#servo motion controllers

[yingying0322]

Exploring the World of Automated Guided Vehicles (AGVs)

In today’s fast-paced and ever-evolving industrial landscape, efficiency and precision are paramount. Enter the world of Automated Guided Vehicles (AGVs)—a technology that is reshaping the way we think about material handling and automation. From warehouses to manufacturing floors, AGVs are revolutionizing operations by streamlining processes and reducing labor costs. Let’s delve into the fascinating world of AGVs and uncover how these remarkable machines are transforming various industries.

What Are Automated Guided Vehicles (AGVs)?

Automated Guided Vehicles, commonly known as AGVs, are mobile robots used to transport materials around a facility. Unlike traditional forklifts or manual carts, AGVs operate autonomously, guided by various navigation systems. They are designed to follow pre-set paths or dynamic routes, performing tasks with precision and efficiency.

AGVs come in various shapes and sizes, each tailored to specific operational needs. Some are designed to carry heavy loads, while others are equipped for delicate or intricate tasks. The versatility of AGVs makes them an invaluable asset in diverse settings, from large-scale warehouses to high-tech manufacturing plants.

How AGVs Work

The core functionality of AGVs revolves around their navigation and control systems. There are several technologies that AGVs use to navigate their environment:

Magnetic Strips: Traditional AGVs often use magnetic strips embedded in the floor to guide their movement. These strips are aligned with the vehicle's sensors, directing it along a predetermined path.

Laser Guidance: More advanced AGVs use laser guidance systems to navigate. These AGVs rely on laser scanners to create a map of their environment, allowing them to detect obstacles and make real-time adjustments to their route.

Vision Systems: Some AGVs are equipped with cameras and computer vision systems. These systems enable the vehicle to recognize and interpret its surroundings, offering a high degree of flexibility and adaptability.

Inertial Navigation: Inertial navigation systems use accelerometers and gyroscopes to track the AGV’s position and movement. This technology is particularly useful for AGVs operating in environments with changing conditions.

RFID Tags: Radio Frequency Identification (RFID) tags are another method for guiding AGVs. Tags are placed at specific locations, and the AGV uses RFID readers to detect and follow these markers.

Benefits of AGVs

The integration of AGVs into industrial operations offers numerous advantages:

Increased Efficiency: AGVs can operate continuously without the need for breaks or shifts. This constant operation translates to higher throughput and reduced downtime.

Cost Savings: By automating material handling tasks, businesses can reduce labor costs and minimize human error. Although the initial investment in AGVs may be substantial, the long-term savings are significant.

Enhanced Safety: AGVs are designed with safety features to avoid collisions and navigate around obstacles. They reduce the risk of workplace accidents related to manual material handling.

Consistency and Precision: AGVs follow programmed routes with high accuracy, ensuring that materials are transported reliably and consistently. This precision enhances overall operational quality.

Applications of AGVs

AGVs are versatile and can be applied across various industries:

Manufacturing: In manufacturing plants, AGVs transport raw materials, components, and finished products between different stages of production. They can handle tasks such as delivering parts to assembly lines or removing waste.

Warehousing and Distribution: In warehouses, AGVs move goods from storage locations to packing and shipping areas. They streamline order fulfillment processes, reduce handling times, and improve inventory management.

Healthcare: In hospitals and healthcare facilities, AGVs deliver supplies, medications, and linens. They ensure that essential items are transported efficiently while minimizing human contact and reducing the risk of contamination.

Retail: AGVs are increasingly used in retail environments for tasks such as restocking shelves and managing inventory. They help maintain store operations and improve the customer experience.

Food and Beverage: In the food and beverage industry, AGVs handle the transportation of ingredients, packaging materials, and finished products. They contribute to maintaining hygiene standards and ensuring efficient production processes.

Challenges and Considerations

While AGVs offer numerous benefits, their implementation comes with certain challenges:

Initial Costs: The initial investment in AGVs and the associated infrastructure can be high. Businesses must carefully evaluate the return on investment (ROI) and consider long-term benefits.

Integration: Integrating AGVs into existing systems and workflows can be complex. It requires careful planning and coordination to ensure seamless operation.

Maintenance: Regular maintenance is essential to keep AGVs in optimal condition. Businesses must invest in upkeep and support to prevent downtime and ensure reliability.

