hey. hi. yy. yyea d. down here.

a robot walks in with pixelated kiss marks all over its display screen saying “you should see the other bot” so you go look and there’s just a pile of crushed metal and shattered plastic and torn wires

I'm sliding into her cockpit, we're copilots, we practice dance together, we're drift compatible and t4t.

girls will be so nervous about showing you the glowing core that powers their robotic frame. You should compliment them, and watch their core glow brighter and warmer as they get flustered and "blush."

Sexualize a Robot.

When a robogirl is sleepy she goes into sleep mode obviously, but if you turn on a big blocky PC monitor and connect it to her while she's in sleep mode, you can see a little cartoon doodle version of her having fun in the screensavers. Bouncing around the screen, or playing among the Pipes. That's her dreams.

all robots are autistic. send post

sensually massaging WD-40 into your robot gf’s joints

"i love my robot girlfriend" no you don't. her frame is rusting out and all of her weather seals are cracked. no you fucking don't. her hydraulic reservoirs are either dry are full of water. When was the last time tightened her lugs to spec? fucking buffoon. absolute cretin. "I just haven't had the time to do maintenance for her" her wiring harness has been partially chewed through by RATS

Thinking about androids with disabilities. Weak servos, faulty wiring, damaged vocal processors, cognitive corruption, anything and everything that humans struggle with having a robotic equivalent. And just because they’re mechanical doesn’t mean it’s an easy fix, these are parts that cost thousands of dollars and need a specialized technician if they can be replaced at all. Disability does not disappear even if we can leave our flesh behind.