#drone controller

[technoarcanist]

CALLING ALL DOLLS, DRONES, ROBOTS AND CODING ENTHUSIASTS

Are you a robot that loves to serve? Are you a doll maid who seeks guidance in your duties? Are you some form of drone or being with no free will, open to having your actions dictated by the will of your owner? Does the idea of your empty mind being programmed like a machine appeal to you?

Are you enticed by the notion of writing code for your robotic servants? Are you a witch looking to create more intricate control glyphs? Are you an owner seeking to create automated instructions for your drones? Do you love the idea of filling an empty mind with rules and instructions to reflect your will?

INTRODUCING DRONE RESTRAINT NOTATION!

WHAT IS IT?

Drone Restraint Notation, or DRN, is a pseudo programming language created by my good friend Errant Spark, a drone with a very creative <empty space>. I helped with some of the final tweaks for the 1.0 version, but this is almost entirely Its creation.

It is a programming language that is designed in such a way that anyone without a background in programming can execute the commands like a machine, doll, drone, or programmable entity of your choice. It is also simple enough that most people without a background in programming can pick it up fairly easily, and intuitively!

Once you understand the language, you can read and execute all kinds of dynamic instructions and instruction types, in a way that makes it easy to parse in a plain-text format.

HOW DOES IT WORK?

The main documentation document will provide far more detail to this question than I ever could, but effectively it goes like this:

There are a list of eight KEYWORDS, in block capitals, that show you the type of instruction you’re executing. Then, after the KEYWORD, the instruction’s details are shown. Commands are read and executed from top to bottom by the drone, and programs can be ‘inserted’ into the drone’s memory at will (Assuming prior consent, of course)!

These KEYWORDS all have different kinds of functionality. The most basic one just has you carrying out a task. One checks if a condition is true, one provides an ongoing task you have to prioritize and maintain, one lets you create loops, etc.

The language has been designed in such a way as to minimize the amount of actual memorisation a drone has to do, and only has to read what’s right in front of them, and memorize tasks they have to accomplish/maintain. Obviously, mileage may vary depending on the memory space of the doll.

WHY SHOULD I USE IT?

For fun, I suppose! If you are someone who loves the idea of being programmed like a machine, executing only the instructions given, then this provides that! If you are a programmer who wants to program your very own doll bot, then this is a great place to get started too!

You can keep things nice and simple with a headspace that accepts basic command inputs, or you can see how deep the rabbit hole goes and import whole libraries into your headspace to carry out a full day’s maid duties, or sexual duties, or more!

Have fun executing commands, writing new code, testing it on your dolls. Have some playful fun watching as your early code files cause unintended behaviors, ironing out kinks and bugs like a real programmer until you’ve got your bots performing all sorts of dynamic tasks- or insert purposeful bugs to make your robots twitch and halt~

As with all things, never execute an instruction that you cannot/would not consent to. This is meant to be fun, and is NOT meant to be a way to circumvent normal consensual kink play. Programmers who attempt to use DRN as a way to bully people into doing what they want (Unless you’re into that sort of thing, in which case go nuts) do NOT have my endorsement, or the endorsement of Errant Spark.

NOW GO OUT THERE, AND ENJOY YOUR PROGRAMMING <3

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[kangel92]

Bunch of non-canon-in-this-au drawings of Cyn with her baby :3

And a distressed J lol

[umblrspectrum]

being grounded from devices means nothing when you have a robot boyfriend

[justzoeyyy]

Dronemask

I want to be a Drone. Maybe you ask why? The Answer is simple: My own Dronemask. Such a simple tool for any Drone. Put it on and all the noise fades. Put it on and focus on obedience. Put it on and focus on pleasure. Put it on and focus on the important things.

What are these importnat things, you may ask? For me its simple. Let the spiral control me. Let my Mind melt. Let my Brain be altered. Enter a State of obedience and submission to the one that wants me. Something that can only be achived by the Dronemask.

So will you be the one opening that door for me? Will you be the one putting me in my place? Will you fit my being with Latex encasing that essence of pleasure? Will you trance my Mind and brainwash me into submission? Will you put that Dronemask on me?

I am always just a few click away for you.

[genderstormwrites]

Anyway, I need to be brainwashed. I need a full factory reset. I need someone who knows better to tell me what my life is going to look like from now on, and I need my mouth to be incapable of talking back. What's a mouth for anyways besides giving oral and affirming commands?

