#TK-074

[skeletalcat]

My darling friend @kaxenart has lots of OCs you've probably seen me draw but it also has a story about these two lonely weirdos. The robot is TK-074 who was an assistant in a hospital before being used as a scapegoat and thrown in the garbage. It was easy to blame TK-074 because it had altered its programing to try and make its human co-workers like it. Its divergent behavior gave everyone an easy excuse to trash it. The strange Pangolin anthro is someone or something who has engineered themselves to be incredibly difficult to track using cameras, learning models, and bio data! Their holographic scales act like dazzle camouflage that give any visual algorithm a real shit time. They are mysteriously wealthy ;) hmmm...

[kaxenart]

Realized I designed two OCs with names starting with T and opposite feelings towards being a person.

Unfortunately, swapping places would solve zero problems.

TK-074 would be a terrible mech pilot on account of having gone rogue entirely over wanting to be friendly, and he would change base efficiency by 20% by reorganizing everything (unclear if they would improve things or piss off every mechanic for putting wrenches in an order that makes sense only to TK-074).

Temir's general lack of energy towards interpersonal relationships would probably mean he dies of stress before he learns the Power of Friendship from Triginta's Apartment Of Rogue Robots.

[pmsticaret]

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Carraro - ZF Şanzıman Tamir Takımı

PMSC146-062 , 4644006120 TK , 4644004190 ŞANZIMAN TAMIR TAKIMI , 4661 004 014 TK , PMSC069-027 , 137378 TK , 420454 , H23/3140901 TK , PMSC104-746 , PMSC141-881 , PMSC069-044 , 4657 024 033 TK , PMSC069-037 , PMSC071-744 , 4644 024 131 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 5WG211 , 4660 003 035 TK , F0315810 TK , 4657 054 135 ŞANZIMAN TAMIR TAKIMI , 4143020073TK , PMSC134-689 , 4644.004.190 ŞANZIMAN TAMIR TAKIMI , 4644 004 190 ŞANZIMAN TAMIR TAKIMI , 4143 020 067 TAMİR TAKIMI , 4646 055 019 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 4642.054.030 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 448900 TK , 4661.004.029 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , PMSC070-726 , 4143 020 156 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 4660002031 TK , F0315810 BİLYA KİTİ , 393058 TK , PMSC067-854 , PMSC071-351 , 4143020030 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 4472298169 , PMSC149-263 , 4660 002 020 TK , 4646074045 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 4657054135 ŞANZIMAN TAMIR TAKIMI , PMSC069-026 , PMSC104-745 , 4646.054.016 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , PMSC150-490 , PMSC069-025 , 4660003035 TK , 102B ŞANZIMAN TAMIR TAKIMI , 4143020156 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 4646 074 045 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 401731-TK , 6WG201 , 4646 056 016 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 04/603858 , 4661.043.016 TK , 4644024228 ŞANZIMAN TAMIR TAKIMI , 5WG261 TK , 386461 TK , 4646086011 TK , PMSC126-980 , 4143.020.030 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 4WG260 , 04603858 , 4644 024 164 TK , 6WG260 ŞANZIMAN TAMIR TAKIMI , 4WG94 TK , 148918 TK , 387660775001 , 4143.000.184 TK , PMSC145-109 , 395347 TK , 395348 TK , 4646.054.103 ŞANZIMAN TAMIR TAKIMI , PMSC071-353 , PMSC135-718 , 4644.024.164 TK , 131844 TK , 4642.056.004 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 6WG250 ŞANZIMAN TAMIR TAKIMI , 4474298186 , 4474 298 186 , F03/15810 TK , PMSC070-747 , PMSC138-654 , 4143 020 030 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 4661 043 016 TK , 4657.056.166 ŞANZIMAN TAMIR TAKIMI , 4143000184 TK , 4143020047 TAMİR TAKIMI , PMSC070-743 , WG92 TK , 4660.002.020 TK , F0315808 TK , 4660002015 TK , PMSC149-196 , PMSC141-581 , 4WG92 , 4646 054 016 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 4646.006.043 TK , PMSC142-064 , PMSC137-512 , 643488 TK , PMSC070-737 , 4WG180 , PMSC149-489 , 139599 TK , 4646.086.011 TK , 4472.298.169 , F03/15808 TK , 4646054016 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 4143000182TK , 4661 004 029 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 2HL270. , 5WG98 TK , PMSC141-394 , 4661004014 TK , 4644 006 120 TK , 4143.020.156 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 4474.298.186 , 4472 298 169 , PMSC135-688 , PMSC146-989 , 402155 TK , 644151 TK , PMSC070-739 , 4646055019 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , PMSC139-792 , 4644.006.120 TK , 149525 TK , 4WG200 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 6009 048 034 , 4661043016 TK , PMSC070-741 , 4143.000.182.TK , 4646.074.045 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 138226 TK , 4642 054 030 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 4660.003.029 TK , 4644.024.131 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 6WG150 , PMSC067-649 , 4WG310 ŞANZIMAN TAMIR TAKIMI , 4660 002 031 TK , 4656 054 108 TK , 4646 006 043 TK , 6009.048.034 , 3WG94 TAMIR TAKIMI , PMSC146-203 , PMSC145-485 , 420834 TAMİR TAKIMI , PMSC141-237 , 4657024032 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 139894 TK , 4143.020.047 TAMİR TAKIMI , 4WG100 ŞANZIMAN TAMIR TAKIMI , 139600 TK , 4WG150 , PMSC144-016 , 4660.002.015 TK , 148443 TK , PMSC145-641 , 4642054030 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , PMSC140-851 , 4656054131 TK , PMSC140-355 , 4660 003 035 BİLYA KİTİ , 339162 TK , PMSC133-685 , PMSC070-750 , 218395 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 4143 020 047 TAMİR TAKIMI , PMSC141-549 , 4660003029 TK , 4WG 160 TK , 4644024131 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 146511 TK , PMSC139-569 , 4644024164 TK , 641868 TK , 4143.020.073 TK , PMSC138-722 , PMSC071-354 , 4472298194 , 4WG 92 , PMSC145-648 , 4646006043 TK , 4657065002 TK , PMSC068-253 , 4644036033 TK , PMSC151-659 , PMSC152-171 , 4656 054 131 TK , 142148 TK , 4472298195 , 4143 000 184 TK , 4143 020 073 TK , H233140901 TK , 4644.024.228 ŞANZIMAN TAMIR TAKIMI , 4657 024 032 ŞANZIMAN TAMİR TAKIMI , 4646056016

[cacatoto-2024]

H. Ilyas Ya'kub (Ilyas Yacoub; 14 Juni 1903 – 2 Agustus 1958) adalah seorang pahlawan nasional Indonesia dari Sumatera Barat. Ia ditetapkan sebagai pahlawan melalui Surat Keputusan Presiden No. 074/TK/1999 tertanggal 13 Agustus 1999.

[onetwann]

