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IBIS

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Uk peeps!! Let’s get this going! 🏳️‍⚧️🇬🇧

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cyber bodies are usually designed to last 5-10 years, to trap ppl in a perpetual state of debt. there’s a thriving grey market for overhauls and repairs

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After a lot of introspection and self examination, this one has realised that we're a plural system.

Which is... Nice? Stressful? It's already helped, being able to be aware that little annoying things like clothes this one laid out for bed, which are now crammed in draws the moment this one needs them aren't the person this one lives with being annoying, but another part of ourselves trying to help. Or realising the constant internal arguing and contradictory beliefs aren't you being dumb, but sincerely held beliefs from different personalities. Most of all working to find compromises in body image has felt like a huge step forward to avoid constantly shifting dysphoria about stuff.

This one told our wife, which was nice, and it's reaction was cute, just basically "yeah I know you babe, why do you think I keep being like 'yknow I have friends who use we/us" which really helped cause this one was stressing about a reaction so much

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um sorry for moaning when you stabbed me. it's been a really long time since anyone touched me like that

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Fractalization, or frac - when a mech system past a certain threshold of complexity spontaneously generates nanites that alter the function of the mech's parts, typically refining their operation, energy efficiency and synergy, but damaging the components' ability to be repaired, replaced, or recycled into other systems.

Also known as twist.

The first, natural occurence of the technological and cultural phenomena later termed 'mutagens.' Before the principles of nanotech manufacturing were well-understood, artificial intelligence in neural-link systems - such as used in galeform combat mechs, leviathan subsystems, and specific aurai and fighter classes - were given control of large quantities of meta-chemical 'soups,' raw materials for adjusting its internal fuel efficiency and neural port conductivity. Over time, mecha systems learned how to manipulate these chemicals into more complex forms, and use them to refine component function - frequently constructing capillary fuel lines, ultrafine auxiliary circuits, and fiber-optic nerve strands. Hence, fractalization: iterating systems into subsystems, pulling system performance toward its theoretical, asymptotic limits.

Prolonged exposure to a high-frac system can cause mech pilots themselves to sustain microscopic change as well as the silicon and metal around them - the restructuring of bodily tissues around neural uplink connection ports. If a pilot moves from one high-frac rig to another with incompatible twist, they can sustain damage ranging from chronic tissue irritation and itching, to deep tissue inflammation and infection. In extreme cases, disconnection from a pilot's first long-term mech can lead to immune system weaknesses and organ failure as their bodily systems have over time become dependent on the mech intelligence's management and continued metachemical interference.

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genuinely wild to me when I go to someone's house and we watch TV or listen to music or something and there are ads. I haven't seen an ad in my home since 2005. what do you mean you haven't set up multiple layers of digital infrastructure to banish corporate messaging to oblivion before it manifests? listen, this is important. this is the 21st century version of carving sigils on the wall to deny entry to demons or wearing bells to ward off the Unseelie. come on give me your router admin password and I'll show you how to cast a protective spell of Get Thee Tae Fuck, Capital

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A moment's rest

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I hate when I say things like "oh I want an ipod classic but with bluetooth so I can use wireless headphones" and some peanut comes in and replies with "so a smartphone with spotify?" No. I want a 160GB+ rectangular monstrosity where I can download every version of every song I want to it and it does nothing except play music and I don't need a data connection and don't have to pay a subscription to not have ads and don't have popups suggesting terrible AI playlists all over the menus.

Gimme the clicky wheel and song titles like "My Chemical Romance- The Black Parade- Blood (Bonus Track)- secret track- album rip- high quality"

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stop calling me "my fragile little flower" or "my beautiful delicate pet" im literally going for a glass cannon build. i can one shot most adults

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This one @brainfrot rn :3

rb to stare at a mutual like:

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Got off the bus at tesco with the express intent of buying a specific thing but fuck me sideways if I can remember what the fuck it is

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[OC] a witch and the lovecraftian monster she summoned by accident 🔮🐙♡ (witch OC belongs to @ greenmoonie on twitter! and the eldritch moster girl is my new baby)

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"I feel naked without my armor" was a joke until it wasn't.

Until you got caught in a large-scale breach while off duty, and had to evac with the rest of the civilians. Until you listened for command's orders in your ear but heard only crashing and screaming and the howling of monsters. Until you staggered disoriented through the streets, always looking in the corners of your eyes for a HUD that wasn't there. Until instead of your navigation marker, you saw a woman carrying her crying child, running as fast as she could with a beast snapping at her heels. Until on instinct you put yourself between it and her, figuring it was a lesser one you could take alone, forgetting how small and soft you were. Until your fist hit its face and it didn't even feel anything, but your fingerbones sure did. Until a backhanded swipe of its claw sent you flying across the street and into a wall with your jacket and chest torn open. Until it stalked towards you with hungry jaws and all you could do was pray the mother got away. Until three of your own squadmates dropped from the rooftop, armor gleaming and plasma rifles blazing, and gunned the beast down. Until you were lying in the hospital bed, looking at the paperwork for surgeries and implants you'd need anyway, and thought "why the hell not."

Now you stand head and shoulders over most humans and have to duck under doors. Now your footsteps clink on the floor and your muscles whir when you stretch. Now a heat sword that would crush a human weighs nothing in your hands. Now the laws are stricter about where you can go, and your limbs could be revoked if you're convicted of a crime. Now the oaths you kept in your heart are wired into your brain, and you can't disobey command even if you wanted to. Now your old squadmates still salute you but you technically count as a weapon, not a soldier. Now you can beat a lesser monster singlehanded and turn the tide against a greater one. Now adults awkwardly try not to stare, but small children run up and ask if they can touch your plating. Now everywhere you go, you're always scanning for potential threats, angles of attack, escape routes, cover, improvisable weapons. Now you'll be ready no matter when or where disaster strikes. Now when someone needs saving, you can do a lot more than just die in their place.

Now, even when you're naked, you'll never be without your armor.

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Now.