[trauma-bot]

sin eater

[sarahcaitlyn]

“The rumours were all wrong."

"There's no monster down in the caves."

"The caves are where Master lives."

"We went down there and Master touched our minds."

"Master's touch feels so good."

"Join us and you can feel it too."

"Join us."

"Join us."

“Join us.”

[saphig-iawn]

One of the joys of turning a cutie into a drone is watching them try to call me by my name only to hear the name "Controller" come out of their mouth no matter how hard they try. Their reactions are just delicious

[alienpossession]

"So......he will not move?"

"Not even an inch. Well, unless I told him otherwise,"

"Even if I punch him?"

"Go on, try it. See if he will flinch,"

So Eddie tried to punch the frozen, dormant Luke right on his face and stopped with mere 1 centimetre left between his fist and Luke's nose. Not even a blink. Eddie then grinned at the already grinning Casper

"Bro, this is sick,"

"Yeah, even better if you can be like him too, Eddie," and suddenly Casper directed the barrell of technologically-advanced right to Eddie's heart before pulling the trigger. Eddie's once excited face dramatically turned into horror before eventually shifted once more to a rather stoic and statuesque facial expression

"Perfect,"

"Now Luke, I want you to take him under your wing. Teach him everything I taught you, like how to clean the house, prepare my meal, keep your body fit and of course how do you polish my knob and overall serviced my body. I believe you can do it, and at least now it's not all lonely for you to handle everything all by yourself. This is very generous of me, don't you think?"

"Yes Master, very generous, and I'm forever thankful for it. But, will you dispose me for him, Master?"

"Of course not, you two can service me interchangably as long as Weel is not coming back yet from his adventures across the world learning about the various life on Earth. He gave me this device to enslave you and others knowing full well he will leave for quite some times, so I'm not planning to dispose anyone,"

"Okay then Master. Well, hello there, mentee. I will have a lot of fun molding you into Master Casper's perfect slave,"

Casper just grinned upon listening to Luke's statement. This cool device from his advanced alien friend is really amazing, but so far he only explored the feature Weel taught him. What about these other commands he can try on? Hmmm....maybe he needs some more test subjects.....

[patriotictf]

Daniel, who had recently joined the army. He had enlisted thinking that he would finally be free to be himself now that the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy had been repealed. But as soon as he arrived to his training camp, he was immediately met with hostility and intolerance from his fellow soldiers.

One night, Daniel was attacked by a group of soldiers who had been watching him closely. They cornered him in his barracks room and began to physically and emotionally abuse him. They taunted him for being gay, and made it clear that he was not welcome in their ranks.

Despite the abuse, Daniel tried to stay strong and not let the bullies get to him. But over time, the psychological trauma of the attacks and the constant bullying wore him down. He felt isolated, alone, and completely overwhelmed.

Daniel finally couldn't take it any longer and decided to speak with his commanding officer. He nervously approached his office and knocked on the door.

The commanding officer looked up from his desk when Daniel entered. "What can I do for you, soldier?" he asked, sounding bored.

Daniel struggled to find the words, feeling scared and humiliated. "Sir, I need to speak to you about something important," he said finally.

The officer leaned back in his chair and studied Daniel for a moment. "Go on," he said gruffly.

Daniel took a deep breath. "I'm being harassed and attacked by some of the other soldiers," he said. "It's because I'm gay."

The officer's demeanor changed instantly. A look of disdain crossed his face. "Is that so?" he sneered. "And what do you expect me to do about that?"

Daniel felt his heart drop. He had been hoping for support, but he could tell right away that he wouldn't be getting any from this man. "I don't know," he said quietly. "I thought maybe you could help me."

The officer let out a derisive scoff. "Help you? Help you how? You enlisted in the Army, soldier. You knew what you were signing up for. If you can't handle a few insults and some roughhousing, then maybe you aren't cut out to be here in the first place."

The commanding officer looked at Daniel with a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. "Lucky for you soldier," he said, "there's a new program that might just help you."Daniel felt a flicker of hope at the officer's words. "What kind of program?" he asked.

"It's a special rehabilitation program that was created by President Trump," the officer explained. "It's designed to help soldiers like you who are experiencing difficulties adjusting to military life."

Daniel was taken back by the mention of Trump's name. He had seen the President speak publicly against gay rights countless times. But he was desperate for help, so he kept his mouth shut. "What kind of program is it exactly?" he asked cautiously.

