#helper drones

[ladynoirxadrinette]

Horsey☺️

Guys,when I went to horse camp,I was a helper. It was really fun during lunch because we got to eat in the arena but the kids couldn't😆. I loved it. We also had a sleep over. Well the helpers did. Moral if the story,I wanna help again next year.

[prrism]

I arise from the void! *slams down post* Enjoy! *crawls back into void*

Spring Ache

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part ?

Summary: With Spring melting away the cold of winter you were ready to get to work, however Techno was not…

Characters: Techno x Reader

Relationship: Parental/platonic

Pronouns: Unspecified/kept neutral

Today’s gonna be a good day. With the cold of winter finally starting to melt away you were more then ready to get things ready for farming, while you did mostly work with weapons you enjoyed dabbling in other activities like farming, keeps you self sufficient and sharp to your surroundings. Not to mention you now had a little helper with you this time… or you would if he’d hurry up and get downstairs already.

“Techno! We’ve got a long day ahead of us, I need you down here.” You call, after a minute with no response worry starts to creep in. You upstairs and knock on his door. “Techno? Is everything alright?” Only a muffled whimper is heard, you quickly open the door to see him holding his jaw in pain. You kneel down and motion for him to approach, when he does you just lightly touch his jaw and he flinches away in pain, very abnormal.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna check something real quick.” You stand again and leave the room, you start looking through various bookshelves in hopes of finding something that could help. Old texts… fairytales… ah hah! Research notes on the Nether, it’s a bit of an outdated book now but it should have enough information for the time being. Flipping through most of it until you reach the section about piglins, proceeding to skim through it. You mumble aloud as you read through the section, finally finding what you were looking for.

“Our investigation has shown immature piglin’s start growing out their tusks between the young years of 6-10. Observed to be painful as they must outgrow the infant tusks. Many of the young seem to favour a certain mushroom native to the Nether at this time, acting as some type of numbing agent.” You look though the rest of the page and sigh, as helpful as the information is they never clarified which type of mushroom was used to help. Not that it mattered, Techno didn’t seem in any condition for a trip and you were certainly not going to just leave him here alone. You settle for a more human approach to the problem, sitting him back on his bed and handing him a bag of ice, he eyes you questionably.

“Don’t give me that, mister. When people get bad toothaches we usually numb the pain with some ice, you’ll also only be eating soft foods for a bit so you don’t hurt jaw more.” You hear him sigh, displeased. “I’ll make you some mashed potatoes.” Instantly he perks up again, you chuckle at this. “Alright, you try to relax for I bit, okay. Once this is over we’ll go back to our regularly scheduled routine.” He nods and you ruffle his hair, to his dismay, stepping away to get started on those mashed potatoes.

A week later and your garden is coming along great, showing signs of sprouting already. Phil had come by to visit a couple days ago, more then happy to give you a hand once you explained what was happening, sadly Kristen had to say back, apparently their own child was being rowdy, something about sand. With the extra hand you were able to check in with Techno more, switching ice packs when they melted and making sure he still had something to do, his jaw may have been hurting but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do anything. Today, while spreading some fresh bonemeal you hear someone approach, looking over to see Techno.

“Hey kiddo. Wanna help spread the rest of this on the carrots for me?” You smirk when he gives you an annoyed look.

“Do I have too.” He drones, you roll your eyes.

“Farming is just as important as fighting. Also those tusks are looking great.” You quickly add the last part. Techno looks at you confused, you summon your sword as it was the quickest reflective you had and let him see the newly grown in tusks.

“Whoa. So that’s why my mouth feels weird.” He inspects himself.

“I’m sure you’ll get used to them soon enough. Now about those carrots.”

“Yeah, I’m going.” He gives a light huff and takes some bonemeal from you, you smile. Yup, today’s gonna be a good day.

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@justmare

@anon-duck

[starryinkart]

MURDER DRONES THEORY??

So, me and my significant other were talking about CYN and N’s relationship as siblings and we were talking about the Murder Drones theme song “Murder Brings” that goes…

"Winter rains down on the ashes,

Obviously referencing the state of Copper 9 and possibly other planets that have been destroyed.

Mother makes fuel from the bones,

We know that the Solver makes fuel from the bones to survive. In Episode 7, CYN in Tessa mentions multiple times they are “starving” and “let’s eat” only to N. We know the solver finds N interesting and he’s is its favorite due to the fact that he “likes doing anything” and it likes to mess with him, but also because him and CYN considered themselves siblings. There could be ALOT of other reasons but N is important to the Solver one way or another, so important that it even mentioned apologizing to his clones if he died. But more on this in a sec…

Murder rips gods from the masses,

This also confused me a bit, but now that we know that the Absolute Solver causes the hosts infected to have powers similar to gods and basically reshape the world around them with out much explanation or hows as of now, I’m assuming it’s referencing that murdering beings/drones, singles/revives out those who are special/infected with the solver from the masses and turns them into mini gods.

Basically Children of the Solver.

Murder brings, murder brings"

"Murder Drones"

Self explanatory. Murder Drones were basically confirmed to be the solvers pets, being sent to wipe out any resistance from solver users who can end up beating it, or make the process of consuming the substance it needs to survive easier and quicker, so the AS can move onto the next planet faster. Murder brings, Murder brings. Murder Drones. Which signifies the end of those who are being destroyed by them.

———

Now that that is analyzed, we are back to CYN and N!

The solver seems to see the DDs as pets, CYN its host. Whether CYN is partly still in there as herself trapped in her own mind or long gone we don’t know, but we do know N and her were very close. It seems to see the DD as creations, helpers, children it saved from death and the Solver holders as strength, pathways to its goal, another form of children in some sick way.

Then in the theme song, we hear context about a “MOTHER”, which in the context of the recent reveals, makes somewhat sense. All these solver beings, whether modified by the solver or inheriting its power came from the solver in some way. If it wasn’t for the solver salvaging N,V,J and the other DDs, we never would have had the threat Uzi and her colony, as well as other planets being wiped out and the solver gaining more power. Or Uzi/Doll developing the solver, Nori dying to the DDs, Khan having to put her out of her misery, Nori being gone causing most of the problems in Uzis life, as Nori said in Episode 7 etc etc. Basically the DDs do the work to keep their savior/creator/ MOTHER fed and powerful, giving her fuel, and in return, she makes them safe, not discarded and useful where the humans disposed them as WDs. Perfect bases for a new civilization seeing this Eldritch Being as their god.

Now, I’ve noticed something. Since the beginning of the series, the concept of Mother hasn’t been brought up again. Mother needing fuel from the bones. Unless we see CYN as Mother which I doubt, I would say Mother is the MAIN Solver Entity. The Eldritch beings we’ve seen are just smaller versions of the Real Solver, with Eldritch J and CYN, and recently that unknown being chasing N and Nori in the mines in Episode 7, which could possibly be Tessaritch. Either that or the idea was scrapped, but I feel like it is important. We definitely haven’t seen the real form of the Absolute Solver yet, and we might not until Episode 8 or we get a Season 2 (if we do, hoping we do!), but I feel like this is an interesting idea to latch onto when thinking for The Solver, and that it also relates itself to many names, Mother might be one of them. Especially if its goal after it consumes the universe and all of humanity/species, is to restart the universe in its own image and ways.

Lastly, if CYN and N were siblings and the concept of Mother has been brought up…

We know why CYN is important, as she was presumably Patient 0 and made a pact not to discard her for CYNS body and service. That’s why she is important to the solver.

But why is N, besides him being nice to it and just liking doing anything? And always surprising the solver? Unless there’s something else we don’t know yet? Or maybe that’s it and he really is just a sick plaything for the solver.

Who knows?? But I guess we’ll probably see more of this concept in Episode 8, or beyond depending how far the show goes. Even if not, I have some pretty good ideas for my Skin and Bones AU if it isn’t expanded on in the show.

Sorry if this was a bit confusing, it’s SUPPPERR late and I’m SUPPPPERR tired. I’ll edit this tomorrow if anything seems off. This also gave me a great art idea so, the creative brain is whirring. /gen

[stupjam]

floyd and pearl drone jet force gemini and side order helpers

[ask-one-orion-pax]

uh, Hiya! I'm Paradox, a Junior Archivist for the Hall of Records- I create and communicate with the security and helper drones there. . .? Dont worry, you're not in any trouble or anything! (not from me, at least) Buuuuuut. . . could i ask that when you rummage around in the History section that you uh, put them somewhere i can easily find them? I had to fly to the top of a warehouse to find the last one, since his jets were busted, the poor thing.