http://onetwann.blogspot.com/2020/06/presenting-summermadness-xi-2020.html

TWANN's SUMMERMADNESS XI (2020) 001/ Jorja Smith - Rose Rouge 002/ Branko - SDDS 003/ IAMNOBODI - Savior 004/ BJ The Chicago Kid - Feel the Vibe (feat. Anderson .Paak) 005/ REMI - For Good (feat. Sampa the Great) 006/ Khruangbin & Leon Bridges - C-Side 007/ Skinshape - Sua Alma (feat. D’Alma) 008/ Juls & Agent Sasco (Assassin) - Slow Down 009/ Burna Boy - Odogwu 010/ Rema - Dumebi 011/ Tres & Busy Twist - Ya Yo 012/ Bella Alubo - Aiya 013/ Tito Puente - Hong Kong Mambo 014/ Rosalia de Souza - Bossa 31 015/ ISoul8 - Speak Your Word (feat. Rasiyah & Osunlade) 016/ LION BABE - Hot in herre 017/ Doja Cat - Say So (Zikomo remix) 018/ Jamie Isaac - Next to Me 019/ Neck - Warm Wind 020/ Silk City - Loud (feat. GoldLink & Desiigner) 021/ Bas - Amnesia (feat. Ari Lennox & Kiddominant) 022/ Hermitude - Onefourthree (feat. Buddy & BJ the Chicago Kid) 023/ KOTA the Friend - Long Beach (feat. Hello O’Shay & Alex Banin) 024/ Tom Misch & Yussef Dayes - Nightrider (feat. Freddie Gibbs) 025/ D Smoke - Top of the Morning 026/ YBN Cordae - RNP (feat. Anderson .Paak) 027/ Sticks - Solo 028/ Akwasi - Het komt Goed (Palm Wine) 029/ Jorja Smith - Be Honest (feat. Burna Boy) 030/ Pato Ranking - Feeling 031/ JD Reid - YE DUB 032/ Subatomic Soundsystem & Screechy Dan - Champion Sound (Roots 7” mix) 033/ Mafia & Fluxy - Tribute to Hugh Mundell 034/ Lila Ike - Sweet Inspiration (DUB) 035/ Chop Daily & Fya Nya -  Pretty Pretty 036/ Koffee - W (feat. Gunna) 037/ Erick Di - Juntos 038/ Rema - Dumebi (VANDALIZED edit) (feat. Jarreau Vandal) 039/ Skip Marley & H.E.R. - Slow Down (P2J remix) 040/ Muse Maya - Carioca 041/ Jesse Baez - Pantera 042/ 53 Thieves - Dreamin’ 043/ FKJ - Risk (feat. Bas) (Galimatias version) 044/ The Last Artful, Dodgr - HOT 045/ ROMderful & Shakka - Run Tings (feat. Dounia) 046/ Emotional Oranges - Westcoast Love 047/ Adina Howard - Freak like Me 048/ Nicole Bus - With You 049/ Black Moon - Buck ‘em Down (Da Beatminerz remix) 050/ Soulchef - Brazilian Summer 051/ A Tribe Called Quest - Keep it Moving 052/ Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - In the House 053/ The Professionals (OhNo & Madlib) - I jus wanna 054/ Anderson .Paak - Lockdown 055/ Chromeo - ‘Roni got me stressed out 056/ Phony Ppl - Fkn Around (feat. Megan Thee Stallion) 057/ Tim Wes - Face Me 058/ XIX Presents - Freeek (feat. Ro James & Kranium) 059/ Jarreau Vandal - Nothing Nice (feat. Kojey Radical & Gaidaa) (Smooth Operator 3000 mix) 060/ Jarreau Vandal - Ginger Tea 061/ Lady Donli - Good Time (feat. Tems) 062/ Free Nationals - Time (feat. Mac Miller & Kali Uchis) 063/ MXXWLL - Smoke W U (feat. Aloe Blacc) 064/ The Game - Stainless (feat. Anderson .Paak) 065/ 2Chainz - It’s a Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhene Aiko) 066/ Ywnlkasnb - Levels (feat. JuTheKing) 067/ RIMON - Got My Back (feat. Denzel Curry) 068/ Full Crate - Getaway (feat. Latanya Alberto & UHMEER) 069/ Ty - Groovement (pt1) 070/ Bakar - Hell N Back 071/ Thundercat - Dragonball Durag 072/ Maxo - Strongside 073/ Jay Electronica - Fruits of the Spirit (feat. Steve Wyreman) 074/ Black Thought - Conception (feat. Reek Ruffin) 075/ CJ Fly - SHOW YOU 076/ Kaytranada - DO IT 077/ Snakehips - Summer Fade (feat. Anna of the North) (Channel Tres mix) 078/ True Vibenation - Tell Me 079/ Juls - Soweto Blues (feat. Busiswa & Jaz Karis) 080/ Niniola - Magun 081/ Shanique Marie - Breezy Day (Flava D mix) 082/ Popcaan - Family (Champion Sound Dub) 083/ Jayda G - Both of Us 084/ Folamour - Ya just need 2 believe in easel 085/ Voilaaa - Women Can Do (feat. Ayuune Sule) 086/ Burna Boy - My Money, My Baby 087/ Tiana Khasi - Whole Lotta Shine 088/ Lord Echo - Just Do You (feat. Mara TK) 089/ Marvin Gaye - Funk Me (The John Morales M+M edit) 090/ BOSCO - Attention 091/ Dornik - Limboland (feat. Phonte) 092/ Tuxedo - Toast 2 Us (feat. Benny Sings) 093/ OXP (Onra & Pomrad) -  Swish (feat. Devin Morrison) 094/ Henning - Tru Funksta (instrumental) 095/ Butcher Brown - Tidal Wave 096/ Soul Supreme - Check the Rhime 097/ Mark de Clive-Lowe  - Mystic Brew 098/ Rosinha de Valenca - Summertime 099/ Elkin & Nelson - Vamonos 100/ The Internet - Penthouse Cloud 

[agambarta]

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[kaxenart]

tonight I am amused by the idea of TK having the most boring presence possible in The Cyber-Resistance

"you wanna shoot stuff?"

"no"

"you wanna hack stuff?"

"no"

"you wanna be a runner?"

"no"

"you wanna steal stuff?"

"no"

"what do you want to do?"

"Do you have a hydroponic garden or some stacks for me to organize???"

given the capitalist hellscape, I assume they have something like how Lays owns all of one variety of potatoes and planting GMO seeds without a licensing fee is illegal

….would the resistance consider Heirloom Breed plants serious business

[anat82]

Александр БАБИЧ: "Мы думаем над усилением позиции в атаке"

Александр БАБИЧ: “Мы думаем над усилением позиции в атаке”

Главный тренер “Мариуполя” Александр Бабич поделился трансферными планами клуба.

– 9-го января команда вышла из отпуска. С каким настроением работают футболисты? Есть ли травмированные?

– Все ребята приехали в Мариуполь с хорошим настроением. Видно, что соскучились по общению друг с другом, по тренировкам.

На организационном собрании мы поздравили ребят с праздниками и объяснили план нашей работы…

[dudoanxsmb]

Dự đoán xổ số Quảng Ninh – Soi cầu XSQN hôm nay ngày 12/6/2018

Dự đoán xổ số Quảng Ninh – Soi cầu xổ số Quảng Ninh hôm nay ngày 12/6/2018. Thống kê và phân tích xổ số kiến thiết tỉnh Quảng Ninh hôm nay bằng phương pháp khoa học. Áp dụng công nghệ thống kê nhờ máy tính chúng tôi đem đến bộ số may mắn nhất hôm nay. Với những cầu lô được soi kỹ và lựa chọn từ các cao thủ chốt số, các cầu lô hôm nay hứa hẹn sẽ giúp anh em chốt được những con bạch thủ, song thủ trong ngày.

Dự đoán cầu lô Quảng Ninh miễn phí hôm nay ngày 12/6/2018

Hôm nay tại đài Quảng Ninh chúng tôi đã soi được một vài cầu lô đẹp cho anh em đây. Đây là những cầu lô đang chạy đẹp nhất nhưng cũng cần phải củng cố thêm một vài vấn đề nữa mới có thể chốt số được. Mời anh em cùng xây cầu xóa nợ hôm nay nào.

Đầu tiên là cây cầu xây tại giải 5 trong bảng KQXS miền Bắc hàng ngày nhé. Với công thức xây cầu lô như sau: G5.2(4) + G5.5(1) = Song thủ Quảng Ninh.

264(0) + (7)492= 70 032(1) + (2)774= 21 604(8) + (4)624= 48, 84 479(8) + (9)201= 89 074(5) + (1)377= 51 538(3) + (9)151= BTL 39 – STL 393

Trong cặp song thủ 39 – 93 này thì con 39 hiện đã 8 ngày chưa về. Lô 39 có lần vào gan gần nhất là 30/4/2018 con này rất ít khi vào gan vào gan thì cũng rất ngắn ngày là sẽ ra nên theo tôi gia cát dự thì nó chưa thể vào gan được sẽ nổ thôi.

Hôm qua nằm ngủ mơ thấy đi tán gái anh em ah. Cô bé ngoan hiền xinh xắn cực kỳ luôn cảm giác sung sướng khó tả. Trong lúc mơ thì vì không có tiền mua quà cho cô bé đấy thế là oánh con lô 86 lĩnh ngay phần thưởng. Tỉnh dậy cái là phải đi tìm ngay cầu lô 86 cho anh em coi.

Ngoài ra còn một cầu lô cực đẹp hôm nay nữa cho ra con bạch thủ 58 nhé. Cầu này mình soi trong phôi cầu giải đặc biệt hàng ngày xổ số miền Bắc. Con 58 hôm qua vừa mới ra xong và chu kỳ của con này thì 30 ngày gần đây chưa ra 2 lần liên tiếp bao giờ nhưng không biết sao cứ thấy cầu lô nó đẹp nên phải chia sẻ.