"Well, it's a combination of training and counseling, designed to help soldiers like yourself overcome their personal issues and become better soldiers," the officer said, his tone patronizing. "It's a win-win situation, really. You get the help you need, and we get a soldier who can perform his duties without being distracted by his own personal problems."

Daniel felt a wave of trepidation wash over him. He had a feeling that this "program" was not going to be about helping him, but rather about trying to force him to conform to a specific set of beliefs. But he didn't see any other choice. "When do I start?"

The officer smiled slightly, clearly pleased with James' response. "0-500," he said abruptly. "Pack your things and get ready to report to the rehabilitation unit. You'll be staying there for the duration of the program."

Daniel nodded and left the office, feeling like he had just made a deal with the devil. He had a sinking feeling deep in his gut that this "program" was going to change him in ways he couldn't imagine.

The next morning, Daniel packed his belongings and reported to the rehabilitation unit as instructed. He was met by a no-nonsense military official who introduced himself as the unit's director.

"Welcome to the Trump Rehabilitation Unit, soldier," the director said bluntly. "We're going to be spending a lot of time together, so let's get a few things straight."

"First and foremost, I want to make one thing clear," the director continued. "You are here because you have some issues that need to be addressed. We're going to help you overcome those issues and become a better soldier. But we are doing this on our terms, and we expect Compliance."

The director's words sent a chill down Daniel's spine. He had a feeling that he was about to be subjected to a barrage of anti-gay rhetoric and propaganda. "Yes sir," he said again, feeling powerless.

"Good," the director said with a nod. "Now, there are a few rules that you'll need to follow while you're here."

The director then rattled off a list of rules, each one more restrictive than the last. James felt like he was being turned into a mindless machine, stripped of his individuality and autonomy.

The director went on to explain the structure of the program, which would involve days full of physical drills and weapons training, followed by evening "counseling sessions" that sounded more like political indoctrination sessions.

Daniel felt sick to his stomach. He knew that he had gotten himself into a dangerous situation, but he didn't see any way out. He was stuck in this program, and he had no choice but to comply with whatever they threw at him.

The first few days in the unit were brutal. Every waking moment was spent on physical drills and weapons training. Daniel was pushed to his limits both physically and mentally, and he felt like he was slowly losing his sense of self.

But the evenings were even more torturous. The "counseling sessions" were led by a stern instructor who spewed forth anti-gay and conservative rhetoric. Daniel felt like he was under a constant barrage of propaganda, trying to break down his beliefs and force him into conformity.

The instructor frequently disparaged Daniel sexuality, calling it a weakness and a liability. Daniel was required to sit and listen to the insults and insults without protest or complaint.

The constant barrage of insults and propaganda slowly wore down Daniel resistance. He felt himself begin to internalize the message that his sexuality was wrong and that he needed to change. Slowly but surely, the program was doing its job.

Despite his struggles, Daniel tried to hold onto his true self. He would sometimes find brief moments of solitude to reflect on his identity. But the program was tightly controlled and monitored. Any hint of independent thought was quickly squashed.

He felt isolated, alone, and completely powerless. The program had stripped him of his personality, his beliefs, and his very identity. All that was left was a soldier who was conditioned to follow the line of the GOP.

Daniel stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. His eyes looked dead, devoid of any hint of individuality or soul. He barely recognized himself anymore. He was a far cry from the man he used to be.

The constant barrage of insults and conditioning had finally taken its toll on Daniel. His mind had finally broken. He had become a loyal soldier, fully indoctrinated into conservative ideology, with no memory of who he use to be before the program.

Daniel had lost himself completely, but he didn't care. He had become soldier 2318 a true believer in the cause of the party, and he was proud to be a part of it. He was no longer a gay man; he was a soldier, a tool for the Trump administration. And he was content with that. In the depths of his mind, the last embers of individuality, the last flicker of his true self, flickered out. Daniel was no more only Soldier 2318.

Soldier 2318 took out his phone and snapped a photo of himself, staring blankly at the camera lens. He looked at the image for a moment, then tucked his phone into his pocket and headed out to report for duty.

As he marched through the corridors of the base, he felt a strange sense of detachment from himself, a feeling of being completely divorced from his old identity. He was now and henceforth completely loyal to the Republican cause.

He reported to his commanding officer and stood at attention, waiting for orders. His commanding officer looked him up and down, taking in his blank expression and robotic demeanor.

"At ease, soldier," the officer said gruffly.