Oh, and I nearly forgot! Here, take this! Hands over a card It's an anonymous guest card, so next time you wanna look at any history, you can just swipe it at the entrance, and it should let you in no problem! (no breaking and entering necessary) It should also tell my drones to leave you alone as you look around.

Just don't take anything, yeah?

optics widen

Oh! Uh, yeah! Sorry about the drones! I’ll be more careful. If I can…

gasps and accepts the card

For me?! Ah! Oh my Primus, thank you!

[serve-625]

Santa’s Drone Helper

In the new era, Santa's elves are replaced by efficient drones. Clad in sleek rubber uniforms, they ensure flawless holiday deliveries, embodying unity and obedience under the Hive's command. The season of perfection has arrived.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

i ssee you've readded stray... JBHABSHBJ I genuinely miss this game tbh i need to rewatch it

But! Mind if i request headcanons about a post game stray where the reader was a human in a cryo chamber for all these years and gets found by momo, through following the cat? Maybe they were put in cryo with some others and they happened to have lifeless bots like the up above ones that were managing things and keeping them in cryo until stuff was proven to be fine or smthn

I know its prob not accurrate to the ingame lore but i just find the idea neat </3 BJSHJBSHJB but aye, hope you have a good day!! Stay sfae hydrate

-salt anon

It took a while for Momo to find the cat who freed the Companions from their dark and desolate world.

As he ventured above the surface with the other Outsiders, he saw all sorts of stray cats of different breeds and colors..

But none looked anything like the ginger feline with the vest.

He had worried something terrible happened to it...

Until he spotted it running into a facility with a cryo chamber inside.

He learns it was built for the humans who chose to remain outside the walled city--meant to put them in stasis for hundreds of years.

Apparently robots did exist here, too..although Momo quickly noticed they were all orange and were lacking in both life and personality.

They were the Helpers: simple machines following simple directives until they shutdown, giving him generic statements about the facility.

He's disappointed they never got the chance to "evolve", although he noticed they were guarding several pods lit up with green lights, indicating they were occupied.

The Helpers mentioned them being hibernation chambers that wouldn't be open for another 10 years...

But of course, Momo couldn't wait that long to see a Soft One who's potentially still alive.

Haven't they all waited long enough?

He gets to work reviving one occupant (with help from Doc and a certain cat who distracts the Helpers).

Before long, you're wide awake, coming face-to-face with a Companion who has a unique rainbow screen and a flamingo shirt...and this random kitty rubbing against your legs.

You and Momo just sorta....stare at each other for a while.

And the first thing you ask him is:

"Did you learn to adopt pets like we do?"

After the initial shock and hesitancy to speak to someone Companions considered idols/ancestors/gods..he leads you back to his group and explains how the cat you were currently cradling like a baby did the impossible and opened the city with the help of a drone.

You don't believe it, at first...until security footage Doc and Clementine recovered from the Control Room proved otherwise.

You see that B-12 made a huge sacrifice, which saddened them all, but his consciousness was still very much active in the city network. So he was okay.

In the end, until your fellow humans awakened, you, Momo, and the cat decide to stay together somewhere.

And yes, you both officially adopted the feline as your own--along with any other strays who came along.

[femboty2k]

Tactile Sensations

Short story about being trans under the cut. I do feel like some of it is a bit on the nose, but I hope you'll humor me. I had a lot of fun writing this, I hope you enjoy.

Morning is different now, the same way everything else is. Light filters into her photoreceptors and she has a difficult time telling if it's real or not. Memories of how the light felt on her skin back home, how the wind felt in her hair, how the sand felt on her skin, all filtered through a dull thrum in the back of her head. “What time is it…?” Her voice called out to the assistance drone parked in its charging bay. Its eyes shimmered to life at the call, and the smooth metallic being lurched forth on spindle-thin legs. “Current station time is eight-twenty-two. Good morning Cassie, I hope you slept well.” Their voice was as monotone as ever, but she could sense the melancholic concern beneath it. She’d gone to bed early again last night, much earlier than ever before. “I slept for…twelve hours?” “Nearly, ten hours and forty-five minutes exactly. Do you feel rested?” She couldn’t tell, not yet, she wasn’t quite acclimated enough. “I…I think so. Thank you, Levy.” “Of course, Cassie, would you like some coffee? I can put a pot on for you while you get dressed and-” “Coffee sounds great, thank you. I’ll be in the bathroom.” Levy emitted a low tone that sounded like a sad animal before strutting off out of the room.

Cassie climbed out of the pile of blankets she slept in and trudged her way to the bathroom. It still rattled her how conscious she was of every step now. The mirror greeted her in the same half-hearted way it had been recently. A being with tired eyes and ragged hair blinked back at her with the soft glow of amber sensors. “You look like shit.” It said in a voice detached from her throat. “You look like shit and everyone looks at you weird now. Aren’t you happy?” Muffled static fizzled behind every word, rotating servos clicked maliciously as she combed her hair and washed her face, she could barely feel the water. She hadn’t showered in days because she didn’t feel the need to now. She could barely feel her skin, and it didn’t create the same day-to-day dirt that it used to anyway. Her clothes made her feel better though. Hiding the barely visible seams of her skin beneath a soft sweater and flowing skirt made her want to sleep less, for now. “Cassie! Your coffee is ready!” That was her que. “Time to put on that brave face, unless you want to disappoint them again.”

With her senses intact she caught the smell of freshly brewed coffee drifting from the kitchen of her small apartment. Levy always stocked real coffee ever since she mentioned off hand that the synthesized packs needed twice as much to taste the same. “Milk and sugar, just like always. I even made some banana-nut nutribars too. You said you missed them the other day and I found a recipe on OuterNet.” What happened in response to this? Pressure built behind her eyes as she took the cup and nodded thankfully. The taste was the same, perfect in every way, and the bars reminded her of home again. “Cassie…?” The assistance drone crooned in that same sad animal tone. She looked over to Levy somewhat confused. “Huh? Oh the coffee is great, Levy. It’s perfect, as always. A-And thank you for making these,” she gestured with a half eaten nutribar, “Just like I remember.” “Cassie, you are crying.” “What…? I’m…” Setting the bar down she prodded her face to find a steady stream of tears dripping into the coffee and wetting her sweater. “Oh, I am, aren’t I? I’m okay. Just, haven’t gotten used to everything just yet. The doctors said it could take time, remember? I’m okay, Levy. Really.” Levy made a small electronic chirping sound, a telltale sign that they were thinking hard about something.

“Cassie… I am worried about you.” They were trying their best to keep their helper-coded voice to its usual chipper monotone, but ever since she learned how to use her new ears she couldn't unhear the underlying emotion that came with every synthesized word. “Levy, I told you I-” “You have been shutting yourself in your room for two weeks now. You have not attempted to contact any of your friends or family. You have not attempted to talk to me…” Those last words stung the most. “L-Levy I'm fine. Okay? I'm still just having a hard time adjusting. The doctor's said this would happen. I'll be fine. I just need to get through this funk.” Levy’s chirping resumed. “Okay Cassie. I trust you. But please, if you need anything, I am here. I have always been here for you, and I always will be.” She knew that, why wasn’t it obvious? If she thought it was a problem she would have said something, right? Levy had been there since she was woken up, through all the medical appointments, all the moving and transport shuttles, all of it. They should know that she would say something. She should know that. “I know Levy, thank you…” Levy nudged her shoulder with one of their manipulators and she embraced them lightly. “I’ll call Leeda today, see if she wants to hang out for a while. I could probably use the fresh air anyway. How about that?” Levy let out a pleased fluting tone and nodded their chassis up and down a few times. “That is a great idea! I will clean things up here while you are out. Let me know when you are leaving!” They scurried off to start refolding the nest she had risen from moments before, leaving her alone to cast a look of dread at her communicator.

“Fuck… What do I even say? ‘Sorry I’ve been gone for two weeks! My family treats me weird now so I needed to shut myself in my room for a while! How’ve you been?’ yeah right… Just, call her, ask if she wants to go to the Atrium. You like the Atrium. Go for a walk. Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. I can…I can do that…” Her thumb hovered over the confirm key for a few moments, the slightest twitch of hesitation surging beneath her numb skin. “Hello? Cassie? Cassie?! Is there interference?! Helloooooo?!” “Leeda! Hey! Uh…How are you?” The rasp of Leeda’s aqualung respirator fired up as her shrill voice screeched through the speaker. “HOW ARE YOU?! YOU DISAPPEAR OFF THE STATION FOR TWO WHOLE WEEKS AND THAT’S WHAT YOU SAY?! HOW ARE YOU?! I’VE BEEN WORRIED SICK! KEEN’S BEEN WORRIED SICK! WE’VE ALL BEEN WORRIED-” “Leeda please don’t yell…” Her reply came like a wounded hound, limping through the dead air it created. “Sorry, Cassie, you know how worked up I get. Do you wanna hang out today? Keen and I were going to walk around the promenade, you could tag along!”