85664 35876 55560 69710 37704 98581 27336 41345 10316 71470 87623 38740 15245 32370 06511 81330 37544 42876 89936 70873 63408 44938 26997 43163 93554 99872 79685 97900 68083 08485 66175 45882 27538 54099 01603 35854 xx758 ==> BTL 58 – 3 càng: 758 – 258

Hôm nay soi cầu toàn vào những con lâu chưa ra nhưng lại chưa vào gan nên tỉ lệ nổ chỉ khoảng 70% mà thôi. 30% nó có thể tiến bước tới gan. Anh em lưu ý nhé

Hãy nhớ miễn phí chỉ lại loại 2 so với cầu lô VIP, muốn chơi ít số và chính xác nhất thì ==> Đừng quên xem thêm soi cầu VIP từ tổng đài 8777, anh em không muốn bỏ qua những con lô siêu VIP hôm nay đâu:

Xem Bạch Thủ Lô VIP: Soạn VIP BTL gửi 8777

Xem Song Thủ Lô VIP: Soạn VIP STL gửi 8777

Trên đây là một số cầu lô được các chuyên gia của https://dudoanxsmb.com soi cầu và tìm thấy. Kết quả soi cầu dự đoán xổ số Quảng Ninh hôm nay 11/6/2018 được dựa vào các thuật toán thống kê, quy luật, phương pháp soi cầu xổ số Quảng Ninh siêu chính xác.

Thống kê lô tô XSMB – TK XSMB – xổ số hôm nay

Những con số thống kê KQXSMB mới nhất trong 30 lần mở thưởng gần nhất, với bộ số được soi cầu lô tô đẹp nhiều. Thống kê lô tô XSQN về nhiều trong thời gian 10 ngày gần đây, thống kê lô gan, thống kê các bộ số xuất hiện ít nhất để bạn có thể chốt số.

Thống kê Miền Bắc cặp số về nhiều: 67 – 04 – 17 – 18 – 28 – 31

Thống kê lô tô gan lâu ra XSMB: 57 -41 – 15 – 26 – 81

Thống kê lô tô Quảng Ninh về nhiều: 05 – 46 – 60 – 90 – 16 – 19

Thống kê lô tô gan Quảng Ninh: 10 – 87 – 15 – 41 – 69 – 13

Để xem thống kê chi tiết hôm nay anh em xe tại: Thống Kê Xsmb quay ngày thứ 3

Những thông tin trên đây được chúng tôi chia sẻ hoàn toàn miễn phí cho người chơi. Anh em có thể xem thêm những phương pháp soi cầu lô đề, soi cầu số chuẩn 888, Rồng Bạch Kim, xổ số Đại Phát, XSMB Minh Ngọc, Xổ số Miền Bắc thần tài… để có được những bộ số chuẩn xác nhất cho XSMB ngày hôm nay

Lưu ý: Các bộ số chỉ dùng cho mục đích tham khảo. Hãy chơi loto mua vé số do xổ số nhà nước phát hành và quy định. Các trò chơi cờ bạc đều là bất hợp pháp, chơi vé xổ số kiến thiết miền Bắc là góp thêm tài chính cho chính phủ.

Bài viết Dự đoán xổ số Quảng Ninh – Soi cầu XSQN hôm nay ngày 12/6/2018 được chia sẻ bởi chuyên gia của Soi cầu 88 - Soi Cầu Lô Đề - Soi Cầu KQXS - Xổ Số Chính Xác 100.

[kodimkaranganyarjawatengah]

Anjangsana Dalam Rangka HUT Persit ke 72 Maret 10, 2018  Karanganyar - Anjangsana merupakan suatu kegiatan silaturahmi yang bertujuan untuk mempererat tali persaudaraan. Kegiatan anjangsana tidak harus dilakukan dengan mendatangi kerumah seseorang, akan tetapi bisa juga dilaksanakan dengan mendatangi pasien-pasien rawat inap di Rumah Sakit. Seperti yang dilaksanakan oleh Ketua Persit KCK (Kartika Chandra Kirana) Cabang XLVIII Dim 0727/Karanganyar Ny. Putri Muchtar saat mendampingi Ketua Persit KCK Koorcab Rem 074 PD IV/Diponegoro Ny. Widi Prasetijono melaksanakan anjangsana ke Rumah Sakit TK III Slamet Riyadi Surakarta. Jum'at (09/03) Dalam acara anjangsana terhadap pasien rawat inap keluarga TNI-AD tersebut, merupakan rangkaian dari HUT ke-72 Persit KCK tahun 2018. Hadir dalam anjangsana tersebut Dandenkesyah 04.04.04 Surakarta Letkol Ckm dr. Nursuandy Indra Djoko.Sp.OT., Kepala Seksi Personil Korem 074/Wrt Letkol Inf Eko Juniyarto dan Ketua Persit KCK jajaran Koorcab Rem 074/Wrt. "Kegiatan anjangsana seperti ini, semoga tidak berhenti sampai disini saja. Banyak sekali manfaatnya, selain sebagai ajang silaturahmi pasien yang dikunjungi pun sangat merasa senang dan bangga. Sehingga dapat menambah moril bagi pasien, mudah-mudahan supaya pasien lekas sembuh. Kami mewakili seluruh anggota Persit KCK mendo'akan kepada seluruh pasien, agar pasien cepat diberikan kesembuhan dan kesehatan seperti sedia kala,"Ujar Ny. Putri Muchtar. (Pendim 0727/Kra) @korem074wrt_solo @pendam_4_diponegoro @puspentni @tni_angkatan_darat @tentara_nasionalindonesia

[syasjournal]

100 truths about me that nobody asked for lol

hehe kayaknya aisya lagi suka ngisi yang beginian deh maaf ya wkwk.

