#robot posting

I stand by this is the most attractive kind of robot design I can make.

Because it's the only-

But then I spend the better part of half an hour on a design for a fictional shoulder ball joint that will never be seen. Just because I want to know that the concept is functional in every way I can...

Of all of this, I took the longest with two joints, that being the circled double joint center bottom, and shoulder superstructure top right.

Do I need these to work?

Ostensibly no,

Do I still want them to?

The new machines' cockpit was small, claustrophobic. A series of three rings sit in place, one hooked to the main cockpit, and the other two being slides for a large mechanical arm which forked off into four small claws, one large claw and one more that curled back in on itself resting on top of its base with a curved metal plate like a rib cage.

The suits didn't help, as the girl stepped in, ducking between the tight rings coming form above. She could feel the bands, plastic, four on each limb, one around her waist, one centered in her palm.

The air was cold, and the broom closet of a cockpit smelt of oil and stale air. Her weight shifted unevenly, she pulled at the skin tight suit chafing at her armpits, crotch then just futzing with her hands.

Her figure wasn't much to look at, slightly muscular, relatively thin and not terribly well endowed. Her thin black hair had been cut short to fit in the black and green helmet hanging at her side. It was like a more advanced motorcycle helmet, a tight fit and keeping peripheral vision high.

Her green suit was barely lit by what would normally be emergency lights in the floor. Eight small rectangles casting a dull yellow hue over everything. The black webbing of her suit inside every joint itched and irritated her even more. Finally a crackly voice came through from the helmets integrated headset.

"Delta one, this is Helios five.."

Brief silence, "Delta one, what is it?"

"Are you done with preparations for the test?"

Muffled voice called out, brief pause, "All clear, all clear. We are all green our end Helios five."

The girl recognized the voice speaking, Jerome, the head mechanic. Though he was really more of a supervisor and didn't do much work on the floor.

He was kind, and that was enough to endear himself to her. She thought of his broad stature, breaking even just under six foot. He always wore some small string bracelets his kids made him, a white shirt and oil stained coveralls. His head was bald, said 'Too much work getting the grease out, and I think it looks cool.' He'd always flash a big smile, and such a warm presence.

She wished she could sit with him right now.

Another call on the radio, "Foxtrot one, this is Helios five."

"Foxtrot one, we are reading green. Ready to start."

"Lastly. Echo this is Helios five."

She felt a cold shot run through her, she tried to steady her breathing as she put her helmet on, "E-echo responding. I'm in po-position." Her voice felt dry and creaky, like a centuries old castle gate.

"Ok, prepare for initialization. Power, go."

The systems around her started to whir, electrical cables that had been holding little more than a static shock before now flooded the cabin with an ambient buzzing, pistons and gyroscopes readjusted themselves as the rings and arm powered on.

"Energy is reading green, prepare for the connection."

The arm overhead started to shift around and extend, the plate showing three small needles. The girl looked behind her at the looming arm, her eyes went wide as she hugged herself.

"Initiating link. Stand in position and prepare for the bridge."

Shakily she stood up, spreading her arms out by her side and closed her eyes. Her hands felt cold, her stomach felt awful. She wanted to leave, but couldn't, she knew that. Then the dragging of metal past metal as the arm moved into position and placed the cold plate on her back.

Perfectly around the metal rings on her back, going half way down her spine, the needles shot in, rotating and locking in place. The other mechanical appendages loosely grabbed her arms, thighs and torso.

The needles didn't hurt, they were only engaging with metal but she could feel the pressure, sickening. She could feel the movement and buzzing of the larger contraption beneath her skin. She could feel every bit of her, the mass of metal and wires around her and the world.

"Connection established, prepare for the N.M.B.

"5'

"4'

"3'

She started to feel her eyes buzz, like she were on a bumpy road making everything seen in doubles, triples or more.

"2'

Her head started to feel the vibrations, so she closed her eyes a balled up her fists by her side.

"1'

"Bridging."

She felt an overwhelming heat flash her body for a moment, then dissipate. Her Eyes now saw a large room, sterile white tiles and a long corridor. There were small machines set to either side of an inset walkway to the middle of the floor. There were also a few bridges that were raised cutting off connection from each side.

Slowly she let go of her balled up fists, feeling double feedback as she looked down at a large mechanical hand copying her movements.

"Monitoring N.M.B, delay currently reading point five milliseconds. Keep moving slowly to reinforce the connection."

Slowly, tentatively she started walking. Feeling herself move, and move again forced the auto stabilizers to correct her walking motion. The large metal beast lumbered slowly, with long aching strides.

"Bridge delay point three."

Slowly, as slow as a several dozen meter mech can, it made it's way down to the end of the room, to the adjoining hallway.

"Bridge at point one. Proceed to the testing chamber."

She was now not feeling the feedback of the behemoth separate from her own, or they were close enough to start ignoring the dizzying sensation.

"Vitals responding nominal. Adrenal levels half of our last go, good work Echo."

Being directly marked in a compliment, she jolted, causing the mech to do the same and jump, relatively, ever so slightly off the ground. Causing a noticeable noise to echo through the chamber.

"S-sorry."

"Twenty five percent of our last go. Continue on."

The thing.

So here's my last set of concept work and designs for the prior 3d model mech I made