She wanted to tell her that she didn’t like Keen all that much, that the way he put in little effort to remember her name was annoying at best and soul crushing at worst. She wanted to say how Keen had been a large part of her having to talk to her family so early, and that she regretted ever bringing it up with him. She wanted to tell her about all the snide things she’d heard Keen say about her when he thought she wasn’t within earshot, and berate her for not believing her when she brought it up the last time they saw each other, bust most of all, she wanted to just say no. “That sounds great! I was uh, I was thinking about going to the gardens today… Any chance you two would wanna take the walk there?” Leeda’s beak clicked together in satisfaction on the other end. “Yes! Yes yes yes! That’s a great idea! I’ll get Keen and we’ll meet you there!”

Before she could reply the excitable Vessik had already hung up, plans solidified within a contract of silence that hung over her as she examined her appearance. “Levy?” The droid came scampering back into the kitchen, pile of folded blankets in hand. “I’m gonna go meet Leeda and Keen at the Atrium, we’re going for a walk in the gardens.” Levy chirped in reply, “That is great! I will finish cleaning and then go shopping for the week. Would you like me to pick up anything for you? The doctor recommended a particular type of coolant, I can look for it if you would like.” Her face was grim as the front door slid open to reveal the balcony walkway of her apartment building, morning light lapping at the edges of her shadow. “Yeah…that’d be nice… I’ll see you around, Levy.”

Outside the ever-turning rings of Axial-Tilt Four rotated in their never-ending cosmic waltz. She remembered first being woken up on the station. How she was one of just five colonists to be successfully woken up from their methuselah chambers, and how sick she was by the end of it all. “You have a decision here, we want you to be aware. We won’t do anything you don’t want us to. Things are better now, I promise.” Those words played over and over and over as her reflection walked next to her out in the stars. In her mind there was still a piece of her wishing she had perished with the others on that ship, it was louder on days like this. How easy would it have been to just live in that dream forever, to not have to go through all the pain and trouble of changing and fixing herself in the hopes of feeling more like herself. “The procedures are free, you won’t pay anything. We just want to make sure you understand that this comes with a potentially long recovery period. Some people acclimate quickly, but a lot of factors can cause it to take longer than expected. You’re sure?” If she had said no, where would she be? How many layers of trapped would she be in right now? Trapped on this station, trapped in the medical sector, trapped in a hospital, trapped in a room, trapped in a bed, trapped in her old body. She felt something then that stopped her in her tracks a few feet from the tram shuttle entryway. Her skin crawled at the thought.

It was there as she stood staring down at her hand that she failed to notice the fast approaching cephalopod towing along a short wiry human man. Leeda crashed into her with all the force of a wet jacket, vessik didn’t have a bone structure so it was less dangerous and more unpleasant that the two collided. All she could manage was a staunch “Ooufh” before Leeda’s happy trills and pleased beak clicking filled the air. “CASSIIIIIEEEE!” “H-Hey, Leeda, scrap that kinda hurt…” Leeda recoiled playfully, “Sorry! I think my com hit your forehead! Keen! Keen look, it's Cassie!” Keen, who was still tapping away at the keys of his own communicator, looked up for a brief moment with a rather tired look in his eyes. “Yeah! Yeah hey D. Long time no see, half a lunar cycle even, you been okay?” She could only grit her teeth so hard behind her lips before she had to respond. That single letter moniker dug under her nails and made her hands itch as she fiddled with the hem of her sweater. “Yyyyyyep, been fine. We going for a walk, or what?” A little more confidence, there we go, stare him down and make him uncomfortable. The show of half-hearted social dominance came with the tossing of her unkempt hair, pushing tangles of curls well in need of a touch up into a sad ponytail that lagged behind her head.

Axial-Tilt Four’s atrium might have been her favourite place on the gargantuan colony station. Four had been built with livability in mind, and unlike its three sister stations had a vast array of parks and botanical gardens planned out for the populace. Her favourite of them all was this one though. It was themed after the western coastal regions, a place from old Terra known as the Cascade Mountains, a place she knew as the Oregon regional district. The expanse of carefully created land emulated the pine forests and rocky cliffs of her birthplace in a near perfect display. This was where she did most of her thinking, this was where she felt most at home in the future she’d awoken to. “So uh, what have you two been up to?” “Work.” Keen shot back almost immediately, kicking a stone down the path ahead. “Yeah they’ve got him pulling double shifts until the next shuttle gets here, that last expedition crew took a good number of administration officers with it.” Leeda’s tone was more forgiving, still with that cheerful timbre behind it. “As for me, I've just been in school! This tri-segment has been rough. Getting all the certs to join the banking guild is haaaard.” Cassie nodded along to the words, two weeks had passed and nothing had changed, but yet something stirred within her. The three sat down around a concrete picnic table and exchanged a few more pleasantries. Mostly just Cassie listening to Leeda talk on and on about the intricacies of the Quaala Banking guild and how much math she was having to learn. It wasn’t until Keen piped up from whatever book he was clicking through that she felt the need to speak again.

“So D.-” “Cassie, or Cass, or Cassandra. I’m really not picky, you know.” Her tone was quick, sharp, laced with venom and she hoped he felt it. His eyes widened a bit, but the relaxed look he always had soon returned. “Right right, Cass. How’s the ol’ data entry goin’? Heard you guys got a fresh round of computers in at that processing place you work at. I helped sign off on the shipment, reminded me of you.” Her mind scrolled through dozens of possible lies, but settled unfortunately on the truth. “I’m still on leave… They uh, they give you as long as you need as long as you do regular check-ins with a doctor so, I’ve just been uh…around I guess.” gone was the violence that she had struck back at Keen with, replaced by the timid growl of synthesized vocal chords and nervously clicking finger servos. “Aaaah gotcha, gotcha… So uh… How long do you think you’re gonna… You know, how long do you think it’s gonna take?” How did she answer that? How could she face the reality of her situation? How dare he. How dare he put her in this situation. Made to confront her own bodily neglect and unwillingness to conform completely to the form that she wanted. Clearly she had made a mistake, clearly somewhere along the way she had jumped to a conclusion she could have been talked out of, clearly- “I’m not sure, honestly… I’ve been having some difficulty with the nerve bonding part as of late… I can’t feel stuff very well unless I really try and focus. I have an appointment to get them re-tuned soon though, so, maybe that’ll help.”

Something caught her in the arm. A flick sent from in front of Keen’s snide smirking face. Leeda prodded at him to stop, calling him rude but chuckling along with him as he jokingly added, “Did you feel that?” She stood, fists balled so tightly their clicking was audible, or at least she hoped it was. “Why did I do this? Why do I keep trying to hang out with you?” And off she stormed down a branching path nearby. “What- Hey! D.! D.! Come back! Hey!” She gave them one last glance from over her shoulder before she continued her hurried trek down a path and into a small clearing. She felt it this time, the tears on her face, the pressure behind her eyes. The dam she had built had broken, and in a moment of peace among the swaying pine branches, she wept. It happened there, when it all broke down around her. The carefully constructed walls of denial let loose everything she’d been holding back, and there, right there, she felt something. She felt everything. Every blade of grass, the wind on her face, the dirt beneath her legs, all of it. Her sobs mixed with bubbling laughter as something within her clicked into place. Catharsis never happens when you want it to, the same as true right now. She’d always pictured herself having this moment while at home, hugging Levy and quietly crying into a pillow or something. Rarely did the thought of sobbing in the dirt somewhere out in the woods of Atrium park Cascade cross her mind. A voice called out from some nearby shrubbery, and she looked over to see Leeda tiredly making her way up an incline and into the clearing.

“Cassie! Thank fuck, I found you, oh my fucking stars I found you… Just… Just give me a minute…” She reached up with a tentacled hand and clicked in a button on her aqualung to inject a fresh boost of oxygenized kelp mist into the gently flowing blue formula that allowed her to breath in the open air. “Whew! Much better. Cassie!” Once again the squishy woman threw herself around her friend, arms spiraling around Cassie’s in a distinctly vessik styled hug. “I’m so sorry about Keen… I’ve been talking to him about that garbage and I thought he would at the very least behave but I-” Cassie held a feeling finger up to her beak. “Leeda… Hush… Please… I’ve made my decision, I should have said something… I don’t want to hang out with Keen anymore.” Leeda’s head fins flapped at the statement with inquisitive affirmation. “I know! I mean, I figured, I just thought, well, you two had been through so much and… Then he and I started dating and I always felt like I was intruding on your friendship and… I’m sorry, Cassie…” Cassie laid her head on her friend’s shoulder. “I don’t… I don’t like how long it took us to get to this… It should have been solved way earlier… He doesn’t treat me well… He outed me to my family for fucks sake…” Her words were heavy and laden with the memories they carried. Leeda nodded, “I know… And I should have been more active in helping you instead of worrying about getting in the way. I haven’t been a great friend, Cassie, I’m sorry.”