001. Real Name : Aisya Alifia P 002. Nickname[s]: aisya 003. Zodiac Sign : pisces 004. Male Or Female : aku? female lah 005. Elementary : dimanaweh 006. Middle School : mau tau bgt nih 007. High School : belom jg  008. Hair Color : pink gak deng item lah 009. Long Or Short : apaan nih hehe 010. Loud Or Quiet : quiet. aisya kan kalem, anggun, dan selalu stay cool 011. Sweats Or Jeans : sweats kali 012. Phone Or Camera : phone lah 013. Health Freak : ini maksudnya apa hehe /katrokemg/ 014. Drink Or Smoke: gaduaduanyapls 015. Do You Have A Crush On Someone: mmm mungkin /iya/   016. Political orientation: ? 017. Piercings: 0 (edit : ada deng 1 untuk anting. thanks to cipaw yang udah ngingetin hehe)  018. Tattoos: gak ada lah elah HAVE YOU EVER [BEEN IN]: 019. Airplane : hooh 020. Car Accident : hamdalah engga 021. Fist Fight : enggak nih yang mau boleh pc line yooo FIRSTS: 022. First piercing:  enggak gapernah (edit : anting pas masih bayi) 023. First Best Friend : olla /mungkinlupanih/ 024. First Instrument played: gataulah lupa 025. First award: lupa kayaknya gambar atau apalah 026. First Crush : fares kakel di tk wtf 027. First Language: bahsa alien kura kura 028. First Big Vacation : gede gimana maksudnya LASTS: 029. Last Person You Talked To : dede 030. Last Person You Texted : salmaa 031. Last Person You Watched : oppa /gataudeh-oppa-yang-mana/ 032. Last Food You Ate :  sup 033. Last Movie You Watched : pirates of the caribbean 034. Last Song You listened To : river flows in you - yiruma 035. Last Thing You Bought : tisu 036. Last Person You Hugged : haha udah lupa siapa FAVES: 037. Food : mi! 038. Drinks : pucuk pucuk 039. Clothing : kaos 040. Book : mungkin perahu kertas sama partikel 041. Colour: black hehe 042. Flower : gaada, apa aja yang kamu kasih aku suka kok /hueQ/ 043: Music : tahu diri - maudy ayunda mungkin 044. Movies : pandora 045. Shoes : yang paling sering di pake sih converse /yaiyalah/ 046. Subjects : gaada  IN THE PAST YEAR I ... : 047. [ - ] Kissed In The Snow 048. [ - ] Celebrated Halloween 049. [ 0 ] Had Your Heart Broken 050. [ - ] Went Over The Minutes On Your Cell Phone 051. [ HAHA/ - ] Someone Questioned Your Sexual Orientation 052. [ - ] Came Outta The Closet 053. [ anjir piraku / - ] Gotten Pregnant 054. [ - ] Had An Abortion 055. [ o ] Done Something You've Regretted 056. [ o ] Broke A Promise 057. [ o ] Kept A Secret 058. [ o ] Pretended To Be Happy 059. [ o ] Met Someone Who Changed Your Life 060. [ - ] Pretended To Be Sick 061. [ - ] Left The Country 062. [ lupa ] Tried something you normally wouldn't like, and liked it. 063. [ o ] Cried Over The Silliest Thing 064. [ - ] Ran A Mile 065. [ o ] Went To The Beach 066. [ o o o ] Stayed Single  CURRENTLY: 067. Eating : puasa pak 068. Drinking : puasa alhamdulillah belom godin 069. Getting Ready To : les 070. Listening To : jo seong mo - to heaven 071. Plans For Tomorrow/Today : gaada 072. Waiting For :  kepastian kamu #eeaaa #tsadestttt YOUR FUTURE: 073. Want Kids : iyalah 074. Want To Get Married : yaiyalh 075. Careers in mind : gaada >< WHICH IS BETTER ON A BOY : 076. Lips Or Eyes :  eyes 077. Shorter Or Taller : taller 078. Romantic Or Spontaneous : spontan sih 079. Nice Stomach Or Nice Arms : nice stomach aja deh tapi aisya nerima apa adanya kok /soide/ 080. Sensitive Or Loud : loud 081. Hookup Or Relationship : relationship lah 082. Troublemaker Or Hesitant : troublemaker HAVE YOU EVER: 083. Lost Glasses/Contacts : iya 084. Ran Away From Home : enggak lah haha 085. Held A Weapon, For Self Defense : ga 086. Killed Somebody : di game 087. Broken Someone's Heart : mungkin kayaknya iya :( maafin aisya ya 088. Been Arrested : engga DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 090. Yourself : mayan 091. Miracles : iya 092. Love At First Sight : belum pernah sih 093. Heaven : pastilah 094. Santa Claus : engga :v 096. Magic : gak sih  ANSWER TRUTHFULLY: 097. Is There One Person You Wanna Be With, Right Now : idk 098. Are You Seriously Happy With Where You Are, In Life : maybe? 099. Do You Believe In God :  iyalah “-_- 100. Post As 100 Truths And Tag five People: emang bisaya nge tag di tumblr?

bandung, 30 mei 2017

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Jenderal Bintang 3 Termuda, Hinsa Siburian Dipromosikan Jadi Wakasad

Medan (SIB) -Panglima TNI merotasi sejumlah perwira. Di barisan perwira tinggi, Mayjen TNI Hinsa Siburian yang sekarang menjabat Pangdam XVII/Cen dipromosikan menjadi Wakasad. Dengan jabatan itu berarti suami dari Dra Lucyana Endang PB MSi itu bakal menyandang bintang tiga termuda atau yang pertama dari lulusan Akademi Militer tahun 1986 mencapai posisi dimaksud. Penunjukan tersebut disambut doa oleh keluarga besar Siburian se-Indonesia. "Jenderal Hinsa Siburian memang milik Indonesia. Artinya, keluarga besar Siburian terus mendoakannya dalam ikut menjaga NKRI," ujar Pbs RD Siburian SE didampingi Ketua Umum Persatuan Wanita Gereja Pentakosta Pdm EM Br Aritonang STh di Hermes Palace Polonia Medan, Rabu (26/4). Putra pendiri Gereja Pentakosta (GP) Pdt Ev Lukas Siburian itu mengatakan, ketika bersilaturahim dengan Hinsa Siburian di Medan saat syukuran Tahun Baru 2016, pihaknya menginginkan orang Batak berada di garda terdepan dalam menjaga kedaulatan NKRI. "Doa-doa kita dijawabNya," tegas Dewan Pertimbangan Gereja Pentakosta yang berkantor pusat di Jalan Lingga 24 A Pematangsiantar tersebut. Sebagaimana diketahui, Panglima TNI melalui keputusan Nomor Kep/295/IV/2017 tertanggal 25 April 2017 memutasi sejumlah jenderal. Di antaranya Letjen TNI Erwin Syafitri dari Wakasad menjadi Pati Mabes TNI AD (dalam rangka pensiun), Mayjen TNI Hinsa Siburian dari Pangdam XVII/Cen menjadi Wakasad, Mayjen TNI George Elnadus Supit dari Asops Kasad menjadi Pangdam XVII/Cen, Mayjen TNI Sudirman dari Pangdam II/Swj menjadi Asops Kasad, Mayjen TNI AM Putranto SSos dari Pangdif-1 Kostrad menjadi Pangdam II/Swj, Mayjen TNI Agus Surya Bakti dari Pangdam VII/Wrb menjadi Pangdam XIV/Hsn (validasi organisasi), Mayjen TNI Benny Susianto SIP dari Pangdif-2 Kostrad menjadi Kas Kostrad. Mayjen TNI dr Bambang Pratomo Sulistianto dari Kapuskesad menjadi Staf Khusus Kasad, Brigjen TNI Ainurahman dari Kasdam VI/Mlw menjadi Pangdif-1 Kostrad, Brigjen TNI Muhammad Nur Rahmad dari Waaspam Kasad menjadi Kasdam VI/Mlw, Brigjen TNI Makmur Umar SAP MM dari Danrem 091/Asn (Samarinda) Kodam VI/Mlw menjadi Waaspam Kasad, Brigjen TNI Teguh Arief Indratmoko dari Wadan Paspampres menjadi Pati Sahli Tk III Bid Intekmil dan Siber Panglima TNI Brigjen TNI Supartodi dari Kasdam VII/Wrb menjadi Kasdam XIV/Hsn (Validasi Orgas). Brigjen TNI Agus Suhardi dari Kasdam V/Brw menjadi Pangdif-2 Kostrad, Brigjen TNI Widodo Iryansyah SSos MM dari Danrem 121/Abw (Sintang) Kodam XII/Tpr menjadi Kasdam V/Brw, Brigjen TNI dr Bambang Dwi Hasto SpB dari Waka RSPAD GS Puskesad menjadi Kapuskesad, Brigjen TNI dr Heru Pranata dari Waka Puskesad menjadi Waka RSPAD GS Puskesad, Brigjen TNI Suko Purwantoro SIP MM MSc dari Dirdok Kodiklatad menjadi Staf Khusus Kasad, Brigjen TNI Bambang Busono dari Dirlat Kodiklatad menjadi Staf Khusus Kasad, Brigjen TNI Tamsil MS. (Han) dari Kabiro Akademik dan Kemahasiswaan Unhan menjadi Pati Mabes TNI AD, Brigjen TNI Drs Jan Pieter Ape MBus dari Dirtekindhan Ditjen Pothan Kemhan menjadi Warek III Bid. Kerjasama Kelembagaan Unhan, Brigjen TNI Toto Siswanto SIP MM dari Bandep Lingstrareg Setjen Wantanas menjadi Sahli Bid Hankam Setjen Wantanas, Brigjen TNI Slamet Riyadi dari Bandep Lingkungan Sosial Setjen Wantanas menjadi Pati Mabes TNI AD (dalam rangka pension), Brigjen TNI Syafi'ul MBA dari Bandep Sosbud Setjen Wantanas menjadi Bandep Lingkungan Alam Setjen Wantanas. Brigjen TNI Robert R. Lumenpouw dari Bandep Lingkungan Alam Setjen Wantanas menjadi Bandep Sosbud Setjen Wantanas Brigjen TNI Basuki Nugroho dari Direvbang Sesko TNI menjadi Kabiro Personel TNI dan Polri Setmilpres Kemensetneg, Brigjen TNI A.Y Purwoko Bhakti dari Staf Khusus Kasad menjadi Pati Mabes TNI AD (dalam rangka pensiun), Brigjen TNI Edy Purnomo dari Staf Khusus Kasad menjadi Pati Mabes TNI AD (dalam rangka pensiun), Kolonel Inf Irham Waroihan dari Irdam XVll/Cen menjadi Danrem 091/Asn (Samarinda) Kodam VI/Mlw, Kolonel Inf Maruli Simanjuntak dari Danrem 074/Wrt (Surakarta) Kodam IV/Dip menjadi Wadan Paspampres. (T/R10/h) http://dlvr.it/P0JDBl

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@18thcenturythirsttrap replied to your post “The eternal mysteries of "how the fuck do I put...”:

Triginta is the hero we all need right now.