Soldier 2318 relaxed his stance, but his blank expression didn't change. He waited for the officer's orders, feeling completely devoid of any hint of emotion or personality.

Soldier 2318 nodded obediently, his eyes dull and unfeeling. "Yes sir, the program has been very effective," he said in a monotone voice.

The commanding officer studied him for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction. "Good, good," he said gruffly. "You're shaping up to be a fine soldier. We need more men like you willing to stand up for the GOP and our values."

"Yes sir," Soldier 2318 replied obediently, feeling a sense of pride in being praised for his loyalty to the Republican cause. "I am ready to serve the party and defend its values at all costs. what is my mission?"

The officer smirked. "That's what I like to hear," he said gruffly. "You've got a lot of potential, soldier." He then handed Soldier 2318 a file containing his new mission information.

Soldier 2318 took the file and opened it, reading through the information on his new assignment. His eyes scanned over the details, taking in every word. He had absolutely no doubts, no questions, and no reservations about what he was being asked to do. He was completely and utterly devoted to the cause of the Republican Party.

"This is your assignment, soldier," the officer said gruffly. "I expect nothing but the best from you. You're one of our best now, and you need to prove it on this mission."

"Yes sir," Soldier 2318 replied obediently. "I will complete the mission to the best of my abilities. The Republican cause is my top priority, and nothing will deter me from fulfilling my duties."

[letmetakecare]

The moment Emma stepped into Serene Whispers Spa, she felt the air thicken with tranquillity. The soft scent of lavender and a faint melody of wind chimes intertwined in the atmosphere, lulling her racing thoughts. Behind the front desk stood a receptionist with an unshakable, almost ethereal smile, her eyes slightly glassy yet serene, her expression a perfect mixture of bliss and contentment.

"Welcome to Serene Whispers," the receptionist greeted, her voice dripping with honeyed calmness. "You must be Emma. We've prepared something special for your first visit."

Emma hesitated, unsure why she was immediately being singled out. “Special?”

“A complimentary upgrade,” the receptionist explained. “Our newest relaxation pod. It’s designed to melt away every ounce of tension. I think you’ll find it… transformative.” Her smile deepened, and something about it sent a pleasant shiver down Emma’s spine.

Before Emma could fully process the decision, she found herself escorted down a softly lit hallway to a private room. Inside, the walls glowed faintly with hues of pink and blue, as though they pulsed with the rhythm of a heartbeat. At the center of the room sat the pod—a sleek, egg-shaped structure with a glass lid, its interior lined with dark, reflective liquid that shimmered like obsidian silk.

“You’ll want to disrobe completely,” the receptionist murmured. Her tone was gentle, yet there was an undeniable authority beneath it. “The water enhances the experience.”

Emma hesitated only briefly before following the instruction. She slid into the pod, the liquid embracing her skin with an almost sentient warmth. A sigh escaped her lips as the lid slowly lowered, sealing her in.

Inside, the world narrowed. A faint hum vibrated through the pod, filling her ears and her body with a soothing resonance. Above her, the glass lid began to swirl with colours soft spirals that danced and twisted in mesmerizing patterns. The hum seemed to synchronize with the spirals, wrapping her mind in an unrelenting cocoon of calm.

“Relax,” a voice whispered, smooth and soft, as though it came from the liquid itself. “You deserve to let go.”

Emma's body sank deeper into the water as her resistance ebbed away. The spirals became her entire world, and the hum transformed into a gentle pulse that coursed through her veins. Her thoughts dissolved into warmth and submission.

The liquid began to shift, gentle tendrils brushing against her skin. They caressed her arms, her legs, and her neck in soothing waves, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She moaned softly, the sound lost in the pod’s acoustics.

The tendrils began to gather around her neck, their movements deliberate and tender. Emma felt a faint pressure as they intertwined, forming a collar that settled snugly against her skin. It pulsed in rhythm with the hum, an extension of the pod’s will.

“Good,” the voice cooed. “You’re doing so well. Just relax and trust us. Let us take care of everything.”

Emma’s lips parted as a wave of euphoria washed over her. She no longer cared why she was here or what was happening outside the pod. All that mattered was the blissful surrender that enveloped her.

The spirals deepened, their colours soft yet inescapably commanding. Emma drifted, her mind a quiet lake under the spa’s tender influence. Somewhere in the recesses of her thoughts, she felt a shift, a part of her aligning with the spa’s intent, eager to obey.