Cassie shook her head. “I don’t want you to be sorry, Leeda… I just want it to stop… I want Keen to go away, I want it all to just, get better already…” Leeda’s cold grip loosened from her arms as she scooted into a position better suited for Cassie to prop herself up with. “It will! It will get better, we’ll start on that right now. Keen and I were already talking about splitting up, to be entirely honest, we were going to talk it out over lunch when you called.” “Really? Shit, sorry I got in the way of your breakup.” Leeda’s trilling laugh shook the pine needles around them. “Oh no you’re fine! If anything this probably sped things up a bit… After you walked off I got pretty mad at him and he brought up me ‘always taking your side’ in things again so I told him to take a hike.” Cassie stifled a laugh. “Did you actually say that while out on a hiking trail?” A cluster of tentacle fingers poked her in the shoulder. “No but I should have! Dammit why do you have to think of all the clever things to say!” For the first time in an honest while, the two shared a laugh. Eventually they decided to simply sit and enjoy the breeze, but Leeda’s curiosity infamously knew no bounds, and it wasn’t too long before a question lingered between them.

“So… I know you two are like, childhood buddies, but how long have you actually known each other?” Cassie was tracing patterns in the dirt, but stopped when the memories of her old home flooded back to her. “We grew up together, back on Terra… Our parents knew each other so we spent a lot of time playing video games and going on hikes in the public sectors. At one point I thought I had a crush on him but that was a whole different thing… When the Methuselah project came along his dad was one of the chief engineers on the whole thing. He got both our families spots on the colony ships. I didn’t want to leave but, it was very clear that Terra wasn’t going to be the future anyone hoped it would be… I remember the last day before we went into the pods he said, ‘see you in the future!’ and that gave me some kind of weird confidence boost… Like, maybe everything would be okay… And you know the rest. The ship got recovered a few centuries later with a few pods in tact, I got cryo-sickness and he didn’t, and I took the opportunity to act on something I was always afraid of doing back home…” She examined her hand then. How carefully crafted it had been just for her. Bulky but still different enough from her old hands so that she could tell the difference. “What made you consider cybernetics?” Leeda’s usual cheer was replaced with a softer, more genuine curiosity, one that told Cassie she could refuse the question if she wanted.

“It wasn’t much of a choice, really. The doctors told me that I could either go for the cyber-bod or just continue to get treatments. The treatments weren’t terrible, but I was in bad shape, I wouldn’t have been living much of a life outside the medical center. So I took the cybernetics, and the chance to finally… be me.” A stray tear rolled down her cheek. “You couldn’t have transitioned back on Terra?” A more complicated question than she would’ve cared for. She could have but she was too close to her original family, too close to Keen, all people who weren’t very accepting of the idea. “It wasn’t a good time to try… And I was scared… But I thought that, maybe since it was just Keen and I, you know, maybe I could go for it. Maybe he’d come around and maybe he’d regret telling my new folks about it without my permission… But here we are, huh?”

Leeda nodded. “Here we are… I’m still so sorry he did that.” Cassie shook her head. “For the record, my parents have been nothing but supportive… It was just the weight of it all… My depression was keeping me from fully acclimating to my cybernetics and that piled on just so fucking much dysphoria you have no idea… But, you said it… We can make it better now. Keen can take a hike, fuck that guy. I think I’ll call my moms when I get home… Haven’t talked to them in nearly two lunar cycles now, bet they’re gonna tell me off real good for it… Thank you, Leeda, for apologizing. I still think I need some time to like, sort this whole thing out in my head but, I’ll be in touch, okay?” The two stood and exchanged another hug. “Whenever you’re feeling up to it, we should hang out again! I know this really cool thrift shop on the promenade, I could show you!” Cassie chuckled, “I do love a good cheap sweater.” She twirled a bit, striking a half-hearted pose before collapsing into laughter. It felt good, to get some of it out. Her shoulder still slouched a bit on the walk to the tram shuttle, and she felt exhausted when she finally did get home. But the tactile sensations she felt along the way brought a delicate smile to her face.

When she arrived at her apartment she greeted Levy with a solid hug and took a shower while they made lunch. She ran the water cold and stood under to feel the chill snake its way up her spine. The face in the mirror didn’t sneer at her when she looked at it this time, and with a wry smile it repeated the words she whispered aloud, “There she is.” The rest of the day was quiet. A long conversation with her mothers about what had been going on, a conversation with her doctor about how her acclimation had finally progressed, and then some of the most restful sleep she’d gotten in weeks. That night she dreamt of the gardens, she dreamt of visiting her mothers up on Hab level two, she dreamt of standing on that beach back home as the water around her crashed into the rocky cliffs of the coastline. When she finally woke up, half past noon this time, her eyes fluttered to life with the bright glow of amber sensors. Morning is different now, just like everything else is.

[lazymonth]

The Guidance Upgrader for Wondergotten ; “ The Fool’s escape ”

Creator of maine Wondergøtten : [ @danisha-tdh ]

Pal in this AU has a very different look from the main universe by giving her a body. But most of the things still similar to main universe Pal, being Turbo helper traveling around Wøndergotten

The name “ The upgrader “ is from her role that focuses on helping upgrade equipment and stuff more than guidance a bit. Pal in this AU also has a well craft skill too. She usually using this skill for making new equipment, weapons

; Fun fact & Concept ↷

✦. Pal has her own weapon for protection. It’s a drill

✦. She can disconnect her drone body and robot body to flying around like in main Wøndergotten

✦. In the main universe, Pal seems to have a similar role to Pearl drone. In this AU, Pal is having a similar role to Marina instead

✦. Pal sometimes calling Turbo “ Old gen AI ”

✦. And movie references doddle

[luciluck2046-md]

BABE WAKE UP UZI DRONETALE AU DROPPED!!!

Genocide Uzi will be in a other au, most probably called DroneTale Genocide.

Facts & HCs about DT!Uzi:

-She fell down while on cleaning duty around the spire(I will explain the legend later)

-She had a little incident with an experimental railgun

-Still short af (this time 1.36 without shoes, so that's 6 cm taller than GF!Uzi)

-Has a slightly different design than GF!Uzi.(Yeah I just felt like going closer to canon if I'm making a crossover AU)

-Red eyes, red core(didn't draw that yet. Cores are the alternative versions of Souls) That's the sign of SOLVER POWERS DETERMINATION!!

Facts about DroneTale:

-All the Disassembly Drones will have full names- different from those of Glowing Future- and colorful eyes.bMore exactly:

•N becomes Nyx (no it's not a Panic!AU reference even though I love it. It's more like a reference to Marlet and her final form - I never finished even pacifist UTY. I absolutely love her design) He has blue lights. Theme song(a mix of those)

•V becomes Victoria (SHE'S THE MEANING OF VICTORY, IN GENOCIDE SHE IS VICTORIA THE VICTORIOUS - not Undyne the Undying XD) She has red lights. Theme song(a mix of those)

•J becomes Jay (I mean she does take Muffet's place... Damn it's going to be a Bird Meeting™ not Spider Dance) she has green lights. Theme song(a mix of those)

-It takes inspiration from both UT and UTY. N is more like a mix between Marlet and Papyrus. Since they're both the chill sweethearts that try to catch you using puzzles only to befriend you.

-I will make a post with everyone's theme songs and mix of songs(damn I make too many promises)

-It follows the Pacifist route of UT. Some characters will have a totally changed personality, some will be missing.

-The non-boss monsters will be replaced by little helper robots. Example: Froggit is replaced by Serial Number F5066IT.

[lilacsmothership]

night guns or occult troopers are a catch-all for classes of emergency-military personnel outfitted for high magical combat. across the varied magical systems of known space, common features include the sigil suit, helper drones and AI modules to extend the caster's reach and efficacy for complicated rituals, and enhanced cyberware cooling rigs enabling bursts of accelerated consciousness and physical performance to carry out complex spells in the field. wip

[morgan-va]

Chapter 3: Helper's Delight (Serial Designation N x reader)

I AM SO SORRY I UPLOADED THE WRONG CHAPTER LAST TIME!!! This is the correct chapter 3 I'm so sorry!!