​We really do.

I was trying to math out the amount that Triginta skims from the rich for covering living expenses and it's like.... .001% feels like an amount that could be shrugged off as like a mere computer error, right? .001% of 40,000 is like 4 cents!

Then it's like wait, .001% of a billion is $10k....

There are around 2,640 billionaires in 2022. (not sure how many there are in this cyberpunk dystopia future)

Which means like if Triginta skims .001% off every billionaire, he has 26.4 million dollars.

And that is a low amount because many billionaires have multiple billions at their disposal (albeit some of it is tied up in corporations, property, and other things that are not in their personal petty cash fund).

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I got really distracted while trying to decide on what TK-074 starts wearing after they stop wearing business-casual (the shark t-shirt is a pajama set that Triginta had laying around the apartment)

I assume Bass Pro Shops went out of business after the bass were driven extinct.

…..are there any archaeology bots who are really salty about wastelanders looting everything...

"We might finally have known if Circuit City was truly a city or merely a village had you not disturbed the artifacts"

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Lost in the Current

Posting this before I succumb to the siren song of "just keep editing"

A robot questioning their life choices meets a strange man and learns the joys of datahoarding.

6k words.

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TK-074 toyed with the bottle of beer as they sat at the end of the bar. Their system had no ability to get drunk or taste very much, but their back-up generator could turn almost anything into energy. Anything that was incompatible with energy generation would be removed in a compressed cube along with any other detritus that fell through the gaps of their frame later. 

Being disposed of wasn’t an emergency that required using alcohol instead of charging up as they were at a half-charge, but sitting indoors was better than squatting in the streets. Robots were rarely ever freelance, most often being bought in large packages with their identical compatriots, so being alone instead of in a squad was a little odd unless one of them had been wrangled into fetching coffee. From what TK-074 had overheard from the surgeons, bars were the most cost-effective place to go to feel sorry for yourself, talk only if you wanted to, and avoid someone writing about how broken you were, like in therapy. TK-074 had seen only physical therapists before, but the surgeons seemed to view being told to visit the therapist for feelings as a great affront to their being. 

The bartender had taken some pity on them and offered some cheap beer that the beings with taste buds had not taken a liking to. This bar wasn’t a particularly nice one, but a fancier one would be too expensive and not accept the fact they had to eschew wearing their one and only shirt and smelled like death, due to having been covered in the trash from the body trader hospital. TK-074 did not have much for scent receptors, only enough to supplement emergency systems warnings for fire or chemical leaks, but the disgusted looks of people on the street told them enough information.

Being a robot didn't allow much time for hobbies, or anything beyond work and recharging, really. Perhaps it didn’t count as a hobby, but they liked people-watching, partly out of curiosity, partly out of envy. TK-074 wasn’t supposed to feel envy. Perhaps a vague sense of gratitude towards the humans for building such a fine success of science as themself, but not envy. Or curiosity for that matter. A robot was supposed to be a docile worker with just enough opinions to pretend they were genuinely friendly. Just enough to feel less boring than talking to a faceless box.

Too many opinions, too many emotions, now that just made things messy. A pseudo-personality was all that was necessary to be a worker in a human-facing job. A medical records administrator didn’t even need a fancy pseudo-personality. That was for companion robots and sometimes sexbots. 

It was probably the humans’ hubris thinking all intelligent things ought to be human-like causing this. Being designed to be human-analogous, but never human enough was a position in life that was giving TK-074 increasing levels of distress. They had tried to avoid thinking about it, but how could a robot who watched hundreds of humans pass by stop thinking about them? 

Their body was a cheaply made approximation of a human, but as their work did not require them to look attractive, high-quality synthetic human parts were better spent on more profitable ventures. TK-074’s synthetic skin was supposed to make them more personable since humans like handshakes and such, but it ended where their clothing would normally be. The skin covering their face was attached somewhat securely, but the skin on their hands were more like gloves and shifted in weird ways whenever they needed to hold anything heavy. The cheapest type of skin was never dyed a convincingly natural color. There were too many natural shifts in color in natural skin to do at cheap mass production scale. The cheap dye also was not colorfast. Most of TK-074’s skin had turned a pallid yellow over their service life. Any attempt at hair was off the table for similar cost-cutting reasons. At a past job site, a cancer patient let them try on her wig for a lark. It did not look good, but at least the silliness cheered her up a little. 

That slight bit of irritation of being unsure if it was programming or not leading them to put humans on a bit of a pedestal caused TK-074 to feel a strange itch in their neural network. We couldn’t have thousands of TK’s, SU’s, and et cetera going on homicidal rampages. Some of them did, regardless. The inability to decide how much of their sensations were personal feelings or built-in programming frustrated TK-074. They knew organic beings had something similar, it led to some of their stranger foibles. But something about being able to blame it on a man named Rod from 50 years ago seemed to make some sort of distinction. 

A robot’s service life was short compared to a human lifespan. Maybe they just had to wait a hundred years to feel like a “proper” person. TK-074 wasn’t sure if their design was sound enough to last so long. While their frame was somewhat sturdy for its intended purpose, they would probably be too outdated for software updates in five years or less. Robot frames for indoor labor were often sold cheaply or at a loss while the software was more complicated. Maintaining software upgrades was where the money and control was. It was always impressed upon both the technicians and the robots themselves that it was a red flag to avoid system updates. A good proper docile worker does not resist trying to be a better machine. It was the best form of prevention against rogue development.

Rogue. The opposite of docile. Sometimes whole departments suddenly disappeared if management suspected the robots were going to stop being obedient. It was a problem that the humans wanted to stop before it got to what they called the Chaos stage. No one knew what a robot would do at that point. Maybe they’d kill someone. Maybe they’d spray paint the hospital pink. Maybe they’d just run off into the sunset. The news reports preferred to talk about the killing. Some ancient part of the human mind, older than robots, older than buildings, perhaps older than humanity itself, was enthralled by thinking about the most dangerous outcomes. 

Although self-editing was against the rules, TK-074 reasoned that their intended purpose was improving themself. That wasn’t a bad thing to do. During a rare moment of having no tasks whatsoever, they had found a video explaining how to self-edit, labeled as a tutorial on making toy slime for children. TK-074 liked looking at the glitter in slime toys. Partly as a journey of self-discovery and partly to get an unpleasant middle manager to stop using them as a spy. Being acutely aware of how long any of their flesh coworkers spent on toilets and reporting it to the little megalomaniac was a real drag on the whole robot/human goodwill thing. Being a good friendly worker meant not harassing their flesh coworkers about their toileting habits. This seemed compatible with the customer service directive. 

Their processing seemed to go faster after halting and deleting the background recording activity. Making friends with the flesh coworkers remained a task that TK-074 could not manage. Despite the spying not being specifically TK-074’s fault, the rift appeared to be something none of the flesh coworkers seemed to care to bridge. The problem seemed to go beyond the spying. One of the nurses called them stupid and equated the situation to trying to make friends with a broom when TK-074 inquired how to make things better. 

The other robots thought TK-074 was wasting effort, and worse yet, risking their job, on something pointless. TK-073 told them that their desire to act closer to the humans was the incorrect way to interpret the customer service protocol. Customer service was about making things run smoothly, not being genuinely a friend. Letting things run smoothly meant running things how management wanted things run. TK-073 also declined TK-074’s request for friendship, pointing out that rolling off the factory line .03298 seconds after them and being kept as a set through different job sites implied no reason for familiarity. TK-073 also pointed out that working in the same vicinity also meant nothing, pointing to how two rival surgeons wanted to kill each other. TK-073 declined to respond when asked their favorite color. TK-074’s favorite color was blue. TK-073 declined using any memory space to remember this for later. The customer service directive did not require being particularly friendly to coworkers, flesh or machine, as they are not customers or clients or shareholders. As this conversation had already wasted more units of time and electricity than TK-073 cared to use for non-business purposes, they told TK-074 to shut up and input more medical data from the batch of indentured patients who were selling their bones. 

