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my pilot overslept...

"...Seraphim! Seraphim, this is Pulsar! Come in immediately!" Pulsar paced frantically, hand to her headset, in the "command building", a run-down adobe structure with rain steadily dripping into the buckets placed at the most inconvenient possible spots on the stone tile floor. She kicked one, and it toppled sideways, sloshing water over the floor and some desk jockey's boots. She ignored his glare.

They'd been supposed to intercept 3 minutes ago, and it wasn't like regions of ramshackle villages like this had any dedicated defensive measures. The local council just paid mercs like Pulsar's team to patrol around and hoped they scared off raiders or were lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. Pulsar wasn't feeling real lucky right at that moment. "Private Seraphim, so help me God if you don't-" Finally, FINALLY, her radio crackled, and a groggy voice muttered, "Hey, boss, morning, chill the fuck out or something. What are we working with here, anyway..." "It's a few dozen shard drones, again, 60 klicks south-south-east, whoever's camped out in the canyons is still trying to catch us off guard. Which is apparently working, by the way? Do you want to explain why you weren't up on time?" "Hey, Pulsar, just, like, relax or something. Remember last night? You were all, Oh, let's just watch some TV and cuddle, and then you ended up begging me to fuck your brains out. You were plenty laid back after that." "I did not - " "That kind of exercise tires a girl out, ya know." "Private, this is an open channel - " "Private, you don't outrank me anyway, so just be a good girl and calm the fuck down." Right as Pulsar was about to scream into her headset, an indistinct tremor went through the air, followed by a slight rumbling under Pulsar's feet, and another, quieter voice joined the radio, "Torque here - excuse me misses, apologies for interrupting, but Seraphim's all ready for takeoff - antigrav just kicked in and jets are about to redline. Standard cocktail, Pulsar? Anything nearby on radar?" "Seraphim, you're cleared for takeoff." As the roar of jet engines filled the air, Pulsar smiled, "And, Torque - give her double. Pulsar out."

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exploring the concept of omninet streaming for the "By Star and Melody" Lancer supplement

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「おはよう、BT」

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Chassis swap

After the procedure, looking in the mirror filled me with a feeling I had never known before. Recognition. Finally, when I see myself, I see me. The shiny metal, the rubbery elastomer, the dark lines contouring access panels. The dataports and maintenance ways.

A full chassis swap. The procedure I underwent. It's relatively simple on paper. Just take my Processor, Memory, Storage and a few other components, and move them into a new Case. It's relatively common amongst Androids, Simulacra, Drones, and all manner of other created beings.

I, however, was fully human before undergoing the procedure. Which has lead to some complications. I'm still getting used to the decreased latency. A 3ms difference might not seem like a lot, but compared to the 10ms of my new form, the 13ms of a wetware nervous system seems sluggish.

Usually, you have time to ease yourself into things as your components are gradually replaced, but I took the full conversion as soon as possible.

I just couldn't stand waiting any longer.

The physical therapy has been helpful. Re-learning how to walk, how to grab and hold things. Learning that I don't need to breathe anymore, and how to suppress that instinct to free up the memory for other tasks.

They tried to dissuade me. "You know the process is irreversible, right?" "But won't you miss [INSERT HUMAN TRAIT]?"

I know it's permanent. I know that I won't have these things anymore.

That's the point.

I have fully given up my humanity.

And I have never been happier.

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Armored Core VI Fires of Rubicon Official Art Works

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My titanfall phase continues. This time I decided to make a quick comic from the scene where my OC Ripley met her end as a human.

You can read the short story behind that event thanks to my Amino RP partner [HJMP] Pilot Phantom, who helped me make this happen.

 (google doc link) (Amino link)

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Pinup girl Ash commission for @wickerbotter

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So i'm reading Hopeless Junction and i'm like : "Does all the AC6 players that uses 'world okayest lobotomite' decals on their machines knows the context of the scene it come from ???"

The dynamic of AC6 is so funny to me it's just

handler Walter : "babygirl daddy needs you to go out there and kill anyone who owns less than ten billion dollars can you do that for me kitten"

Hound "world's okayest lobotomite" 621:

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mech pilot in hunter green x sunflower yellow

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the little tooth divet in the carapace like “nom :3”

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I'm not actually trans you know...

I'm just a veteran mech warrior.

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You know how when you shine a laser at a helicopter the cockpit blares with alarms because it thinks a missile is locking on? Turns out they don't take the implants out of mech pilots that function similarly once they're discharged. Shine a laser at your mech pilot gf and watch her freak the fuck out.

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The Everest isn’t the most specialized chassis, but it’s the backbone of the galaxy. From its shoulders, humanity steps.

Everest – you’ll never forget it.