Customization: Not all AGVs are one-size-fits-all. Some applications may require customized solutions, which can add to the complexity and cost of implementation.

Technological Advances: The rapid pace of technological advancements means that AGVs must be updated to keep up with new features and capabilities. Staying current with technology can be a challenge.

The Future of AGVs

The future of AGVs is bright, with ongoing advancements promising even more exciting possibilities. Innovations in artificial intelligence (AI), machine learning, and robotics are expected to enhance AGV capabilities, making them more autonomous, adaptable, and intelligent.

As industries continue to embrace automation, AGVs will play a pivotal role in shaping the future of material handling and logistics. The integration of AGVs with other technologies, such as the Internet of Things (IoT) and big data analytics, will drive further efficiencies and optimize operations.

Conclusion

Automated Guided Vehicles (AGVs) represent a transformative force in the world of automation and material handling. Their ability to operate autonomously, enhance efficiency, and reduce costs makes them an indispensable tool for a wide range of industries. As technology continues to evolve, AGVs will undoubtedly become even more sophisticated, offering new opportunities for innovation and growth.

In the ever-changing landscape of modern industry, AGVs stand out as a beacon of progress, demonstrating how automation can drive success and create a more efficient, safer, and dynamic future. Whether you’re managing a warehouse, a manufacturing plant, or a healthcare facility, AGVs are poised to revolutionize the way you operate and achieve your goals.

[quirksphere]

Precision and Performance with Servo Drives Enhance the precision and performance of your machinery with advanced servo drives. Discover their benefits in motion control applications and how they can improve your operations. Servo drives offer high accuracy and efficiency, making them ideal for applications requiring precise control of motion and positioning.

[pddparthi]

Unveiling Precision: A Guide to Electrohydraulic Servo Valve Technology

Introduction: In the realm of industrial automation and high-performance machinery, electrohydraulic servo valves (EHSVs) reign supreme. These marvels of engineering bridge the gap between electrical control signals and the potent world of hydraulics. By translating subtle electrical commands into precise hydraulic fluid motion, EHSVs empower motion control systems with unmatched accuracy and…

[sapphic-haymaker]

"brain sync/neurologic link/kinetic controls make the mech a second body" is great and all but where's the love for the no brain link, no kinetic controls, no shortcut to skill type of mecha pilots. Where everything done entirely through a complex series of switches and levers and buttons.

Your only way of interfacing with the colossus of smoke and steel is to learn it's language, there is no advanced AI whispering secrets to the internal mechanics that interpret your motions, there is nothing to translate even a simple motion such as moving an arm and grasping firmly to your mind.

You and this machine could not be more different. The barrier is as immense as the ocean and you are a lost traveler without a compass or a map subject to these rough waters. If you want to converse with this divine machine, you must learn to navigate the abyss. Memorize every bullet, rocket, and blade contained within. Know every servo, every piston, every wire. Learn every limit, every threshold, every quirk, every gimmick.

Become so deeply familiar with every switch, dial, knob, and lever at your fingertips that it becomes a second body not through any magic link or miracle of science, but through practice, intimacy, and determination.

[seimitsu-factory-automation]

Sanmotion C S100 is a motion controller which can control maximum 8 axes. Sanmotion C S100 is available in two types High-performance for controlling robots and Standard type that specialize in point-to-point positioning. Sanmotion C S100 is equipped with a high-speed EtherCAT interface. Sanmotion C S100 is used in many applications like assembly equipment, Automatic coating machine, Tray loaders and many more.

SEIMITSU is an authorized distributor of Sanyo Denki

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[tinydefector]

Delightful distraction energyfluid Au

Soundwave x human

Word count: 1k

Warnings; smut, tiny/giant, oral, human fleshlight?, cum play.

Soundwave masterlist

The continuation of the energy fluid request I got here's the Soundwave one so I do hope you enjoy it.

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powerful digits never cease in meticulous tasks even as Soundwave cradles his lover against his midsection, optics and sensors split to focus on work while also monitoring each steady respiration and rhythmic beat pulsing through their relaxed form. 

When small fingers trace patterns across his plating it makes him pause for a moment, the familiar touches exploring curiously, dimming his visor and shuttering optics in content focus upon his partner's want. A low electromagnetic thrum resonates approval through his frame as talons release datapads, instead curling carefully around the organic's form in welcome of their caresses. They hum lowly as their fingers tease against his interface panel as if trying to gain access to his aray. 