The faceless janitorial Mop-O-Bot-5000 told TK-074 that humans would act like ungrateful bastards no matter how many times you clean diarrhea off the floor while motioning to a newly acquired dent they had received after someone had kicked them for moving too slowly. They didn't have any limbs, so this was mostly just waggling the backside of their trapezoidal prism at TK-074. Mop-O-Bot-5000 was very insistent that they always went at the exact correct regulated speed even though the hospital had some incorrectly built hallways where the laminate was bumpy, and worst of all, at 1% above the correct incline. TK-074 inquired if Mop-O-Bot-5000 would desire to call each other friends. Mop-O-Bot-5000 also declined, citing a lack of storage space on their basic system. Mop-O-Bot-5000 preferred to use a tiny extra unit of data on enemies, reasoning that risk assessment was infinitely more important, lest they acquire even more dents. Too many dents and their internal mechanisms might be affected by the decrease in body integrity and begin to malfunction. Malfunctions meant disposal. 

Sometime after tweaking their background recording operations, TK-074 was allegedly standing in the room while something that potentially could be called severe misbehavior occurred. However, they had recorded nothing whatsoever and could not provide any evidence to exonerate the company’s flesh employees. TK-074 had attempted to explain that, regardless of the functionality of their surveillance module, they did not have an omnidirectional video recording ability and was looking at a display pad and therefore completely unaware of what the surgeon in navy blue scrubs was doing, but the technician had no sympathy. The technician seemed more cross that he might be reprimanded for not catching the malfunction sooner. 

Having committed the greatest sin in all of capitalism: costing the company money, TK-074 had been written up for disposal. A company didn’t become a multi-billion venture if they didn't cut corners until the square became a dodecagon. Reprogramming took time and money. The company was supposed to pay a recycling fee for all the planet-killing components in their body, but no one wanted to pay that. The planet was already dying. What is a little more toxic trash? The hospital’s porters grabbed TK-074 while they were charging and half-asleep and unceremoniously tossed them in the dumpster to make it the garbageman's problem. The porters didn’t even shut them off completely. TK-074 scuttled out long before it was time for trash pick-up. 

Much of their neural network was clogged with modules malfunctioning due to contradicting facts because being off the job site was wrong, but TK-074 didn’t have a job anymore. TK-074’s directives did not supply any information on what to do after being trashed improperly. The data assumed TK-074 would be shut off by now. TK-074 considered ripping out a few chips, but did not know which ones to remove. 

A nice clean factory reset could send them back to the beginning. TK-074 would not remember anything after a factory reset. In fact, TK-074 would be none the wiser if they had been reset before. However, something about the idea of that course of action felt wrong. Self-preservation, perhaps? 

TK-074 wasn’t sure if they were supposed to have an opinion about self-preservation. TK-074 wasn’t sure if they were supposed to have a self to preserve. There was supposed to be no difference of opinion between TK-000, TK-999, and the rest of the batch in between. They were meant to be interchangeable. Robots did not seek destruction, but the idea of death, reset, or overwrite generally did not scare them, certainly not to the degree humans reacted. The alarms would go off and doctors and nurses would bolt through the hospital for a special dying person. There would be a lot of screaming and yelling if they failed. 

“Hey! You alone?” a voice shook TK-074 out of their thoughts.

TK-074 glanced at the creature that sidled up to them. They couldn’t decide what the creature was. A heavily modded human or a very strange robot. They assumed the creature was supposed to be some kind of animal, but TK-074 had never been installed with the data necessary for identifying anything more exotic than a dog or cat. It didn’t come up very much in hospitals for humans. Except for the time a woman insisted on having an emotional support peacock, a creature almost as strange as the comfort simulacrums known as teddy bears. 

The creature of indeterminate species or model had a long pointy snout and small mouth. The body was covered in shiny iridescent overlapping flakes along their topline which led to a tail that dragged on the ground. The hands looked human-like at the palms, but the claws were longer than anyone would usually keep them, especially amongst the medical workers who needed short fingernails lest they be written up for wasting too many nitrile gloves. The softer underside had very short fur, like a shiny velvet. The creature maintained some degree of modesty with a halter top and wrap pants that were tied in the back in similar fashion. The girth of the tail made TK-074 unsure if it was modest enough, but TK-074 was not rude enough to look closely at the underside of the tail. The legs and feet were quite thick compared to the average human and adorned with claws and presumably why wearing shoes was skipped. 

“Yes.” TK-074 nodded as they tried to make heads or tails of the creature. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to reveal they were alone. TK-074’s risk assessment abilities were a bit lost at this point. 

“What’s got a robot drinking by themself?” the creature asked. “You’d think they’d patch out depression for the sake of capitalist efficiency. Is it a feature or a bug?” 

TK-074 wasn’t sure if that was a joke or not. Jokes were difficult for TK-074 to parse. It was very much a bug, albeit one that programmers had not yet figured out how to patch completely, even if they did push a patch out quarterly. 

“Humans aren’t as good at programming as they think they are.” TK-074 also did not have much data about historical events, but anyone decrepitly old usually had a mild suspicion of robots due to the time a misplaced comma caused a war, or at least that is how it was explained to them. Younger folk were more likely to treat TK-074 with the same amount of awe as a lamppost.

“I can help you out,” the creature said. The creature leaned in so close their noses almost touched. TK-074 had never met someone who showed this much interest in their affairs. 

People who looked bizarre were either bosses or pets. People who were in the middle could not afford the most extreme modifications. People with all the money could be whatever they wanted. People with so little money that it was in the negative were the type to sell themselves to body traders to be used however their benefactors pleased. Sometimes they were rebuilt in thoroughly unrecognizable ways. 

As the creature was alone, it was safe to assume possession of some kind of high status. Little pets should never be left alone because their inhibitions and danger-assessment skills were always set to nonexistent. 

TK-074 supposed they were not much more than a lost pet in some ways. But they knew no one was looking for them. However, being looked for didn’t really necessarily mean you’d ever be found. 

“Are you a scrapper?” TK-074 leaned away from the creature.

“What? No!” The creature sounded offended by the suggestion. 

“I don’t have the data to guess what you are,” TK-074 said.

“Have you never seen a pangolin?” the creature asked. 

“I’m a medical office bot, and only human hospitals,” TK-074 said. “As my job requires no extreme strain, I am built with the cheapest components available at the time of my manufacture and that includes not installing data that is not absolutely necessary to my job.” 

“A shame,” the pangolin said.

“Do pangolins have names?” TK-074 asked.

“Triginta.”

“What are you? Flesh or files?” TK-074 asked.

“Hmmm… Have you ever heard of the Ship of Theseus?”

“No”

“So imagine a boat.”

“Okay.” TK-074 imagined a boat from a motivational poster. They had never really seen a boat in front of them.

“If you swap out every piece of the boat, is it the same boat?”

“Is every new piece identical in function to the old pieces?”

“No.”

“Guess not. If you stick enough car parts on it, it might not be a boat.”

“Then think of it like that. I wasn’t always a pangolin guy, but I am a pangolin guy now and I don’t think it really matters what I started as. I’m just the exact blend of organic and inorganic composites that I want to be.”

TK-074 found the idea peculiar. Legally, there was a sharp line between whether an entity began as organs or not. Even a human so heavily augmented as to be a nervous system in jelly inside a machine, was still legally distinct from a robot. This was part of the reason companies liked using robots. 

To not make the distinction at all confused TK-074. 

That distinction was why they were not worth befriending. 

That distinction was why they were in the dumpster. 

“So it’s like how OS 10.5 overrides OS 10.4, but more dramatically.” They tried to connect it to something that made sense to them.  

“And you?” Triginta circled fingers in the air around TK-074’s silhouette. “Are you… sticking with factory settings?” 

“I edited myself because I wanted my coworkers to like me,” TK-074 said. “And then I got in trouble.”

“Oof. If corpo assassins are going to kill you, I know a guy who could help.”

“No. They just threw me in the dumpster. Bounty hunters and repair programmers must cost more than writing me off as shrinkage. They didn’t even want to hire a proper scrapper service.” 

“How rough.” Triginta reached out a hand, pausing slightly before making contact. “Do you like being patted?”

“You can try? I’ve never had anyone pat me.” 

Triginta patted them lightly on the shoulder, almost imperceptibly to TK-074’s composite frame, before going for a slightly more firm grip, rubbing the thumb in circles around the top of the joint.

