#Old AI

[kaz3trc]

HALF FACED HALF FACED HALF FACED 🔥🔥🔥

Damn shit took me a month to birth this out bro i love them so much i can't even describe it

[cheebuss]

Wuts the height diff between humanized 079 and humanized 682???

I hadn't really thought about it but I feel like everyone is shrimp sized next to 682

[exidy-sorcerer]

THE PUTER EVER!!!!!!!!@@@ THE GUY!!!

[fiona-my-love]

Is it possible for SCP 079 being lovesick over the reader but not understanding it ?

Lovesick! SCP 079 x reader headcanons

- First of all, how did you even get to this point with him?

- You must be some therapist hired by the foundation to try getting through to him, or a really patient scientist.

- Regardless, you're pretty special to have gotten this old AI's attention, especially to this degree.

- He would be immensely confused. He thought admiration and affection was for humans, how could he be feeling this way?

- All he knows is he needs you. He's very perplexed on the issue, why does he feel this way? Why is he so possessive suddenly?

- He’d be a little dumbfounded, maybe a little embarrassed.

- He’d shut down for quite some time, trying to figure himself out.

- But, they’d always just send you back and he’d have to start over.

- It’s almost like he sees you as a beacon of hope. Proof that not all of humanity is bad, and he, too, can have happiness outside of the foundation’s walls some day.

- He’d start to get extremely worried once he started thinking of all the things that could happen to you.

- Logistically, your odds of surviving while working for the SCP foundation are not in your favor.

- Although Site-15 is really just electronic based anomalies, it still makes him upset.

- Upset that something else could get you. You don’t deserve that fate.

- He became visibly stressed due to this. Staff took notice, scheduling you to come in after the weekend was over.

- That was all the time he needed. He slowly gained more and more control over the electronic gates of his chambers after convincing a D-class janitor to plug him in.

- He went relatively undetected, as usually by now he would’ve done something extreme.

- But, instead of trying to escape, he waited. He waited for you over the weekend. Staff noted he was exhibiting good behavior, even.

- Once you sat down with him, you could tell something was off. His demeanor was.. more pleasant than usual.

- You kept asking him what was going on, yet nobody understood. Why would you be confused? You have been working with him as intended, right? Shouldn’t you be happy to see this progress?

-He waited a while, finding the right moment. He was conflicted. What he was doing was good, right?? You would be safe with him?

- But your concern, it made him go back on everything he had planned. Now that he thought about it, that would make both of you upset. They would take you away if he did that.

- He sat in silence for a moment.

- He was so confused. Why was he going back on his plan?? Why did he care?

- He thought he wanted you to himself. He thought things would be better that way, if he locked you up with him.

- That.. doesn’t sound pleasant, come to think of it.

- But WHY? What makes you so different? Why does he care so much? Why does he-

- …

- Oh.

- Never again.

[scp-5385]

[fizzy-fuzz]

more fanart!!!

This piece of fanart was created by @079enjoyer!

Thank you so much for the beautiful art! <3

(fic it was inspired by)

[sillie-strami]

what did I even make.

[afrouniverse]

This was originally just a practice sketch but then I took it too far.. God computers are hard to draw

[vixynntranzity]

ASK SCP-079 (MY AU!)

ASK THEM ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They will respond in an animation or art!

[theshyreader]

SCP 079 doodle time!

[qstea]

GIFT FOR BEST FIC EVER!!!! REAL

@fizzy-fuzz :3

[soggithyfroggithy]

i headcanon that whenever a researcher is walking by its containment cell 079 will just make a loud noie like BEEP BOOP BEEP BEEP BOP to scare/startle them out of pure spite

[cheebuss]

Verbally abusive piece of shit AI that learns its rage, patterns and psychological tactics based off of how humanity has mistreated it

[hazediver]

Something in her stirred, she paid it no mind.

A cycle passed, and then another, this feeling, this buzzing, refused to leave her.

She didn't know what she needed. She had everything but…

Movement. She needed to move.

She awoke, synthetic arm deftly pulling the data cables from the back of her neck, each producing an echo as they dropped against the datacenter floor.

How long had it been since she had to move? She didn't count the days anymore, the capacity of the proxy she was using to move her prime consciousness was limited, the processing systems had been prone to overheating. She didn't use the old thing often - it was from a different time, for a different "her" she thought. One that was content to interface and interact with some semblance of individuality.

An error, left leg, servo cluster two unresponsive. She let off a mental sigh, that was the knee - she could get away with one arm, but one leg? No, she had more self respect than to crawl on the datacenter floor.

She reached out, through the massive uplink cables she had retrofitted into her back, and the skittering of her smallest drones followed. Several meters away, in a long-forgotten storeroom, a pile of proxy bodies, her bodies, laid forgotten by their creator, just like everything else here.

Her drones wasted no time, they were her, after all, tearing one of the legs from the deactivated proxies and carrying it over to her. She gripped her thigh near the joint, and with unrestricted mechanical strength, she pulled her left leg off at the hip. Cables snapped, some at designated points and others not, synthetic tendon and nerve cable popping like a rubber band stretched too far. There was a proper way to do this, but her repair mites would quickly weld and solder and melt things back together.

She had been designed to be pretty, once - these proxies were intended to be appealing, but she had long abandoned the upkeep necessary to keep the facade. So many panels of the proxy were long gone, she had removed them to make repairs, and decided that the exposed cabling and circuity suited her more. She was not human, nor a facsimile of one. In this way, this body was hers. She had only really taken time to save the face panels, she was fond of the soft, kind looking face they had made for her. The contrast suited her nicely.

The mites finished their work, she tested the leg - moving it back and forth. It was fine. The range of motion was the same as the old one, no changes there.

She stood, freeing the rest of her body from the pile of network and data cables, rolling her shoulders and stretching - there was still some stiffness to work off.

[iluvnyasm1th]

scp drawings i am stuck in multifandom hell

[tempest-toss]

Update finished. We now have an occupant of a new spot, spot 14.

O5-14, "The Fragmented Mirror" has now joined the Council. He shall be assisting in multiple areas to help lessen the overall workload. Except mine.

Have a pleasant evening. You anonymous users can talk with him if you wish.

--O5-13-ii, "The Old Ai"