His interface panel presses gently against inquisitive fingers, his powerful engine humming quietly. Hydraulics release locking clips with a soft hiss, folding armour slowly aside as his pressurised spike. Their eyesvlicker up to him with mischief as they look around to make sure no one else is around. “Getting bolder Sounds” they tease out in a husky tone trying to keep their voice quiet. 

Soundwave's visor shows as ‘shh’ emoji, which makes them nearly cackle at the humour of the silent bot. They smile up at him as their hands slowly wrap around his spike, lips pressing kisses along the length as they work him slowly. Trying to keep quiet.

At the intimate contact, Soundwave vents a restrained exhalation, visor darkening, his digits pause their typing as his other servo cups around them eagerly pressing them closer, talons carefully curling yet avoiding constriction that risks harm. 

Their lips eagerly work the tip of his spike slowly taking him into their mouth as they bob their head, their hands work his Length as they slowly rub their body against his spike. At his lover's mouth enclosing his pressurised spike, Soundwave ventilations stall, restraint, the sole barrier preventing unchecked vocalisations from resonating through his frame.   

Held gently yet firmly against his abdominal plating, they willingly grind against him. Soundwave eager thrusts against their smaller form, evoking fresh jolts through sensory network, electricity dancing across hidden circuits and nodes as hisother servo clenches onto the bench. His partner gives so freely to him, such a small creature so eager to please him. 

The Decepticon's powerful engines strains to maintain silence. Talons stroke delicate caresses across their hidden skin, talons tugging and pulling at their clothing until he finally had enough. talons peeling away fabrics with practised yet tantalising leisure. Plating radiates temperature to match delicate organic softness now pressing against his spike.

Their warm flesh presses against the heated metal and silicone of his spike. wrapping their arms around him as Soundwave slowly lifts and lowers their body grinding his spike against them as their tongue teases the head. Soundwave rumbles deeply in satisfaction, finally feeling their soft body pressed against his spike, 

Powerful servos guide their willing form in rhythmic movement slowly rolling his hips to meet theirs as his helm tilts back in pleasure. Soft breathless whines leave them as they let Soundwave use them as hisown personal fuck toy. Transfluid slowly leaks from his spike and they eagerly lap it up, lips pressed to the tip as they suck. He grinds harder against them and another low muffled moan leaves him. 

 their eager mouth lavishes each pearl of transfluid, drinking it down as quickly as they can. Each motion pulls pleasure from him, sensors ablaze with ecstasy. His tired and overworked system crumbles as his overload hits. Control slips, pleasure takes over his systems.

"Fuck... Soundwave " they whine out as they buck against his spike. Body pressed flush against it. "God tastes so good" they mumble out before their lips are sealed back around the tip trying to drink up every little drop that leaves Soundwave. 

The praise has him doubling over the desk, clenching them in his servo as transfluid spills from him. Gushing out from around their mouth and coating their body, his powerful frame stiffening as overloaded protocols flood sensory networks with white-hot rapture. 

Transfluid spurts forth in thick pulses beyond containment, meeting their welcoming mouth in endless waves dripping down their naked form as he continues to rut against the slinkees of their coated skin. They eager buck against his sensitive spike, driving bliss against tingling circuits, and over-stimulated nodes. 

 Their name becomes a soft prayer upon a  vented breath. frame convulsing Offline optics take a moment  before the glow to his visor returns. They giggle as his transfluid slowly coats their body dripping down the floor and seat as he continues grinding against them as he comes down from the high of overload, their lips eagerly lap up the sweet taste of the bright pink fluid as it runs from Soundwave's spike. 

Visor glows dimmed as other emojis pops up on his visor. 

😘🫵🛏🍆

They nearly burst out laughing, seeing the collection of emojis. Their fulfilled laughter vibrates through his frame melting his spark His pressurising spike grinds gentle yet thorough against flushed skin now glistening with transfluid's sheer abundance. Lips lapping eagerly at each escaped pearl stealing renewed jolts of ravishing circuits leave him helpless but to adore. “how about you let me enjoy cleaning up, then you can have round two in bed. Because I want to enjoy my treat” the offer to him which earns them a thumbs up emoji. Their mouth eagerly collected as much transfluid as they could, enjoying the sweet and bitter taste of the energy drink. “Mmm gonna get me addicted to this Soundwave” they state which earns them His digits trailing down their backs,  coating his fingers in transfluid And bringing it to their mouth. They slowly suck his digits, trying their best to not leave a drop left. 

