#sims4scifi

Jumpsuit for a biorobot

This comfortable jumpsuit was specifically designed for the biorobots in your sci fi or futuristic game.

 New mesh

7 swatches

All levels of detail

Compatible with the base game

 Disallow for Random

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“Okay, so on the far left is the clutch, the next pedal is the break and the one on the far right is the gas,” Lyra explained, pointing to the pedals at G’rishly’s feet. “This is the gear shift and it’s a five speed. So this is first gear, second, third, fourth, fifth and this final one is reverse.” Lyra moved the stick shift as she explained. “When it’s not in  gear it’s in neutral. This is where it needs to be once you start the jeep. With me so far?”

G’rhisly nodded and repeated back what Lyra said pointing to each. “What is next?”

“When you start the jeep, put your left foot down on the clutch and with your right foot press down on the break,” Lyra explained and double checked her seat belt. She had driven them to a mostly empty parking lot after they unloaded the groceries. She couldn’t help but feel like this is a bad idea even if she promised. Please don’t let him wreck my jeep, she thought and prayed desperately. “Once the jeep is started, put it into first gear and you will let off the break and slowly let off the clutch while simultaneously pressing down on the gas pedal. Okay, you ready?” She asked, and pressed her feet firmly against the floor board bracing for the inevitable stall. 

G’rhisly pressed down on the clutch and brake and started the jeep. He then pushed the stick shift into first gear and gripped the steering wheel with both hands. Then slowly started easing off the clutch and pressing down on the gas pedal. The jeep slowly moved forward. “What is next?” He asked, keeping his eyes forward. 

Lyra turned to look at G’rhisly impressed. When she’d learned how to drive stick shift she’d stalled so many times that she had to start the jeep in second gear to get it going. “Oh,” she exclaimed, sitting forward and pointed to the speedometer. “Once you get to a certain rpm you’ll need to shift gears. I do it based off sound, so once I tell you to shift press in the clutch down and shift into second simultaneously.” Lyra settled back into the seat and watched G’rhisly. He was concentrating very hard and she was impressed with him so far. “Okay, shift now.” 

G’rhisly shifted into second gear smoothly and grinned in triumph. Lyra grinned in response. She caused that, she thought in satisfaction. She’d made him smile and G’rhisly looked very handsome when he smiled. It was small and looked slightly naughty, she briefly wondered if he smiled like that during or after sex...wait a minute! No no no, she thought, pulling the break on that stray thought. Clearly, it had been way to long for her. 

“What is next?” G’rhisly asked, looking at Lyra from the corner of his eyes. “Lyra? What is wrong? Did I do something wrong?” 

“N-no,” she stuttered, shaking her head to dispel those thoughts. She did not need to be thinking those thoughts at all.  “Sorry, Since we are in a parking lot you won’t get past second gear. But when you slow down to stop, you’ll push down on the break and will have to downshift. When we come to a complete stop you can either idle in first or move into neutral.” Once she explained it, she made him practice it multiple times while circling the parking lot.  

G’rhisly felt fairly comfortable with the basics. “Can I drive us home?” he asked, as he steered towards the exit of the parking lot. “I feel ready.” 

“Uh,” Lyra drawled out. “I don't know if that’s a good idea. You don’t have an ID and if we get pulled over..”

“Please, I would really like to try this,” he interrupted her. “And if we get pulled over I can wipe his mind.”  At least he thought he still could. Lately everything had become dumbed down. He couldn’t read thoughts or even pick up on emotions. It was as if he were being blocked, but every once in a while he could read Lyra. It was the strangest thing to ever happen to him...well second strangest. 

“That is not something you should do to people!” Lyra exclaimed. “Wait, have you done that to me?” She looked outraged and G’rhisly hastened to reassure her that no he hadn’t done that to her. “Fine, you can drive us home.” He grinned again. Oh I’m in trouble, Lyra thought, slumping into her seat. What in the hell was happening to her?

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 Space Suit [Solar Prime]

male & female

one swatch

HQ compatible

includes suit, boots, gloves & helmet

Hey everyone! I’ve made my very first restaurant and posted it to the gallery. It’s a Sci-Fi themed restaurant that serves only experimental food. I called it the Lunching pad.

Here are some pics:

I placed it in Oasis Springs because that town fit well with the theme, but it could fit in anywhere.

There are 2 rocket ships you can use to explore space and a garden of alien plants from the planet Sixam.

