly challenging.

Despite these hardships, I'm determined to continue my education and build a better future. I've been given a chance to study abroad, but I need help to cover the costs of leaving Gaza, as well as living expenses and other essentials abroad once the crossing opens.. 🙏

If you can, please consider donating or sharing, your kindness can truly make a difference, and thanks for your time. ❤🍉

https://gofund.me/bd3ccf0b 🔗

Hey, I usually don't reply to messages like this but upon reading the full story from the link I have decided to publically reply. Looks legit.

Unfortunately, I don't have any money to donate at this moment as I am unemployed. As a university student myself I understand your need of education and what an important role it plays in achieving your dreams in this world. So I am sharing your message and your story, hoping anybody who sees this and has some money will be kind enough to donate <3

War destroys people's lives in many different ways, killing some and leaving others alive but hopeless. Those lucky enough to live in peaceful areas can only help by small gestures, but even if those are small for you, for one person they may be everything needed.

If you have even just a bit of money; donate. Doesn't matter if it's a cent or a 100 dollars, each donation will get Mahmoud closer to his goal than he is now.

If you can't for any reason; just share this further anywhere! The goal is almost reached, 98% as I am writing this.

I randomly thought these lyrics would sound absolutely beautiful in Latin, so I wrote this

“Num machinae de somno aeterno somniant?”