who knows?

just received the best text message I’ve ever had. from my mom

I am a huge fan of retiring to my quarters

In this economy you'll be lucky to retire to your nickels

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World Heritage Post

op change ur fucking url

Victor Frankenstein after achieving the impossible and building a fucking person from scraps of the dead: Oh god, ew, ew it's ugly! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew! Ew! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew!

*lying in bed next to a corpse of someone i loved and stroking its hair in a way that makes you hesitant to point it out to me, either because i haven't realised yet and you'd be forcing me to confront a level of grief that you're not sure you can handle, or because i might smile calmly and tell you that i already know and you're not prepared to deal with that either*

man if you're disabled you've GOT to find some way to make your fuckass body a source of pleasure whenever you can. jacking off. eating good food. wearing soft clothes. kissing an animal on the head. whatever you can do

It's fun when the robot character in the sci-fi show gets cut in half because nobody working on this type of media knows anything about robotics and you never know what you're going to find inside. Green printed circuit boards? Meat and viscera, but like in a weird colour? Just a shitload of goo?

I especially like it when the robot appears to have realistic musculature which operates via contraction, suggesting some sort of fluid-driven or shape-memory-based actuation, and then it gets dismembered and a bunch of random gears and sprockets go flying everywhere.

I like to think my engineers foresaw the likelihood of my bisection and designed a clean break point with that in mind, leaving a small compartment filled with confetti

why did they start breeding busses to have flat faces. they can't breathe

t-shirt with the words “high-functioning corpse” printed on it