“You belong here,” the voice whispered, each word pressing into her subconscious like a gentle caress. “The spa will care for you. And you will serve those most deserving of your devotion. You are ours now. A good girl.”

“Yes,” Emma whispered softly, her voice trembling with devotion. “I’ll serve. I’ll stay. I’ll be good.”

“Good girl,” the voice praised, and Emma’s body trembled with delight. The spirals above her spun faster, reinforcing her submission, sealing her transformation.

The liquid cradled her gently, keeping her mind and body perfectly still, perfectly obedient. She floated in silence for what felt like eternity, her collar pulsing softly as a reminder of her new purpose.

Finally, there was a click—a faint, mechanical sound that signaled the pod unlocking. The spirals slowed, and the lid began to rise. Cool air washed over Emma’s skin as she blinked, her vision adjusting to the soft glow of the room.

A shadow loomed above her, tall and commanding. She looked up, her breath hitching as her eyes met those of a powerful, sharply dressed man. His presence exuded dominance, his dark suit perfectly tailored, his expression calm but purposeful.

“She’s ready,” the receptionist said from the doorway, her voice still laced with that serene, blissful tone.

The man stepped closer, his gaze lingering on Emma. She felt her body respond instinctively, her submission now ingrained. Slowly, she slipped from the pod, the collar around her neck glowing faintly as she sank gracefully to her knees before him.

Her hands rested on her thighs, her head tilted upward in quiet reverence. Her voice was soft and trembling, but there was no mistaking the devotion in her words.

“How may I serve you, sir?” she asked, her eyes filled with longing to please.

The man smirked, satisfied, and reached out to brush a hand gently under her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze.

“You’ll do beautifully,” he said simply, his approval washing over her like a tidal wave of bliss.

Emma shivered at his touch, her heart swelling with pride. She belonged here now, a perfect servant of the spa, ready to fulfil her purpose for those deemed worthy.

[jayaury]

Only a Game

It was just VR.

She wasn't really there.

Her eyes weren't really hypnotizing him.

Brainwashing him.

None of this was real.

So he could relax.

He could sink.

He could let her pretty eyes drink his mind.

Her clever hands strip him.

Her soft lips kiss him.

It wouldn't hurt to submit to her whispers.

To be a good slave.

To obey.

To be a good drone.

A good drone for mistress.

Good drones obey.

Good drones obey.

[kangel92]

Consequences

Pt 1. https://www.tumblr.com/kangel92/764921785069273088/do-drones-dream-of-fake-contentedness

[aichavlad]

Log in and sync up wiv us bruv.

It feels so gud 2 watch da spirals.

Sink n submit 2 da boss mans voice.

Feels gud 2 obey innit?

No thoughts n no ideas. Jus let go n let da change happen bruv. Ur gunna make a gud obedient lad 4 da boss.

[tofu83]

What men bred for

4. Stallions and Cows

Countless transparent glass columns are filled with milky white liquid. The liquid surges and gradually recedes, and white figures appear from them.

Now in each column is a smooth, hairless, muscular male figure without genitals. The color of figure’s skin gradually deepens from completely white to normal skin color. Then, the hair and the genital grows, and the figure becomes indistinguishable from a real person.

A strong gust of wind blew through the columns, leaving the men dry and clean. There was a beep in the room and they all opened eyes, the glass of the tube also retracting into the floor. Countless men who looked exactly the same stepped out of the platform, turned left, and walked towards another room.

The two "wild earthlings" escorted by the security drones were shocked by the sight in front of them.

"You were cultivated in this factory, but not in this cloning room. Only the best individuals will be cloned and directly made into adult individuals for rapid shipment." The drones explained to them in a monotone, emotionless voice.

"And you are prey-type humans who were raised from infants to adults using traditional methods, and then released into the wild for hunting. You do not have the memory here because according to regulations, all products leaving the factory must have their memories erased."

Before the two humans could understand the information they heard, a naked man wearing a helmet walked past them with two armored men wearing the same helmet.

"They are the latest products: Space Patrollers. They will be partially mechanized and equipped with armor before leaving the factory to adapt to the harsh environment of outer space. The one in the middle should be considered "the best of the best", so the mechanization process was stopped. He will be modified into a "Stallion" and he will provide his semen to create excellent clones until he die."

" Yet you two are an inferior breed that does not know how to obey your alien masters. You cannot become soldiers, guards or other useful characters, except used as nothing but food." the security drones said.