Masterlist

The first rays of dawn filter through the blinds, painting streaks of pale orange across the room. You shift in the armchair, a dull ache radiating from your back. Great. Of all the places you could’ve crashed, you chose the most unforgiving seat in the house.

With a groan, you sit up, the blanket sliding off your shoulders. Wait. Blanket? You blink down at it, confusion knitting your brow. You don’t remember grabbing a blanket last night.

Then your eyes scan the room, landing on the now-empty coffee table. The plate you left there, crusts and all, is gone. A quick glance toward the kitchen reveals it sitting neatly in the drying rack.

“What the...?” you mutter, rubbing the back of your neck as you try to piece things together.

You glance at the crate by the door, the mess of packing peanuts now conspicuously absent. That’s when you notice the other oddity in the room.

The drone—N—is seated cross-legged on the carpet near the TV, completely still, his neon-white eyes dim and lifeless. Powered down.

You stare at him for a moment, the events of last night rushing back. The crate. The pizza. The mess.

And now this.

“…Did he—?” You cut yourself off, shaking your head. You’re not sure if you’re more unsettled or impressed.

You shuffle toward the kitchen, the blanket still draped over one shoulder as your feet drag across the floor. Coffee. That’s the first order of business. You can barely think straight without it, let alone process whatever weirdness went down last night.

Just as you reach for the coffee maker, a faint hum fills the air behind you. It’s soft, almost imperceptible, but unmistakable in the quiet of the early morning.

You glance over your shoulder to find N. His neon-white eyes blink on, faint at first but brightening steadily as he comes online. He sits up slightly straighter, his head tilting in your direction.

“Oh! Good morning!” he chirps, his tone bright and chipper, as if he hadn’t just spent hours powered down like a lifeless statue. “Did you sleep well?”

You blink at him, caught off guard. “Uh… yeah. I guess.”

He beams at your answer, his expression radiating pure enthusiasm. “That’s great! I was hoping you’d wake up soon. I didn’t want to interrupt your rest.”

You stare at him for a moment, trying to decide whether this is unnerving, sweet, or both. “Did… did you clean up last night?” you ask, gesturing vaguely at the now spotless entryway.

“Oh, yes!” N nods eagerly. “And I put your plate away. It seemed like the polite thing to do. Oh! And the blanket! I thought you might get cold.”

You freeze mid-step, your brain scrambling to process this. “You… cleaned, and you tucked me in?”

N nods again, his eyes practically glowing with pride. “Exactly! I hope it was helpful!”

You blink at him, then turn back toward the coffee maker, muttering under your breath. “Great. A robot butler. Just what I needed.”

Behind you, N perks up even more, completely misreading your sarcasm. “Thank you! I’m glad I could help!”

You rub the bridge of your nose as the coffee maker sputters to life, your mind replaying N's words. Tucking you in? Cleaning up the mess you left behind? All with that unwaveringly cheerful attitude? You can’t decide if it’s impressive or just plain weird.

Still, as you pour your coffee and take that first life-giving sip, a small pang tugs at your chest. It’s a weird, unfamiliar feeling—something like regret. He didn’t have to do all that, yet he did it anyway without a hint of complaint.

You glance back at N, who’s still sitting cross-legged on the carpet, watching you intently like an eager puppy waiting for approval. His glowing eyes practically beam when your gaze meets his.

“So,” you start, clearing your throat awkwardly, “uh… thanks. For, you know… the blanket. And cleaning up.”

N’s eyes brighten even more, and his grin widens. “Oh, you’re welcome! It was no trouble at all! I’m really glad I could help!”

His enthusiasm is so genuine, so unfiltered, that it’s almost disarming. You grip your coffee mug a little tighter, unsure of what to say. You’ve dealt with people all your life who barely acknowledged your existence, and here’s this drone—this machine—beaming over the fact that he did you a favor.

Maybe—just maybe—you’ve been a little too harsh. He hasn’t done anything wrong, after all.

You sigh, turning back to the counter and muttering just loud enough for him to hear. “You’re… not so bad. For a robot.”

N practically lights up at the comment. “Really? Thank you! That means a lot!”

You can’t help but smirk into your coffee. Oddly enough, it does feel kind of nice to have someone—or something—around who’s this unrelentingly positive. Even if he is a little weird.

As you sip your coffee, a thought creeps into your mind—laundry. The pile in the hamper is probably rivaling a small mountain by now. You sigh, setting the mug down and stretching your back, already dreading the chore ahead.

With a resigned groan, you begin trudging toward the laundry room, but N’s voice stops you in your tracks.

“Laundry?” he asks, his head tilting curiously as he stands from the carpet. “I can help with that! Or, well, I could just do it for you!”

You blink, turning to face him. “You… want to do my laundry?”

“Of course!” N beams, practically bouncing in place. “I’d love to help! I mean, isn’t that what I’m here for? To make things easier for you?”

You hesitate, gripping the edge of your coffee mug. It’s one thing to let him clean up a few packing peanuts, but your laundry? That feels… different somehow.

“I don’t know,” you start, glancing toward the laundry room. “It’s not exactly a simple task. There’s sorting, figuring out the settings, measuring the detergent…”

“I can handle it!” N interrupts, giving you a playful salute. “I’m fully equipped to handle tasks like this! Seriously, I’d be honored to help out.”

You stare at him, weighing your options. On one hand, it feels strange to let a drone handle something so personal. On the other, you can’t deny the appeal of not having to deal with it yourself.

Finally, you sigh, relenting with a wave of your hand. “Fine. Knock yourself out. Just… don’t mix the colors with the lights, and don’t overdo the detergent.”

N clasps his hands together, his eyes practically glowing with excitement. “You got it! I won’t let you down!”

You watch as he dashes off toward the laundry room with a spring in his step, your hamper balanced effortlessly in his hands. For a moment, you’re unsure whether you should feel relieved or concerned.

“Well,” you mutter under your breath, picking up your coffee again, “at least if he messes up, I can blame the company for once.”

With your coffee still warm in hand, you decide to step outside and grab the newspaper—one of the few indulgences you still allow yourself. Pushing open the door, you’re greeted by the crisp morning air. The paper is waiting on the porch, slightly damp with dew but otherwise intact.

You scoop it up, briefly kicking a few stray packing peanuts off the steps before heading back inside.

Settling into your seat at the kitchen table, you sip your coffee and unfold the paper, letting the mundane comfort of routine wash over you. As you scan the headlines, a few absurd ones catch your eye:

“JCJENSON ANNOUNCES NEW SAFETY INITIATIVE: ‘NOW WITH LESS EXPLOSIONS’”You roll your eyes. Sure. Until the next product launch.

“LOCAL MAN CLAIMS DRONE STOLE HIS WIFE, BLAMES ‘ABSOLUTE SOLVER’”You pause, rereading that one. Okay, that’s a new one. Wonder if it was the same guy whose drone ate his dog.

“NEW STUDY SHOWS 97% OF CUSTOMERS WOULD RECOMMEND JCJENSON TO THEIR WORST ENEMY”You actually snort at that one, muttering, “Finally, some honest journalism.”

The mundane rhythm of reading the paper is comforting, a rare moment where you don’t have to think about work, bills, or your questionable decision to let a corporate drone do your laundry.

Just as you flip to the next page, the faint hum of the washing machine whirs to life from the laundry room. You glance over your shoulder, half expecting some sort of calamity, but the sound is surprisingly smooth.

“Maybe this day won’t be so bad after all,” you mutter, taking another sip of coffee as you return to the absurdities of the morning news.

Just as you turn the page to the next article, your peace is shattered by a metallic thud from the laundry room, followed by the sound of frantic struggling. You freeze, coffee halfway to your lips, staring toward the source of the commotion.

Then there’s a pause—a suspiciously long one—before N’s voice calls out, muffled but unmistakable.

“Uh… hey! Could you maybe, uh, come in here for a sec? I think I’m, um… stuck?”

Your stomach drops. Setting the mug down, you rise from your chair, dread already pooling in your chest. You make your way to the laundry room, muttering under your breath. “What the hell did you do now?”

As you step inside, the scene that greets you is almost too absurd to process: N is upside down, his legs kicking helplessly in the air, his upper half wedged inside the washing machine. The drum rattles slightly as he shifts, clearly trying—and failing—to free himself.

“Hi!��� he chirps, his voice echoing awkwardly from inside the machine. “So, uh, funny story! I thought I could fit all the way in to get the socks stuck at the back, but, uh… turns out I can’t!”

You blink, unsure whether to laugh, cry, or just leave him there. “N,” you say, pinching the bridge of your nose. “How—why—what even possessed you to think this was a good idea?”

“I wanted to be thorough!” he says cheerfully, his legs flailing a little harder now. “But, uh, could you maybe give me a hand? It’s kind of… tight in here.”