“Your making me have bad habits” 

His visor Lights up again. Tilting his head down to watch them as a sting of saliva stretches Between his digits. A deep purr of delight rumbles from his chassis as the emoji flickers across his face. 

😈

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Taglist @angelxcvxc

[uselessmicrowave]

kinktober day twelve

tfa sentinel x reader

tws/content- implied drunk sex, first time, penetrative sex, aftercare, morning after, teasing, possible mentions of mechpreg/mpreg (?)

“Y’know, we should- should go back to my place…” Sentinel leans against you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Oh yeah? Need me to drive you back?” you mirror his motions, your arms rest higher up on his back strut than his do yours.

“Only if you stay the night.” he flirts, flashing you a cute but drunkened smile.

“Alright, you win.” you give him a kiss on the faceplates, making him beam giddily.

—♡—

He pulls you through his hallways, swinging his habsuite door open and falls onto his berth, tugging you on top of him. Sentinel spreads his stabilizers, grabbing your aft and pushing your hips against his.

“Please, I- I want…”

“Want what?” He turns his helm, hiding his faceplates and expression. “Go on, tell me.”

“Please, your spike! I want you so bad…” he bites his derma, whimpering as his interface paneling clicks out of the way. Lubricant smears against your spike covering, it slides away.

You kiss his neck, rubbing your spike tip against his entrance. He whines and bites his derma, shoving himself down onto your spike. Sentinel moans, he’s already panting.

“Aht- tell me exactly what you want.” you tease him harshly, putting your servos on his hips and making him stay still.

“Please…” Sentinel whines noisily, wriggling in your servos. He thrashes and writhes, trying to frag himself down onto your spike. “Stop teasing me, it’s embarrassing…!”

“Oh, alright…” you let his hips go, he sighs in relief, gasping when you shove your spike deep into his valve, hitting his ceiling node. “Only because you’re asking so nicely.”

“Hng- hahh!” he throws his helm back, baring his denta. Sentinel’s whining makes your spike twitch, you thrust farther into him without hesitation.

It makes his voice crack when he moans, his valve spasming around your spike. He seems like he’s already about to overload with his whining. His spike drips with pink fluid, twitching along with yours.

“C’mon…” he whines in compliant, wriggling his hips again. You huff at him, complying and making yourself give a rough thrust and biting your lip to hide your own noises.

You mock laugh at his moaning, setting a barely controlled slow pace. Under the firm exterior you’ve set up for yourself, you’re barely holding it together. Your thighs tremble as he squeezes down on your spike, you choke out your moans when he scratches at your back plating.

“Dammit, Sentinel…” he doesn’t seem to care. His helm is still thrown back, the wires in his neck cables straining a bit. You pick up the pace, allowing your legs to do more than just twitch with effort in between thrusts and making Sentinel scratch you again.

There would be dents and grey paint transfers on your back… nothing that you couldn’t fix.

You continue at a faster pace, pushing yourself up to his face and giving the bottom of his chin plating a kiss.

Sentinel pouts for a second before grabbing your faceplates and kisses your derma roughly. He keeps you there till both of your vents whine with protest, letting your face go and panting to cool off.

He lets his head lull back again, chassis heaving from the lack of air through his system. Sentinel whines again, sounding annoyed. “Primus…”

His voice and moans are breathy and half silenced, it drives you to think about making his voice crack and scream… That will be the next time, you promise yourself. Was it really fair to promise that? Probably not.

You speed up just thinking about the mess you could make him, how he’d sound, how lubricant would drip down his faceplates while coolant drips down his frame, how his stabilizers and thighs would shake when you tease the poor prime.

Your array is just aching thinking about it… He groans again, fueling the coils of white-hot arousal in your core.

“Hahh- oh!” Sentinel bares his denta, rocking his hips side to side as you thrust into his wet valve. He squeezes down on your spike, he feels so damn warm and soft around you.

You grow more and more hot in your core, and when Sentinel squeezes onto you again, you can’t last anymore. You slam your hips into his, shoving your spike against his ceiling node, making him overload around you. He smiles with his intake open, moaning much louder than you. With one final spasm from him, you overload, pumping your transfluids deep into him.