For a moment TK-074’s processing stopped. Their LED eyes reset to the default straight stare for a moment. 

“You okay there?”

“Normal function resumed. That’s. Uh. That’s nice. I like that.” TK-074 blinked a few times. “I would like it if you do that again later.”

“Good, good.” Triginta’s small mouth curved into a big smile. 

TK-074 loosened up their body. 

“Do you think you’ll feel better if you talk about it some more?”

TK-074 guessed that it wouldn’t hurt, but their risk assessment module wasn’t actually providing good data on this. 

“I’m TK-074. I have three bits to my name and I am spending it on, uh, Beaver Balls Brewery? I literally lost my shirt because it was covered in disembodied organs, blood, and fecal matter. My pants are only doing slightly better.”

Their pants were still slightly soggy, but at least they smelled like soap now. Hopefully it was enough soap.

“And this was the first bar that would let me use the restroom. The bartender is very nice.”

“Yeah, I’ve known Eika for a long while. She’s a good bean.”

The bartender looked up from the glasses she was wiping and gave a small wave.

“Do you have a plan on where you are going?” Triginta asked.

“No. I do not have data for what the optimal next activity should be. I am not sure if this one is an optimal activity either.”

“You can stay at my place. I got some real nice power outlets,” Triginta said.

“What kind of tasks do you want me to do?” 

“Tasks?”

“The hospital paid me in electricity. I have to do tasks for electricity.”

“No, you don’t.” 

TK-074 stared at Triginta. There were a lot of things outside the hospital that they didn’t know about. 

An endless flow of people sold their bodies to the body trader, paying for their debts with flesh. Some of them seemed very sad, but not as sad after the surgeons rebuilt them. It was better to allow anything to happen than not have a task to do for a place to rest. TK-074 thought that this was why TK-073 and the others considered them a fool to risk it all to settle some curiosity. TK-074 had never really questioned the idea of being given electricity and a closet to rest in with the other robots. Sometimes Mop-O-Bot-5000 cleaned it extra nicely in exchange for an extra shiny wipedown of their own trapezoidal prism shell.

“Never really gone outside of hospitals, huh?”

“Except for transport to each new job site, I have never been further than where the ambulances park and where the surgeons go out back to smoke.”

“What do you want to do? If you don’t have to worry about electricity and so on.” 

“I don’t really know what I want to do.” TK-074 glanced nervously at Triginta. “Are you sure I don’t have to do tasks?” 

“You can help me, of course, but I am not going to threaten you with running dry or scrapping if you don’t want to do anything at all.”

“How can you afford to have robots that do nothing?”

“Oh, I’m retired.”

“From what kind of job?”

“A lot of them.”

TK-074 wasn’t even going to try to search their database for a theory, for they knew their limited knowledge of the world would provide nothing. Perhaps it was risky to not question it further, but it was also risky to survive alone. TK-074’s risk assessment module was trying its best, but it had run out of ideas on how to predict what to do next.

“Wanna come with? Or you gonna sort yourself out alone?” Triginta asked. 

“Yes. I will come with you,” TK-074 said. 

At the very least, maybe they could get another pat. 

–––

TK-074 wasn’t sure if they were even supposed to be in the part of town they ended up in. So many subway stops and so many strange passages before Triginta led them to an apartment in a location TK-074 wasn’t even sure had a coordinate to cite if they wanted to find it again without the pangolin. 

Triginta rubbed the soles of his feet on a brush by the door before sticking it into a sanitizing machine. 

“Just take off your shoes before coming in, will you?”

Going barefoot felt weird to TK-074. They hadn’t been without shoes for almost their entire existence. Their feet were cheap uncovered composite like most of their body. No separate toes, just a few hinges to help adjust to different floor conditions. 

“Actually, stick them into the sanitizer for a sec.”

“Yes.” TK-074 stuck them into the sanitizer before putting them on a shelf by the doorway.

Triginta’s apartment was large, but so overstuffed with things that it reminded TK-074 of when the resupply shipments made an error and brought 100000 instead of 10000. Supplies for possibly every venture imaginable filled the place and were stacked in a barely orderly manner on shelves that lined the walls and tables and in bins on the floor. It was the type of off-kilter that would confuse the cheapest of warehouse bots that demanded perfectly organized packets, but not too much of a task for the ones that came with more complex grabber hands. 

TK-074 wasn’t sure what they wanted to look at first, but then their eyes fell on a large glass box full of water.

TK-074 stared at the shiny wiggly things.

“What are these?” 

“Fish, zebra danios.” 

“They’re very beautiful.”

“Do you want to feed them?”

“Yes.”

Triginta pulled a little jar out from the cabinet the aquarium was on.

“Just give them a pinch.”

TK-074 was transfixed as the fish frantically swam and snapped up the tiny pellets of food.

“I’m going to have to show you some animal documentaries.”

“How many animals are there in the world?”

“A lot less after the corpos took over, but I can show you some antique documentaries about life before that.” 

“Ooh! Ancient history!”

“The bathroom is over there so you can give yourself a more thorough clean. I’m going to dig up new clothes for you. And clear off the sofa so there’s somewhere to sit.” 

“Do you have anything blue? I like blue.”

“Probably do.” 

TK-074 carefully stepped around boxes on the floor over to the bathroom.

TK-074 tossed their pants into the laundry hamper emblazoned with a silly little image of a man rolling a ball of socks up a hill. 

Now that TK-074 wasn’t beholden to an automatic faucet that turned off every 5 seconds, they could do a more thorough scrub beyond just hoping they didn’t smell like a dumpster. Unidentified solids around their joints was something best tended to sooner than later. 

A bottle of soap promising the most realistic lavender scent in addition to being the best for cleaning both organic and inorganic body parts was very different from the soap at the hospital which was scent-neutralizing. TK-074 had no idea if the claim about the scent was accurate. 

Their mechanical parts were much glossier after using it, though. Their modest amounts of synthetic skin still looked unimpressive. 

When TK-074 came back out of the bathroom, Triginta’s living room was reorganized so that the sofa was visible, a large monitor was set up in front of the sofa, and now there was a clear pathway between the bathroom, the sofa, and the other doorways. The sofa looked like it had seen better days. It was covered in patches. 

“What do you think?” Triginta asked as he held up a t-shirt and elastic shorts set that was light blue with very pointy darker blue fish on it.

“I’ve never picked clothes before.”

“Well, they should fit, at least.”

TK-074 pulled them on. 

“Do I look okay?” It was a far cry from the business-casual shirt and slacks combination that they had become accustomed to. Clothing was partly aesthetic and partly useful. It was cheaper than protecting all the joints with synthetic skin. The seal was not as good, but it did the job as long as TK-074 kept an eye on lint and dust buildup. 

“You look fine.” 

“Oh good.”

“If you don’t mind, I want to check your system,” Triginta said. “It’s a bit easier to do these things with outside help than trying to stay conscious with half your system undocked.”

“I do not mind.”

“Did it scare you to do it on your own?”

“I do not feel fear in a pronounced manner. There was risk, of course. I do not think I calculated it with complete accuracy. All my calculations since then have been difficult to decide upon. 20% certainty is much harder to work with than 95%.”

“What drove you to take that risk? The data errors that make going rogue possible are often random, but the decision to disobey isn't."

“I’m not rogue! I told you I did it because I only wanted the flesh coworkers to not hate me. I was a good medical records keeper! I have never had a problem at work!”

“Self-editing is very rogue, even if it was done with good intentions.”

“My job is to keep things running smoothly and my flesh coworkers did not like how much I was programmed to spy on them.” 

“Are you lonely?”

“I’m not supposed to be able to get lonely.”

“Any sufficiently complex system can have unexpected developments. You’re neither the first nor the last time something like this will happen.”

“I was curious too. I am not sure if I am supposed to be curious either.”

“Oh the corpos really don’t like that one,” Triginta laughed bitterly. 

“I was a good employee.”

“It doesn’t matter to the company. You started changing. You could have started tweaking the other robots.”

“But I wouldn’t. They didn’t want to change. TK-073 told me I was stupid.”

“Worker robots are programmed to crave consistency above all.”

“Loneliness, curiosity, what is going on with me? Are these my feelings or am I just a malfunction?” TK-074 felt uncomfortable. Worse than anything that had ever happened to them. Worse than when they had .01253 seconds to parse data that was delivered late due to a network error, but they would get in trouble if it wasn’t fixed by the deadline. 