Here I am ordering lunch for me and my friends. I have dressed the staff to fit in with the theme. The wait staff dresses like aliens.

The chef is dressed like a mad scientist. :)

   The hostess is dressed in some kind of radiation suit. (?)

Looks like the food is here. :) Gotta go!

Early the next morning, Lyra got up and ate some leftover fruit salad and told G’rhisly to get dressed. While he was in the bathroom getting ready she made a list of things she needed from the store and mentally calculated how much she’d have to spend versus how much she’d budgeted for the month. While G’rhisly’s garden was helping keep her grocery bill down, she knew that her electric and water bill were going to go up. Ugh, she didn’t want to think about this, it always managed to depress and stress her out. The end of the month was looming before her and she hadn’t sat down and sorted out bills and adjusted her monthly budget yet. Granted she hadn’t had that much time to focus on that either. 

“I am ready to go,” G’rhisly said, breaking her out of her thoughts. “Do I look appropriate for our outing?” 

Lyra gave him a once over and nodded. “Yea, you look like a normal human male. Let’s get this over with.” The drive to the local grocery store didn’t take long and Lyra kept the rules short. Don’t touch anything. Don’t put anything in your mouth and the last one don’t wander off. G’rhisly hadn’t said anything but she could tell she’d annoyed him -- after a week of living with him she was starting to pick up on small things; like when he clenched his teeth he was annoyed or irritated with her. 

“I’m sorry,” Lyra said, as she got the buggy from the rack and they entered the store. She glanced back at G’rhisly watching him. He took a minute to glance around the store before continuing to follow after her. “I don’t mean to treat you like a child. I just get worried.” 

“I understand,” he replied, “I am trying to comply with your rules even though I do not agree with all of them.” 

“Okay,” Lyra drawled out. “Okay, I have an idea. After we drop off the groceries at the trailer. How about we do something you would like to do. I know you’ve been cooped up all week and on the computer everyday. Surely you’ve found something interesting you’d like to do or experience while you are here?”  Lyra paused in front of the frozen food section and started digging through the middle bin because that’s where the store kept all the on sale items. 

G’rhisly remained quiet as they walked down the isles. He took note of what she put in the kart as well as she’d change her mind in favor of what was on sale. As they neared the check out counter with the teenaged girl behind the counter with a bored look on her face and finally said something. “This food is all junk,” he pointed out the food and picked up the box of frozen premade burger patties. “The nutrient labels clearly tell you this yet you buy it anyways when the food I grow is better for you.” 

“G’r...Gene” Lyra stressed almost slipping on his name. “I need something other than vegetables and fruit. I need a variety of foods. And if I have to eat another salad for the next week I will go on a rampage.” Lyra started loading her items onto the conveyor belt. “Think of it as food for the soul. I need that or I’ll go crazy.” 

“That makes no sense,” he replied, throwing up his hands in confusion. “All of these foods are bad for you.” Lyra turned to glare him into silence. 

“Paper or plastic?” the teen behind the counter asked with a smirk. Clearly she was amused by the two of them. 

“Paper,” Lyra sighed, and started counting out dollar bills to pay for the food and beer. She’d bought a case because the past week she’d had the sudden urge to drink. Not only that but surely it would help her relax and sleep easier. 

Lyra handed the paper bags to G’rhisly and picked up the case of beer and another bag. Once they got to the jeep and loaded the groceries G’rhisly spoke again. “I want to learn to drive your vehicle.” Lyra paused and sighed, well she had said anything he wanted. 

“Alright.” This should be interesting or very dangerous. She was leaning more towards dangerous and a bad idea.

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Once again they found themselves at the park, only this time it wasn’t for a job nor was it filled with screaming children. It was kind of dead, which Lyra expected since school hadn’t let out for the weekend yet. It was the perfect time to teach G’rhisly how to ride a bike. Anything was better than telling him once again she’d failed miserably at being a spy. 

“Okay,” she said, her hands still holding onto the bike to let him get a feel for how to balance it. “Are you ready to do this?” 

“Yes,” G’rhisly replied. “I do not know why you think I would fail at this? It is simple. I am quite capable.” 

Riiight, that was the thing about bikes. It sounded so simple, but when you actually started to try and ride it was suddenly complicated and not what you expected. He sounded so dismissive that she was almost looking forward to seeing him fall on his face. Yes, because earth technology was so inferior! Learning to ride a bike with it’s low tech self had schooled and humbled many children and adults alike. “Okay, just making sure,” she said cheerfully, as she moved to give him a little push off and let go of the bike.  Only he didn’t fall at all. He rode smoothly across the sidewalk and turned the bike around coming to stop in front of her. She pressed her lips together in annoyance and he smiled at her. 