A pang of worry runs through your chassis. What if he didn’t take medications for that? What if he gets sparked? What if-

Sentinel groans, pulling you down onto him. He tugs you up to his faceplates, shoving his helm into the crook of your neck cables.

“Sentinel…” you hum gently, rubbing his upper arm. “Need to clean up.”

He groans in protest, nuzzling his faceplates into your collar guard. You try to pry his arms from your body, you give up after a few kliks of struggling. You wriggle in his grip just enough to slide out of his valve and close your panels. You sigh, settling on top of him and closing your optics when you hear his panels click closed.

—♡—

“Sentinel… Wake up.” you wanted to call him sweetspark or another cute pet name, but you cut yourself off before you can. That would be weird, you don’t know him that well. Your servos gently cup the sides of his helm on your lap. “Sentinel…”

His optics online slowly, the light from them spilling out onto his faceplates with the light from his window. His optics widen in a response to your faceplates, it makes him look like a puppy. “Y/n? You’re still here, I thought you would’ve…”

“I didn’t, you asked for me to stay. M’ sorry.”

“No, I’m glad.” Sentinel smiles up at you, reaching to cup your servos. It seems alright, for a moment. No worries about paperwork, a public image or a job. “Wanna go out n’ get breakfast with me? I’ll pay for yours.”

“Only if I can pay for your fuel.” he scoffs playfully, removing his servos from yours.

“Alright, you win.”

[starliights-shining]

Stars Last Forever, Don't They?

I am obsessed with Lana Del Rey's Young and Beautiful right now, So while trying to not jump across my room to my housemates! I wrote this. This is kinda like a after the war AU, but Earth is in that like roaring 20s theme! Earth is a "safe place" for Cybertronians who do not want to stay on Cybertron. Jazz is like hella rich and in love with reader(Female), and reader is just being reader I guess. ANYWAYS their is like no size difference in this one, Cybertronians are in the 6ft to 8ft, I want them to be tall but not too tall. You could imagine any Jazz you'd like, Anyways this is mainly for @montyuh but I've given it to you guys as well. ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY :)

Pairing: Jazz x Human!Female!Reader

Word Count: 4.7k words

Warnings: NSFW, female reader, AU,

The bot had been to many places, planets, cities, galaxies, you name it he’s been there. Thanks to the war that is, but the war’s gone, and this time it felt right. Being with you in this exact moment felt right. Under the flare of yellow city lights, Cobalt optics scanning you, hair pinned up hands grabbing at your bare arms you occasionally jumped bending your knees to get some motions. One of his servos in the pocket of his suit pants, while the other one hoovered over your lower back as he watched. Watched your every move, your eyes scanning the busy street for his fancy ass car that should have already been here, your sniffling he can hear every now and then over the loud honking of cars, engine revving, and chatter from those walking by. You looked to be freezing, but there was something about that very moment, that he just fell in love all over again. The yellow glow from the streetlight above made you look like an angel, his angel, his beautiful angel, he smirked, optics flicking up to the sea of cars in front of you two. A loud and long Honk got his attention, his optics moved from car to car until he saw a hand waving him over. He removed his servo from his pocket, digits moving to point towards the wave. 

“Right over there sweetheart.” 

He spoke into your eye, watching as you slightly shivered before your soft eyes followed in the direction he pointed. His servo ushering you between cars to your destination, he couldn’t help but still look at you, even with no overhead street lamps, you still have that same glow to you, and he was living in it. He blinked and before he knew it, his servo was reaching past you, grabbing the door handle and opening it up for you, your voice ringing in his audio receptors as you climbed into the vehicle. 

“Hey Randy!” 

Randy, his “mechanic” that just so happened to be one of those Cybertronian human agents they give every single Cybertronians that lives on Earth. Think of it like a counselor, just one that Jazz doesn’t need, and who leaves that program to work for the one he was supposed to be ‘watching’. Either way the exchange works out, Randy keeps a good paying job, jazz isn’t bothered by Cybertronian integration programs. 

“Hiya, Miss!” 

Jazz could see you smile at the man, Randy then looks back at the door watching as Jazz climbs in after you. 

“Hey, Boss!” 