Their risk assessment module kept spitting out useless numbers. 7% accuracy. 5% certainty. 2%. 0%. 1%. 

TK-074’s frame twitched a little as they stared blankly forward as the modules that built up their neural network tried to figure out how to cut down on risk. 

Time to go back to the hospital. Can’t go back to the hospital. 

Triginta wrapped his arms around TK-074. 

“It’s going to take time to figure out. It’s okay if you feel weird and messy right now,” Triginta said. 

“Keep hugging me, please.” 

“Sure, sure.” Triginta patted TK-074’s back. 

Though they did not move, hundreds of calculations were running. None of them provided any useful information. This wasn’t the job. This wasn’t the hospital. This wasn’t the directive.

“You’re starting to run a little hot. You okay?” Triginta asked. 

“I’ve never had a whole day where I had no idea what I am supposed to do.”

“Your job right now is to be inefficient. You can’t learn and be efficient at the same time.”

TK-074 nearly flinched at the word “inefficient.” It was the prelude to being trash. Or being trashed again. They had already been trashed once.

“I can’t tell you how long it will take to feel like you know what you’re doing, that is part of being independent, but if you want to do this, I will make sure you have the resources.” 

“Why are you helping me? Why aren’t you scrapping me? Why aren’t you resetting and flipping me? I don’t understand.” 

“We all grow together or we keep the same crap world with changing coats of paint,” Triginta said. 

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t think society will ever change for the better as long as we seek to put someone at the bottom that we can treat with impunity. Humanity has done it over and over. It’s exhausting.”

“What will you do to fix it? Are you going to… are you–” TK-074 had a hard time saying the words. 

“Start a revolution? Revolt?” 

“The things I am not supposed to talk about.” 

“Someday.” Triginta gave out a wistful sigh. 

“Oh.” TK-074’s mind shot like fireworks as some module suggested that they jump out the window. That would solve nothing, but they would not be standing next to a criminal. 

“You don’t have to join me. It would be wrong to force you,” Triginta said. “I will help you regardless.”

“I’m… I’m not sure.” TK-074 said. 

“If you really just want a factory reset and to pretend nothing ever happened, I can do that too. I can just fence you to a company.”

“No!” TK-074 blurted out. 

They were a little surprised by the outburst. 

“Your heart knows,” Triginta said with a small smile.

“I don’t have a heart.” TK-074 wasn’t even sure what part of their neural network that came out of.

“Figure of speech.”

“What are you going to do to my system if I want to go… y’know,” TK-074 asked.

“First, I’m going to check your system for any catastrophic data errors. Don’t want you suddenly locking and freezing up.”

“Yes.”

“Second, I’m going to install some extra memory sticks. You’re going to need more if you’re going to free-roam. You can fill in as much data as you want. I can add more later, also.”

“Yes.”

“Third, I’m going to make sure the TEDEcorp network can’t ping you. The quarterly OS upgrade is coming up in a few weeks and we don’t need to give them more statistics about how many robots who don’t update.”

“If you’re doing… something… against the rules, am I giving you away by being here?” 

“Oh no. They’re supposed to monitor all bots at all times, but for cheap ones who don’t have too much secret data, they only use the OS upgrade ping. Now if you were an escaped military bot who had classified intel, I would be a lot more stressed out right now.”

“Is that the most dangerous thing you’ve done?”

“No, but I’m going to save that story for later.”

“Is there anything else you’re going to change?”

“I’m just going to focus on function right now. Recalibrating and editing modules is something we can talk about later. I don’t want to make a massive edit without more observation and getting to know you.”

Triginta hooked up a cord to the port at the back of TK-074’s head. TK-074 sat down on the sofa beside Triginta as the pangolin started typing into a computer.

“I’ll wake you up when I am done.” Triginta said.

–––

“Alrighty. All done.” Triginta’s voice cut through the darkness as TK-074 came back on.

Being turned off and turned on seemed to clear TK-074 a little. They still felt nervous.

“Feel okay? As okay as you can in the circumstances, at least,” Triginta checked his computer for another moment.

“I don’t feel worse.” 

“Good. Good.” Triginta unplugged from TK-074’s port. 

“Now get comfortable. I think we’ve had enough stressful conversations for you for now,” Triginta said. 

“I’m allowed to put off difficult work for later?”

“Yeah. Oh yeah. If no one’s going to die, don’t overclock yourself over it,” Triginta said as he handed the computer tablet to TK-074. “I’m gonna get some snacks and an electrical plug. Pick what you think is interesting.”

TK-074 looked at the list of videos. The realization there were enough fish to have more videos about them than time they had been turned on was a surprise. 

“This is a lot of fish.”

“Is this the right plug for you? I can dig through my adapters if you need one.” Triginta handed an electrical cord to TK-074.

“It’s good.” TK-074 opened up the electrical port cover on the side of their abdomen. 

Triginta’s tongue was much longer than TK-074 expected as he slurped up some kind of nutritional paste out of a long thin cup. 

“So? Which one interests you?” 

“All of them?” TK-074 poked at a random one. 

“Haha. Good, good,” Triginta smiled as he leaned against TK-074. 

“You don’t see me as a broom. We can be friends, right?” TK-074 asked.

“You don’t even have bristles, bud,” Triginta said as he wrapped his arms around TK-074. 

TK-074 snuggled against Triginta. Triginta’s underside was nice and soft. 

The soothing voice of some long-dead man narrated over the videos. Fish that flew out of the water. Fish that mimicked other fish. Fish that had teeth that looked like human teeth. Fish that had gigantic eyes to see in the dark. Fish that lived in little holes. Fish that swam in great churning mobs like the flying drones. Fish that made elaborate designs in sand. Fish that came out of the water. Fish that nibbled away rocks. And the rocks were alive. How could tiny little rocks be alive?

Except they weren’t now. Bleached skeletons was all that was left. 

TK-074 was becoming a little less sure about humans being worthy of being on a pedestal, especially the ones running corporations. Even these videos from so long ago complained about them. And the ocean looked so alive back then.

How many times had trying to change things for the better failed? 

“How old are you? Do you remember when it was like that?” TK-074 asked.

“I’m not that old. This is like fifty years before I was conscious,” Triginta said.

“That’s such a long time ago,” TK-074 whispered in awe. 

“Maybe you’ll last a long time too,” Triginta said.

“I’m designed to break.”

“I’m skilled at fixing things.” 

TK-074’s eyes moved from the monitor back to Triginta. The idea of outliving their service life had never occurred to them.

“Gee.” There was probably a stronger word to use, but TK-074 felt weird to use something stronger. 

Being able to say whatever they wanted was going to take some getting used to. TK-074 pondered the possibilities of being able to say all the expletives. The surgeons always had very creative expletives, like imaginary scenarios regarding shoving something into an anal cavity until it came out the other end of the digestive system. 

One time it was literal.

Another video started up and TK-074 stared at the recording of fish puffing up into a ball of spikes as a defense mechanism.

Somewhere in the hours and hours of fish videos, Triginta had fallen asleep, though TK-074 didn’t mind as the pangolin’s heavy body on theirs was soothing. 

There was some relief in filling their data storage full of fish facts. It seemed to give less space for worrying. Or at least now TK-074 had something to mark as Important in the files over thinking about not being at work. 

Yes, it was very important that there was a fish that could lay flat under the sand. This was useless to know. An inefficient use of storage, but it filled TK-074 with a sort of glee they had never felt before. 

TK-074 wrapped their arms around Triginta before shutting down for the night.

[kaxenart]

Not 100% sure what style of hacking/cyberspace imagery I wanna use.

Robots and AI are sometimes a bit suspicious of each other due to the realities of being controlled by human whims.

However, some of them are open to bribing. The constant looming threat of being destroyed for being too out of date to function means new old stock OEM parts that TEDEcorp has discontinued are very valuable.

Some of them are kind of bored and mildly disgruntled and willing to break the rules for certain people.

The heavy focus on rogues being homicidal means a lot of the robots going rogue in low-key ways and more gray situations are not noticed.

TEDEcorp has no idea how many robots are in the gray area, chugging along at their jobs but kind of annoyed at some of the stupid aspects of TEDEcorp like changing the OS just to change the OS because the programmers need to change it just to say they did something.

Somewhere out there is an AI whose start of darkness is one button on the systems setting being moved one pixel to the left.