“See fully capable,” he announced, clearly proud of himself.  

Lyra picked up the other bike. Fine he hadn’t fallen as she’d expected him too but the sidewalk was different than rough terrain. “Come on then,” she said, hooking her leg over the other bike. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” She blew past him going deeper into the park and a laugh spilled out. It had been years since she’d been on a bike. She’d forgotten how much fun the things were, especially since the desert created challenging obstacles for them to maneuver through.  Lyra didn’t know how long they pedaled around the park for only that it was starting to get late and she was getting hungry. They stopped before they got to the front of the park, where all the jungle gyms and bathrooms were. 

“That was fun,” G’rhisly huffed as he stopped next to her. They where both a little winded and sweaty. “I am going to keep the bike.”  

Lyra glanced over at him. “What were you originally going to do with them?” She had been curious as to what he’d have repurposed them into. 

“Wind chimes,” he answered, his head tilted as he was puzzling something over. She noticed him doing that quite often and usually it meant she was about to have to answer something complicated or beyond her knowledge. He really was worse than a toddler during their why phase. Just because answers did not satisfy G’rhisly’s curiosity at all. 

“Wind chimes?” 

“Yes, for your dwelling. The Anderson sisters have them and they sound nice.” He answered and then turned to fully focus on her. 

Here we go, she thought. But smiled at the thought of putting up wind chimes on her trailer when she didn’t even have a porch to sit on to enjoy said wind chimes.  “This bike is better for your environment than your vehicles, so why do you not use this as transportation?” 

“Bikes are good for short distances, but vehicles can get you to places farther away and much quicker. It’s just not feasible to bike everywhere,” she explained but could tell it wasn’t what he had expected to hear. “For example, if I were to bike to work it would take me an hour and half to get to work. If I take the jeep it takes me thirty minutes to arrive at the same destination.” 

“But all the vehicles are slowly destroying your planet. I don’t understand why that is allowed?” 

Lyra paused and sighed. She honestly didn’t know how to answer him. On one hand yes, it was harmful of the planet -- they had plenty of that going around-- but then how to explain the concept of an easier and more convenient life. There were so many factors involved that she couldn’t give him a simple answer. “G’rhisly,” she asked. “What do you do on your planet? Surely you have something like our vehicles and that must be harmful?” 

“Long ago our scientists discovered that a layer of our planet is made up of ferrimagnetic metals and with the correct magnetic field we were able to produce vehicles that hover and use water engines. We work with our planet not against it.” 

Lyra was impressed, that was actually pretty cool and she really wanted a hover car. She briefly pictured a giant version of the hoverboard from Back to the Future 2. Which made her wonder if they had single use hoverboards like the ones from back to the future. “Wow, water engines? Some people here are still trying to develop a way for that to work.Sometimes I forget that your people are the more advanced race than my own,” she admitted. “Your technology is so different from what I’m used to.” 

“That is because my people’s focus is technology and information were as yours is primarily focused on war and defense at the cost of your own planet and environment.” 

“What do you mean?” she asked, clearly surprised by his own observations of her planet. They had other things to offer and continued to learn new things and new inventions everyday. 

“I mean that my people are one,” G’rhisly explained, glancing at her. Her brow was furrowed and her nose scrunched as she tried to understand what he was saying to her. It was adorable and it made him want to smile. “We are one planet, one race, one army and one governing faction. Just one single culture. That is all. Your planet is divided up into different territories, race, cultures and governments.” 

G’rhisly had done plenty of research over the past few weeks while he was stuck in hiding -- he had learned much that would be most helpful in his mission. “Your planet’s people are constantly fighting itself for resources and power.” Lyra was taken aback by that. She hadn’t actually thought much about it, politics was not her strong suit. But then the way he talked about his people almost made her think of dictatorship. She clearly did not know enough about G’rhisly and his planet. 

“You don’t think that we couldn’t band together if we had a significant threat?” she asked, thinking of an alien invasion which made her have a small feeling of doubt. G’rhisly hadn’t done anything to make her doubt his original story of just being basically an alien anthropologist, but this talk of government and power had her feeling uneasy. 