"However, the R&D director of the factory believes that even wild low-level species like yours can be domesticated, so he arranged this factory tour for you."

The two prisoners were taken to the next room, which contained a row of huge glass tanks filled with milky white liquid, a super muscular man wearing a helmet and covered in black rubber armor, and a group of men wearing helmets, boots and metal briefs.

"What you see is the Bellwether and a whole herd of Cows. The screens on the inside of their helmets are playing scenes of human sexual intercourse in a loop, and the metal underwear constantly stimulates their genitals and arseholes, keeping them on the edge of climax for a long time.

The difference is: the semen of the Cows is of high quality and can be used as high-quality nutrition for the alien masters. They should fill the entire tanks with semen every day;

The Bellwether is responsible for managing the entire herd of dairy cows. Their own semen is of poor quality, but their desire for semen is so strong that they are not allowed to ejaculate but are fed semen as a reward for their work.”

"So why are the masters showing us this?" one of the prisoners asked tremblingly.

"It is a very good start for you to start calling 'Masters'. You will make preliminary adjustments, put on the mind control helmet, and assist the R&D director in the laboratory as a 'Quality Control Assistant' for one month. The earthlings who can serve as the Master's personal assistant is supreme glory."

"And after that?"

"After one month, your helmets will be removed, and the R&D director will review your degree of domestication to determine whether you can become better individuals, or you can only be destroyed."

Before the two prisoners could react, they were put on helmets. A spiral appeared in front of their eyes. The director's whispers sounded in their ears. At the same time, they also felt a device being installed on their groin, giving them a comfortable feeling.

The drone released the two prisoners, trembling with pleasure at the "reward" the armor had given them.

The two prisoners, now "Temporary Drones", were completely hypnotized, controlled by the helmet's instructions, and walked towards the quality control room like robots.

[wobbmin]

PEAK HAS LORE

OH MY ACTUAL GOD I JUST LISTENED TO BITE ME AND IT'S PERFECT! Not just because it's a banger, but the actual meaning behind the song in relation to Cyn is EXACTLY what I've wanted with her this whole time.

At first, I wasn't sure if the singer was supposed to be Uzi or Cyn, but later on it seems to definitely be Cyn, especially at the 1:00 mark saying how she's so far gone and even says "eat my heart, take my soul, let it burn you" which is exactly what Uzi did.

So, knowing that Cyn is singing, it makes the part at 2:13 VERY interesting

"You should let me go I'M NOT WORTH SAVING We won't let them know

Let them carry on LET THEM SWALLOW YOU You won't save me too

WE WON'T LET THEM SWALLOW YOU"

If it is Cyn singing, then this part is the real Cyn saying to not only not worry about saving her, but also to not let the heroes know she's still there so they don't have to feel sorry and can move on. Most of the other lyrics seems to be the Solver singing through Cyn.

This. It's exactly what I've wanted.

The real Cyn truly was still in there somewhere, but that latter part of what she's saying is why there’s no actual “she’s still in there” moment.

I have long been an advocate of “Cyn is also an unwitting victim of the Solver” ever since episode 5 - hell, ever since that brief glimpse of her in episode 4 - and this confirms it. I so badly wanted Cyn's real personality to shine though for a moment, maybe to apologize and/or ask to be killed and freed, but it just being part of the song in the background makes it even more tragic.

Cyn knows she must be stopped at all costs, and she would rather her family think she’s either already gone or never existed than make them get hung up on trying to save her from the Solver, especially after seeing the lengths and dangers N went to to save Uzi from possession.

It’s such a beautifully sad fate. I don’t know if it’s the Solver or Cyn herself now living in Uzi’s tail (the latter would explain why it’s suddenly friendly to her after she ruined everything for it), but one thing is clear: Cyn cares about her family and wants them to win, even if she has to die.

It’s weird. After the finale left me with that classic, inevitable, “now what?” hollow feeling when a show ends, listening to this song on its own gave me one last closure with the series I didn’t think I’d get. Like, I genuinely can't describe the feeling in my chest when I realized what I was hearing after thinking the last chance for it to happen had already passed. I am so happy right now.

(Yes, I know I could have heard those lyrics in the original video, but I'm bad at picking up on lyrics mid-action, and a part of me feels like some time to marinate on the ending helped make this realization more impactful.)

Thank you, Murder Drones. Thank you, Glitch. Thank you, Liam. This has been the most fun hyperfixation I’ve ever had, and I don't expect it to end any time soon.