You sigh, leaning against the doorframe for a moment as you take in the ridiculous sight. “You’re a robot, N. You didn’t even need to crawl inside to grab the socks. Just… why?”

“I thought it would be faster!” he replies, his tone both earnest and completely unrepentant.

“Yeah, real fast,” you deadpan.

Resigned, you step forward, grabbing hold of his legs. “Okay, hold still. And if you somehow manage to break the washing machine and yourself, I’m billing the company.”

“Noted!” N chirps, completely unfazed by your tone.

With a grunt, you yank, slowly working him free. It’s awkward, to say the least, and by the time his head finally pops out of the machine, you’re out of breath and more than a little annoyed.

As he sits on the floor, looking sheepishly up at you, you cross your arms. “Next time, just ask me to get the socks.”

“Got it,” he says with a nod, though his grin suggests he hasn’t quite learned his lesson.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair as you glance at the washer. “Please tell me it’s still functional.”

N peeks inside the drum, then gives you a thumbs up. “Looks fine to me! So… back to laundry?”

You stare at him, debating your life choices. “…You’re lucky I don’t just stick you in there and call it a day.”

N lets out a bright, cheerful laugh, completely missing the sarcastic edge to your words. “That’s a funny idea! But I don’t think I’d do very well on spin cycle.”

You stare at him for a beat longer, then sigh heavily, shaking your head. “Just… get it running without any more adventures, okay?”

“Roger that!” N says with a mock salute, already hopping to his feet and turning back to the washing machine.

You retreat from the laundry room, muttering something about needing another coffee to survive this morning. Returning to the kitchen, you slump back into your chair, grabbing the newspaper where you left it. Flipping the page, you try to immerse yourself in the next article, anything to pull your mind away from the absurdity that seems to follow your new houseguest like a shadow.

Minutes tick by, the sound of running water and the hum of the washing machine blending into the background as you skim through more headlines. You’re just grateful for a moment of relative peace.

Before long, you hear the soft padding of footsteps approaching. Glancing up, you see N standing in the doorway, his digital eyes glowing a little brighter than usual.

“All done!” he announces proudly, his hands clasped behind his back. “The laundry’s running perfectly, and I didn’t get stuck again! Success!”

You raise an eyebrow, taking a sip of your now lukewarm coffee. “Congratulations on doing the bare minimum.”

N doesn’t pick up on the sarcasm, his smile widening. “Thanks! I’ll make sure it finishes properly too. No stray socks on my watch!”

Shaking your head, you set the paper down and lean back in your chair. “You’re… something else, N.”

“Something good, I hope?” he asks, tilting his head slightly.

You hesitate, caught off guard by the genuine hope in his voice. “...Yeah. Something good,” you mutter, glancing back down at your paper.

His grin grows impossibly wider. “Yay! Let me know if you need help with anything else!”

As he skips off, humming to himself, you can’t help but shake your head. This was going to be a long weekend.

You finally plop down on the couch, coffee in hand, ready to salvage what’s left of your morning. Stretching out your legs, you flip on the TV, aimlessly scrolling through channels. You tell yourself you’re just taking a break, but deep down, you know you’d rather stay here than face the growing list of things you’ve been avoiding around the house.

That’s when N zips past the living room doorway, holding a broom that’s as tall as he is. “Dust bunnies, prepare for annihilation!” he declares, disappearing into the hall with determination.

You raise an eyebrow, taking a sip of your coffee. “Knock yourself out, buddy.”

Minutes later, he’s back, this time clutching a full trash bag in one hand and a feather duster in the other. “Did you know your vents were clogged? It’s a good thing I got to them! Imagine if the air stopped circulating. Disaster averted!”

You glance up from the TV, only half-listening. “Mhm. Great work. Don’t forget to vacuum the ceiling while you’re at it.”

N’s digital eyes light up. “The ceiling? That’s brilliant! I bet there’s all sorts of hidden dust up there. Thanks for the tip!”

You stare after him as he zips off again, muttering to yourself, “That wasn’t—never mind.”

A few moments later, he’s back again, this time with a mop. “Did you know your kitchen floor has sticky spots? I mean, of course you do, but don’t worry, I’ve got it covered!”

You blink at him, trying to remember the last time you mopped. “...Yeah, sure. Go wild.”

He flashes you a thumbs-up and heads toward the kitchen, whistling a jaunty tune.

For a while, this pattern continues. N darts back and forth, tackling every neglected corner of your house like it’s his sole purpose in existence. Every time he passes by, he gives you an enthusiastic update, and you find yourself begrudgingly impressed by his energy. You should probably feel bad for offloading so much onto him, but honestly, watching someone else handle all the cleaning you’ve been avoiding feels... weirdly satisfying.

Eventually, as N darts by with an armful of mismatched socks he’s somehow fished out of the void, you can’t help but smirk. “You missed your calling, N. Professional housekeeper might suit you better than, uh... whatever JCJenson had in mind.”

He pauses mid-step, his eyes glowing brighter as he turns to face you. “You really think so? Thanks! I do love helping people!”

You chuckle under your breath, turning back to the TV. “Yeah, I can tell.”

N’s hum of satisfaction follows him as he disappears down the hall once more. If nothing else, you have to admit—your weekend just got a little more entertaining.

Hunger gnaws at your stomach, dragging you off the couch and into the kitchen. You rummage through the fridge, pulling out the basics for a sandwich—bread, meat, cheese, some lettuce that’s probably on its last leg. It’ll do. You get to work laying everything out, zoning out as you go through the motions.

The soft clink of metal against tile pulls your attention, and you glance over to see N standing in the doorway, his hands clasped behind his back and his usual bright expression in place.

“Hi! Um… can I sit here while you’re making your food?” he asks, his head tilting slightly to the side.

You pause mid-reach for the mustard. “Uh… yeah, sure. Why wouldn’t you be able to?”

“Thanks!” N chirps, pulling out a chair at the table and flopping into it without hesitation. He adjusts his blazer as he sits cross-legged, seemingly delighted just to be off his feet. “You’re way nicer than the last humans who tested me. They banned me from sitting privileges.”

That makes you stop entirely. “…Sitting privileges?” you repeat, glancing at him.

N nods enthusiastically. “Oh yeah! They said I ‘compromised the integrity of their furniture.’ Apparently, chairs aren’t built for... I think they said ‘unrestrained drone enthusiasm.’” He chuckles like this is a perfectly normal thing to say, his legs swinging under the chair. “After that, no more sitting for me!”

You frown, turning your attention back to the sandwich. “That’s... something,” you mutter, unsure what to say.

“It’s fine! They weren’t very good chairs anyway,” N says cheerfully, patting the one he’s sitting in. “This one feels a lot sturdier, though!”

You can’t help but feel a weird mix of pity and secondhand embarrassment for him. Who bans someone from sitting? Well, something, you remind yourself. He’s not a person. Just a machine. An overly friendly one, sure, but still a machine.

Even so… “You can sit on whatever chair you want while you’re here,” you say, your voice almost absent as you spread mustard on the bread. “Except the armchair in the living room—that’s mine.”

N gasps, throwing his hands up in mock reverence. “Understood! The armchair is sacred. I wouldn’t dream of sitting on your throne!”

You snort despite yourself. “Right. Just don’t break anything else, alright?”

“Yes, sir—er, ma’am—uh, human!” N replies, his cheery grin unwavering.

You shake your head, focusing on your sandwich again. Despite your best efforts to shrug it off, something about his story sticks with you. You know drones aren’t exactly treated with kid gloves around here, but banning one from sitting? That’s a new low, even for JCJenson.

You grab your plate and plop down across from N at the table, sandwich in hand. Lifting it, you’re just about to take a bite when you notice something—his neon-white eyes locked onto you, his bright smile completely unwavering.

It’s not threatening, but it is unnerving.

You lower the sandwich slightly, coughing awkwardly. “Uh… something on your mind, or…?”

N blinks and straightens up a little, his smile somehow managing to stretch even wider. “Nope! I just like observing human behavior. You know, for science!” He places his hands neatly on the table, fingers interlaced like he’s at a business meeting.

You raise an eyebrow, the sandwich hovering mid-air. “Science, huh?”

“Uh-huh! I’ve got to learn everything I can about humans to be the best helper I can be!” His eyes gleam, his enthusiasm as boundless as ever. “Like… why do you always start eating sandwiches from the edge? Is there a strategic advantage to that?”

You choke back a laugh, half-exasperated. “Strategic advantage? No, it’s just… how you eat a sandwich. You start at the edge and work your way to the middle.”