He looked over at her, with a very serious expression. “Do you really believe that?” he asked quietly. As if he really was interested in her answer, as if it had been a serious question and not just continued conversation. And Lyra didn’t want to answer, because he was right. They wouldn’t be able to band together. At least not at first, it would take some time before the other countries started working together and even then it wouldn’t be full cooperation -- no matter what the Independence Day movies suggested. 

Governments were made up of individual people with their own agendas and motives for power. She would like to think that they could put differences aside but she knew deep down G’rhisly was right. Her breath caught as she lied to him. “Yea,” she said as she started pushing the bike through the playground and towards her jeep. “It would play out just like Independence Day movies.”

G’rhisly watched her barely paying attention to her flippant answer. She’d just lied to him, and he found it odd and unsettling. Usually Lyra was very upfront with him, harsh even in her attitude and explanations. So why had she dodged this one? Was she starting to catch on to his mission? He had made sure to clear the browser history after each search he did. Had she found something incriminating? He would have to be more careful with what he said and it just made it more necessary that he get to the supercomputer to contact his superiors. 

The drive home was quiet except for the music playing on the radio. Pulling into the driveway, Lyra got out of the jeep and was hesitant to go inside. She wasn’t sure what to say to G’rhisly now. She wanted to ask him again what his motives were but they had been getting along well these past few weeks and she didn’t want to disturb their friendship over nothing. “I’m going to check the mail,” she said suddenly, retreating down the driveway towards the mailbox. 

G’rhisly stood by the jeep for a moment watching her walk away before moving to unlock the front door and enter the trailer. He went about his usual routine and started preparing their dinner. He looked up from the table when Lyra entered the trailer. “I have made,” he said, then paused seeing her face. “What is wrong?” He moved around the table towards her. Had she seen something outside? He hadn’t been as vigilant  as he had been when he first got to her dwelling but he had set out traps that would alert him to intruders. 

“It’s nothing,” she replied, waving him off. “I... just the mail. I’m not hungry, thanks.” Lyra walked down the hall and into her bedroom closing the door behind her.  

Lyra leaned against the door and took deep breaths. “Okay,” she told herself sternly. “Maybe it’s just a typo? You paid for last month's bill. It’s just a misunderstanding and you can get it all straightened out Monday. There is no reason to panic yet.” Pushing off the door she grabbed her backpack and rummaged through it finding her checkbook. Just to reassure herself that she had in fact sent off the checks for the medical bills. Flipping through the account balances she breathed a sigh of relief. There it was dated and everything, so it just had to be a minor misunderstanding. Otherwise …. She couldn’t think about that. “Damn it,” she said, grabbing a pillow to shove over her face because no matter what she kept telling herself the feeling of dread remained.

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After another long week of no results on her investigations, Lyra found herself sitting in front of her trailer Friday afternoon feeling defeated and helpless. The movies made being a spy so much easier than it actually was. Of course they had the help of specialists and she had…..G’rhisly. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could put him off on coming to work with her. Her turn for the weekend shift was looming in the distance and it would give them the least risk to sneak into the underground lab. Only, she didn’t want him to go back down there, everything in her protested against bringing him back down there. 

Groaning she thunked her head against the steering wheel. “Why me!” Indulging in a pitty party wasn’t helpful or useful, so she pulled herself together and got out of the jeep. She walked into a quiet house. “This never ends well,” she muttered, going back out the front door and around to the back of the trailer. 

G’rhisly was sitting on the ground in front of two older metal bikes. He looked deep in thought. The bikes looked to be in good condition and the tires weren’t flat and the chains looked new. Oh..no…

“You didn’t!” she yelled, her hands going immediately to her hips. “I thought we went over this, you can not steal things from people!” And they had, she’d argued this with him the first time he started bringing things home from his walks. 

“They were left on the side of the road,” he calmly pointed out. “You said that meant that it was going to be taken to the landfill as trash. I do remember what you told me.”

“Nooo,” she stressed. “Sometimes it means that kids leave their bikes or things lying around in their yard. I can’t believe you stole some kids bikes!” 

G’rhisly had that puzzled look on his face again. “What is a bike?” 

“Really?” she asked, sighing. “You’re not even sorry about stealing them?”

“No, they were on the side of the road. You said that the rules meant that was fair game.” He turned to look at her. “What is a bike?” 

“It’s a type of vehicle, well no it’s a toy…” She stumbled over a way to explain to him the function of a bike. “You know what, it’d be better if I just showed you. Come on, we’ll go to the park to do this.”

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