#human cyborg

[yamikuruku]

experimental portraits but it's two space idiots ✌

[autoacafiles]

[zhakyria]

Lets talk about Tezsla Zharkova. One of my oldest characters, both in terms of her original creation and in terms of her age. Artwork by the ever amazing @catbatart.

Tezsla served in the Imperial Military, married a moff and had twins with him. Three years before the Treaty of Coruscant she had grown annoyed and tired of the Imperial policies. She's been overlooked for promotions, given backwater assignments, and grew disgusted with Sith interference.

So she leaves. Walks away, taking her 10 year old son with her, but leaves his twin sister behind because she was away with her father at the time.

At first she tries her luck with the Republic. The Jedi there recognize her son is force sensitive and take him in for training, she figures this is better then the Sith. A few years later Tezsla has given up on the Republic as well considering the amount of corruption she encounters.

She turns to gun running, not caring who she works for at this point. Her children are gone, one to the Imperial academy and the other to the Jedi.

She runs afoul of the Exchange 5 years after the Treaty, and is rescued by Xhai'tan. He offers her a proposal, join him or return to the life she is living - a fugitive of both powers and an enemy of the Exchange. Owing this Sith her life, she reluctantly agrees to join his crew.

She becomes his second in command, and starts proving her loyalty, her respect for this sith growing with each mission. When Xhai'tan is named traitor, she returns to smuggling, but kept her ear to the ground for information. She is who find his location and contacts Kahl about breaking Xhai'tan out.

She stays with him and remains his second in command when he forms his group of mercenaries. She still has a terrible relationship with her children, whom both wish she's stayed gone.

[salarymanwaka]

[st-hedge]

What was that really beautiful wording used to describe characters I like— ah that’s it, sad sacks of issues. That’s this guy right here

[lorenzonuti]

Radical attachment.

[tyiart]

this cyborg babe is my biggest achievement of this week as i was trying to get myself to draw her for so long but was always scared of the complexity (i don't usually draw robotics). finally she's here and in two colors!

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[sameboot]

I just think theyre neat!

[vertigoartgore]

Kyle Reese and Sarah Connor vs the Terminator (the T-800 model). Art by Katsuhiro Otomo (Akira).

[friedri-ce]

made their gijinka versions so they could commit some violent ULTRAKISSING

[your-pal-nebula]

Being a psychological alterhuman is like "It's not that I was a dragon/any of my other kintypes in the past and yearn to be one again, it's that I am all of them right this minute and yearn to be in the correct body"

(I mean absolutely no disrespect to spiritual alterhumans with this post, yall are totally cool)

[yamikuruku]

disaster duo on Mek-Sha

[or-fi-s]

Wing-it for Bluedraconic

Hot new agent to spend all your money on just dropped

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[serenfloras]

nico robin supremacy i want her to rearrange my spine. i don't mean that in a horny way my back just really fucking hurts

[flimflamfranky]

ya know, after learning more about vegapunk, it really makes what franky did even more impressive, cuz, like.

there are only a handful of people in this world that have even made cyborgs.

which are a genius prodigy with a devil fruit that makes him physically smarter than other people and and (some of) the people that worked/researched with him - all of whom are experts in biology, weaponry, machinery, etc, AND had the resources of entire countries and/or the government.

and then also some guy who knew carpentry.

and he did it first.

[bookshelf-in-progress]

Good Rich Earth: A Science Fiction Retelling of "The Secret Garden"

Ever since Mary had become an orphan, all adults did was tell each other about her story.

"Raised practically by robots, the poor thing. On one of those military space stations. She's never stepped foot on a planet!"

They talked over her just as if she wasn't there. Mary hated it. But then, she'd gotten used to hating things. Earth had so many things to hate.

She hated the outside air that got too hot or too cold or too humid and couldn't be changed by flipping a switch. She hated the sky with its constantly-changing light levels. She hated the gray clouds that always seemed to hang low over the big stone house where she was supposed to live with her uncle. She hated the vast, barren lands with the short scrubby plants that were all that had managed to grow since the Disasters.

But she hated the echoing darkness of that big house most of all, and so she spent most of her days in the hateful outdoors, looking for something to do. Ben let her tag along sometimes as he tended to the grounds. He called himself a gardener, so naturally Mary asked what a garden was.

"Its where we grow plants on purpose," Ben said.

"Like hydroponics?"

Ben sneered. "Hydroponics!" He lifted a handful of dirt from the ground. "In good rich earth! None of those weak, wispy water-plants with no more nutrition in them than a wet rag!"

Mary couldn't get another word out of him after that--he was too busy muttering to himself about space stations and their unholy, unnatural ways.

But she kept wondering about gardens. She liked the word, liked the idea--having seen nothing similar in any space station.

"If only you'd been here when the mistress was alive," Martha said. "You'd have seen gardens enough then. Always tending to her plants, she was. Trying to bring back flowers what was lost in the Disasters."

But when the mistress was lost, so were her gardens--locked away and left to decay by the husband who couldn't bear to see the site of his wife's death. It seemed unfair to Mary--the one interesting thing on this planet had been abandoned, and now there was nothing left for her.

Or was there? The gardens weren't destroyed--just locked. And locks always had keys.

The search for that locked door became the sole pursuit that filled Mary's days. She searched every corner of the house, looked for cellars, searched among the outbuildings for anything that looked like the wall of a garden. As she searched, she found she noticed the wind and cold less--grew even to like it, as exercise kept her warm. She even found other things that, though they were not the door, proved to be worth finding. A stubby little plant with purple flowers that opened overnight. A stream of clear water from snowmelt. And--best of all--the robin.

He became a companion on her hunt, the little bird--a cheerful voice that flitted about and checked on her progress before returning to his little labors.

It was while following him one day that Mary found the garden. The robin, in his daily fluttering, perched atop a building that she'd passed by a thousand times, sitting on the very edge of the eaves. Then the robin twittered, stepped back--and disappeared, seeming to fall straight through the solid roof.

"Hologram," Ben explained later. "A protective field. Keeps the temperature beneath a bit more stable, lets in rain and birds for water and pest control, and keeps prying eyes from seeing what's inside. Mistress used it to protect her work--plenty of folks who'd steal a cutting and give it to the corporations."

At last! The lost garden!

But still no door. Mary spent days prowling around the walls, searching for an opening, and found nothing but solid brick.

Until one sunny day, when the robin landed on the ground at the base of the wall. As he folded his wings, one of them brushed the bricks, and Mary saw the faintest shimmer of light ripple across a section of the wall.

This, Mary recognized--EtherDoors were a fact of space station life. With the right key, the wall could become permeable enough to let a person through--no need for the extra space or machinery a door required.

The robin fluttered toward a short shrub and sang a cheerful song. As Mary's eyes followed him, she saw a patch of dirt beneath the branches--and suddenly realized that the rock she had seen there a thousand times was no rock at all.

Mary lifted the shining, convex piece of black metal--a simple piece hiding complicated electronics. She pressed it to the center of where the EtherDoor stood--and her hand went through the wall. With two more steps, the rest of Mary followed.

She found herself in paradise.

She had never seen so much green. It covered the ground, climbed the walls, twisted around posts. There were trees with flowers on their branches. Bushes with tiny lacy leaves. Rubbery green stems with silky red and yellow cup-shaped blossoms on top. Thousands of plants, tangled, matted and twisted together, but all alive, drawing food from the earth and reaching up, up, up toward the sun.

For the first time, Mary was truly on Earth, as it was supposed to be.

And she saw that it was magical.