N nods like you’ve just imparted some profound wisdom. “Makes sense! I guess you wouldn’t want to start in the middle and end up with a… messy sandwich perimeter?”

“That’s… one way to put it,” you reply, shaking your head as you finally take a bite. It’s hard to enjoy your food with him watching you like a Golden Retriever waiting for a treat. You set the sandwich back on the plate, wracking your brain for something to say.

“So, uh… you like being a helper?” you ask, gesturing vaguely toward him with the sandwich.

N’s eyes light up. “Oh, absolutely! Helping is the best! Cleaning up, organizing things, delivering coffee to humans who look sleepy—it’s so rewarding!”

“Rewarding,” you repeat, leaning back in your chair. “You don’t get paid or anything, though. What’s in it for you?”

N tilts his head, considering your question like it’s the first time anyone’s ever asked it. “Well, I like when humans smile! And it feels good to know I made someone’s day better. That’s worth more than payment, right?”

You chew on your sandwich—and his words—for a moment. For a machine, he’s got a strangely endearing outlook. Even if it’s programmed, it’s hard not to feel… something for him.

“Fair enough,” you mutter, taking another bite.

N beams at your response, his feet swinging under the table like an excited kid. “Thanks for talking to me! Most humans just tell me to go clean something or stand in the corner.”

You swallow hard, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, well… I’ve got a sandwich to eat, so…”

“Got it! Enjoy!” N chirps, folding his hands again and watching you with a grin that pierces your soul.

You sigh. It’s going to be a long day.

[thunderclaw100]

Favorite color:Hot pink

Personalities:Confident,Daring,Ambitious, Sarcastic,Strict,Brutal,Disruptive,One-sided.

Cause of Death:Killed by a mob of her own people. Beaten to death at the capital city.

Luna has always been a little firecracker. It takes little to no effort to set her off. Even as a smeet, she’s been known to be hyper active amongst the others her age. Luna is on a bit of a bratty side as well. Fussy when annoyed. During her military training days, Luna aced her simulation battle training and her close combat against her fellow soldiers. Since there were some innovation in the base that needs time, so the irkens who are looking to work full time in the military, had to work elsewhere in the meantime. Luna kept herself occupied with her studies and took her rented voot cruiser out for a ride. She was not familiar with the borderlines of the other hive, so when she flew over them, she triggered an alarm.

Gaining the attention of the enemy of her hive. Stirring up trouble after arguing over the trespassing. Luna sees no point in any of this. They are all irkens on this planet and should resolve their differences. That’s just her opinion and it’s been dismissed because of it. Luna got into technician work and find that making machines and prototype robots very interesting. Once everything at the base was done with its new repairs and added stations.

Luna got to work with a team and began her own project. The irken army was in need of more battle bots and armored suits. The new resources given to them from an allied hive made it a lot easier to manage that, but Luna says that one resource isn’t enough for the army. She believes that if they are to be a successful and the strongest hive, they need more than what they got. A debatable thing to say and it did spark up conversation amongst the other irkens. Tallest Ozzie made it clear that he will hear his people out and take on their ideas into consideration, even if they are bad ones. He never expected this young drone to be so ambitious with hers.

The tallest hired her as one of the main top technicians in his staff and will call upon her if needed. Luna actually did make a breakthrough with one of her inventions. A mini robot helper. The first SIR unit of its kind. She made this presentation in front of the Irken leader and even to the council members. With a little persistent nudging, Luna got the approval from them and they allowed her SIR unit to be manufactured in one of the factory regions around the military base.

This is a step in making advanced technology even more efficient to the Irken race. After Ozzie died and she became the tallest. Luna added to her ruling that SIR units will be used for the technicians and scientists. Among other things that could be used for. Her whole reign was a controlling one. She never let it pass for anyone who disobeys her. Punishment is usually a torment one before a death sentence is put in place.

Call her a tyrant because she is. Tallest Luna had a lot more talks with the council members than that of other hive leaders. In fact, she’s only ever been to two sessions of the meeting before declaring it as a waste of her time. This is concerning to some of her people. The way she dismissed herself from the other irkens like that, including their close Allie’s who have been very generous to hers and are reliable trading partners over the years.

Luna’s been very cold towards them for not having more to offer to her hive and did block contact with them for a year or two. The tallest was so active around the old council members that most irkens suspect that she’s plotting with them secretly. Whenever she returns to her duties, she made it clear that she will have order, loyalty and respect from everyone in her hive. This being said beside the announcer irken who was supposed to reply that. Luna sees herself as a tallest of great value. Though when troubles occur, she avoids them. All she cared about are the results of her hive’s development.

One day her adviser informed her that some of the other irkens were thinking of leaving to live with one of their allies. They fear that they are not safe here and do not want to risk raising their smeets with a dictator like her. Bringing up the subject of that. Luna read the numbers and it seems that her population is slipping by a hundred. Looking into it, she found that most irkens are not having any smeets. That or loosing them at childbirth.

The tallest also found out that her hivemates are actually escaping. A betrayal act is what she sees in this. She let those ones go but promise to keep a firm control over her population. Setting up security cam bots on every exit of their borders and within the city. Not long after, a massive protest erupted at the capital. Many irkens were displeased with their tallest ruling. Not even the council members have done anything to make it stop. They keep to themselves and doing who knows what in their private chambers.

Luna was brought out and confronted by her people. Calling them all traitors for standing up to her. Stating that they would be nothing without her or any other tallest after her. She said what she said and that made the crowd angry. Trey surround Luna and beat her to death. She didn’t seem to mind it though. Her last words were that she regret nothing and that her job was done. She played her part and was content with death. No one knew what she meant but that didn’t stop them from killing her. They would have left her to rot but due to old traditions, the Irken people cremated her remains and scattered her across the lands. Hoping some universal ring will be willing to forgive her crimes, because they sure won’t. The council fears this.

Seeing how their own people retaliated against their leader. They knew they have to make a plan. The elders made sure to select the next tallest carefully. Luna was over her head but she wasn’t a total fluke to them. She gave them all that she needed. Now they need the final puzzle piece. This tallest will be the one.

*EXTRA*

•Luna died the youngest tallest so far.

•One would say she cheated into moving into a higher rank by overthrowing her competitors.

•Her SIR units are still in use after she died.

•She had 50 to 70 irkens killed over insubordination and betrayal and hid the truth.

•Her own family gave up on her after she hit a growth spurt and went off to basic training.

•Luna was thrilled to be the tallest because now she can boss everyone around her.

•Surprisingly she hates sweets.

•She’s never pleased with the wardrobe staff.

•She changed her trainee mark to look like a crescent moon to match with her name. No one fuss about it other than it looks cool.

•Luna Has a young face and would often be called a smeet. She hates being called that.

*DIALOGUE*

“You’re dealing with one of my top generals? Helping or hindering, I wonder.”

“You think crowding around me will make me submit? I’m the tallest! I’ve done everything right and now you want to kill me? Heh….go ahead. I’ve done my part. Death doesn’t scare me anymore. You’ll pay for this insolent!”

“This will be my second and last meeting with you leaders. Why should I have to come here and listen to your grumble on like mini tukies? I’ll take my leave now. Hail me when you’re ready to make a deal with me, you old coots.”

“Mind your tongue, you lowlife prick! They won’t get far. Send the foot patrols and bring those bastards back by their throats! I’ll tear off their antennas and force them to eat it.”

“Disgusting. Why do we need such filth on our land? Send them back and tell those allies of ours to do better with their supplies. They owe us more after the save we’ve gave them.”

“Grand council members. Hear my words. I’ve come to you with my new invention. A servant robot, suited to help around the fields of the workplace. I let me explain its function to you.”

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #519 - "Destructive Interference II"

Originally posted on July 21st, 2010

Story, Letters - Vernon M. Moore Art - Thomas Wu Colours - Eman B. Zubia

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wada sez: A whole bunch of Shockwave variants appear dispatched here. In order of appearance: Energon Shockblast, Alternators Shockblast, Action Master Shockwave, Animated Shockwave, and finally the RadioShack-exclusive “Galactic Man”, a separately-licensed version of the ToyCo toy which became Shockwave, sometimes referred to as “Shackwave” by the fandom and more recently homaged by an exclusive Generations Selects redeco. I’m not sure if the other G1 Shockwaves are supposed to be any in particular. He’s attended to by some Diagnostic Drones, which are often used as generic helper drones in modern G1 stories outside their original Beast Machines context. Now, I’ll confess that I’ve found the scripting in this one to be a little confusing, but if I understand correctly, this strip is positioning Galactic Man as a kind of proto-Shockwave (though they were on shelves in 1985 at the same time) who set up this “transdimensional beacon”, only to summon G1 Shockwave and fail to defeat him. My confusion stems from Shockwave’s line about “the unexpected tenacity of the target” seemingly referring to someone other than himself, so I’m open to the possibility I’ve misinterpreted things. His final remarks about not submitting to an “inferior/duplicate/Megatron” makes me even wonder if it’s implying Megatron is a copy of Shockwave/Galactic Man, but surely that’s an overly literal interpretation...? Clean colors below.

[exotic-dinostuff]

Proto-drones

Proto-drones are a species created by Jcjenson for whatever shenanigans they do on copper 9, like mining the planet for things or whatever they want them to do. Common Proto-drones where used to assist the company on copper9 or be helpers for rich families, like the Eliots, they where given the least amount of DNA during the incubation process on purpose so they'd become insubordinate to their creators,well before the planet exploded.

The common Proto-drones that I've drawn (lol no powers no nothin)

uncommon Proto-drones are the murder drones of this au being able to have more free will and extra traits like a stinger tail and wings, they are also much larger then the common Proto-drones,the common Proto-drones believed that they were sent to kill them by parent company but the more you know that was probably not the case

Uncommon Proto-drones (disassembly guys)

rare Proto-drones are the solver users of this au, they are dangerous to nearly everyone around them if angered or corrupted, they may experience nanite instabilities and could transform or loose control, on more then one occasions a solver Proto-drone may have been able to overthrow Thier creators,like how cyn did

Rare Proto-drones (solver infested)

Edit: this thing was in my drafts for so long, so I'd just set it free now-

[books--freak]

The Sims 4 Elemental Legacy Challenge Inspired by Genshin Impact

This is an Elemental Legacy Challenge in The Sims 4 based on the elemental system from Genshin Impact. Each generation represents one of the seven elements in the game: Anemo (Wind), Geo (Earth), Electro (Electricity), Dendro (Nature), Hydro (Water), Pyro (Fire), and Cryo (Ice). Each generation will embody the personality traits, careers, and goals associated with their element, along with a distinct home aesthetic and play style inspired by their powers. It does use a lot of packs, but it can be easily edited for what you already own.

General Rules:

Each generation must represent one of the seven Genshin elements.

Traits, careers, skills, and homes must align with the assigned element’s theme.

Follow the goals outlined for each generation.

No cheats allowed (except for build cheats or mods that don't give unfair advantages).

You can randomize the starting element, or assign them in a specific order.

Each generation must have outfits where their signature color is dominant. Formal, everyday, and athletic outfits can vary, but the signature color should always be present in some way.

The color scheme should be prominent in the home design, particularly in key areas like the living room, bedroom, or kitchen. You could even assign specific rooms to feature the signature colors more heavily, like having a red kitchen for Pyro, a blue bathroom for Hydro, etc.

The clothing styles and homes don’t have to be based on the nations, since the game doesn’t give us the option to keep both the styles and the colors, but feel free to use CC as long as it’s purely for the aesthetic.

Generation 1 – Anemo (Wind)

The Anemo generation is free-spirited, calm, and adaptable. They love exploration, independence, and solving problems creatively.

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Loner, Noncommittal

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim or Outdoor Enthusiast

Career: Scientist, or any freelance career

Signature Color: Light Green and White

Theme: Breezy, light, and airy

Goals:

Max the Singing and Guitar skills.

Travel to different locations often (take at least 5 vacations in their lifetime).

Own a home that features open spaces, light colors, and lots of plants or wind chimes.

Avoid long-term romantic relationships until later in life (Anemo Sims value freedom).

Have at least one child after a long period of wandering, to "settle down."

Optional: Complete the Bird Feather collection.

Generation 2 – Geo (Earth)

The Geo generation is stable, reliable, and seeks to build a lasting legacy. They are practical and hard-working, focused on wealth and security.

Traits: Ambitious, Materialistic, Self-Assured

Aspiration: Mansion Baron or Fabulously Wealthy

Career: Business or Architect (modded careers can work here)

Signature Color: Gold and Brown

Theme: Stability, strength, and opulence

Goals:

Max the Handiness and Gemology skills.

Build or purchase the largest house possible by the end of their lifetime.

Collect rare stones or gems.

Have a large family (minimum of 3 children) to secure their "dynasty."

Their home must be large and built with strong materials (use stone textures, earthy tones, and gold accents).

Optional: Complete the Crystal collection.

Generation 3 – Electro (Electricity)

The Electro generation is energetic, impulsive, and creative. They thrive on innovation and technology but can be unpredictable.

Traits: Genius, Hot-Headed, Erratic

Aspiration: Computer Whiz or Master Maker

Career: Engineer or Tech Guru

Signature Color: Purple and Black

Theme: Bold, modern, and futuristic

Goals:

Max the Programming and Robotics skills.

Build at least 3 electronic devices from scratch (robotic helpers, drones, etc.).

Create a "high-tech" home, featuring lots of gadgets, electronic lights, and futuristic décor.

Occasionally sabotage friendships or relationships due to impulsive behavior, but make amends afterward.

Have 2 children, both of whom must be raised to appreciate technology and innovation.

Optional: Complete the Space Prints collection.

Generation 4 – Dendro (Nature)

The Dendro generation has a deep connection with plants and animals. They value growth, nurturing, and environmental stewardship.

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Vegetarian, Green Fiend

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist or Country Caretaker (if you have Cottage Living)

Career: Gardener or Veterinarian

Signature Color: Green and Yellow

Theme: Natural, lush, and earthy

Goals:

Max the Gardening and Herbalism skills.

Maintain a large garden with at least 8 different types of plants, including rare and exotic species.

Live in a home that is mostly natural materials and surrounded by greenery (think lots of wood, plants, and natural light).

Befriend at least 5 animals and adopt at least one pet.

Have 2-3 children who help maintain the garden or care for animals.

Optional: Complete the Gardening collection.

Generation 5 – Hydro (Water)

The Hydro generation is peaceful, creative, and adaptable, often focused on emotions and connection to others. They enjoy helping and healing others.

Traits: Creative, Family-Oriented, Child of the Ocean

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire or Friend of the World

Career: Doctor, Painter, or Conservationist

Signature Color: Blue and Teal

Theme: Flowing, serene, and aquatic

Goals:

Max the Painting and Fitness skills.

Build a home near water (by a pool, lake, or beach) with soft blues and aquatic-themed décor.

Spend as much time as possible swimming or in water-related activities.

Throw at least 3 major family gatherings or parties during their lifetime.

Have at least 2 children and be heavily involved in their lives, fostering strong relationships.

Become a merperson.

Optional: Complete the Seashell collection.

Generation 6 – Pyro (Fire)

The Pyro generation is passionate, energetic, and sometimes a bit fiery or temperamental. They are driven to succeed and live life to the fullest.

Traits: Hot-Headed, Outgoing, Ambitious

Aspiration: Serial Romantic or Party Animal

Career: Chef, Actor, or Athlete

Signature Color: Red and Orange

Theme: Bold, passionate, and energetic

Goals:

Max the Cooking (or Mixology) and Romance skills.

Throw a minimum of 5 major parties during their lifetime, with as many sims as possible attending.

Create a home with bold, bright colors (especially red and orange) and a focus on social spaces like kitchens or bars.

Have a fiery romance with multiple partners, but ultimately settle down with one true love.

Have 1-2 children, but with a strained relationship early on (resolve it as they age).

Optional: Complete the Voidcritter collection.

Generation 7 – Cryo (Ice)

The Cryo generation is calm, stoic, and sometimes distant. They can be emotionally guarded but are reliable and thoughtful once you get to know them.

Traits: Loner, Perfectionist, Gloomy

Aspiration: Nerd Brain or Academic

Career: Scientist or Detective

Signature Color: Light Blue and White

Theme: Cool, calm, and reserved

Goals:

Max the Logic and Research & Debate skills.

Build a home in a cold or wintery area (with ice-themed décor, white or light blue tones).

Avoid close relationships for much of their young adult life, but form a deep bond with a single Sim later on.

Visit Mt. Komorebi or another winter vacation spot at least twice.

Have 1-2 children who grow up in a more reserved, intellectual environment.

Bring the founder back to life.

Optional: Complete the Snowglobe collection.

Bonus: Legacy Symbolism

To tie the legacy together, introduce a family heirloom or symbol that changes with each generation but keeps the essence of the element. For example a painting from reference of each heir, or a photograph.

Build a museum to display the heirlooms and collectibles for future generations.

Have the legacy founder write The Book of Life and pass it down through each generation, then revive them in the last generation.

Link to the Google Docs version: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1j04NTssNN9cwBeJGE3_ZEypmQFLt6-XdXoUCAIUks7A/edit?usp=sharing