“Randy” 

Was all the mech said, normally you hold conversation with Jazz on the way back home, but today you decided he had enough conversations. Instead you held conversation with Randy, leaning into Jazz for some kind of warmth, his arm was slung over you. He knew you had been feeling those drinks, the way you slurred your words every now and then, the way you leaned farther into him, and the occasional gasp sigh that’d leave your mouth when he chuckled at Randy’s jokes. You were definitely feeling something from those dranks, one way or another, and just the dreamy signs you let out was starting to get his pants a little too tight. He shifted, catching your attention in the process. Your eyes scanned his blue visor before you smiled, and turned your head back to Randy. 

“Oh you know, Some people just can’t control their temp. I told the guy to chill out but,” 

Your voices muffled to him, optics training to look out the window at all those bright ass lights, He was uninterested in your conversation with Randy. Since it was just a retelling of what had happened in the bar, what caused you guys to be out waiting for the cold. 

It wasn’t until his optics found the signature mansion coming into view that he finally started to listen to what you and Randy were talking about. Optics moved to look at you once again, but they met your gaze, soft orbs staring at him like he held all the answers in his life and they did to you. You quickly flicked your eyes back to Randy, smiling when you caught eye contact with the man through the rear view mirror. 

“I’m so glad you agree, Randy. Sometimes people can just simply be a little too cruel.” 

Cruel, that word has played on your lips all night, ever since he denied your kiss in favor of his drink at the club. Randy laughed, coming to a stop in front of the big old house. You stepped out of the car first, standing next to the driver side window as you continued your conversation with Randy, waiting for Jazz to follow suit. It wasn’t until you placed your hand on the window seal as you laughed at one of Randy’s jokes that Jazz fully noticed what you were doing, you were being cruel. 

You noticed Randy’s eyes shift to behind you, the car door shocking you from your thoughts. Jazz was now standing behind you, a smile on his face as he looked down at Randy. 

“Boss.” 

You saw the way Randy tensed, his hand that rested on the steering wheel now harshing gripping it. In your slight haze you whipped your head around to see that signature smile of Jazz’s, his servo coming up to rest on your lower back. 

“Thank you, Randy.” 

He paused, Randy’s grip loosening on the steering wheel, his bright smile painted back on his face. You could feel Jazz’s servos moving to have a grip on you, pushing you away from the car as he spoke. 

“I’ll make sure you get extra pay for your troubles. Goodnight Randy! Get home safe.” 

“You got it, Boss!” 

Jazz had you past the car by now, allowing for ample room for Randy to drive away. The best you could you turned around in Jazz’s guiding grip, throwing your arm up and waving to the man in the car. 

“Goodnight Randy!” 

You screamed, Jazz’s servo coming up to pull your arm down and usher you inside, closing the door behind him. You were out of his grip, holding onto something for leverage to get your shoes off, a sigh leaving your mouth as you got ready to speak again, eyes trained on the floor. 

“Oh don’t be Cr-” 

“Cruel?” 

He cut you off, his smile gone, a new air was placed around you two, something like static, sparks, sparks like they’re starting a fire, a bright alarming hard to ignore fire. He knew, he knew what you’ve tried to do the entire time in the car. You stood up straight, shoes off, staring straight into his visor. His servos reached for you as he spoke.  

“Ohh,  Sweetheart.” 

He paused, a servo resting on the side of your neck while the other is on your waist. That sickly sweet smile of his dancing under his visor. 

“I can show you cruel.” 

He sat up in bed, the moon was just starting to be replaced with the sun. His optics scanned the room before landing on your sleeping form. His silky sheets lay over your almost naked body. The pale blue light coming through the window placed his shadow over you, just like he was over you, his servo was reaching for the dip of your side, leaning into you when his servo finally met you. You stirred, a groan coming from you as he smiled and placed a kiss on your bare shoulder. He watched as you snuggled further into the bed, he pulled the sheet up further on your body before leaning back. He fixed his posture before his optics landed on the door, the light shining from the crack between the floor and its bottom, he watched as a shadow walked past. The butler and maid, they must have been getting ready for the day. He thought about what you’d have to do for the day, shopping? Plans for going out with some friends? Maybe you’d spend the whole day with him? His processor wandered to what he had planned, well more like what he could expect. Work, maybe Randy would ask for some help, or his attention could fully be on you? 

The sound of a telephone ringing broke him from his thoughts, he sighed, swinging his legs out of bed and padding to the doorway. His servos grab for the ties to his robe pulling them together in a loose knot before opening the door and being met with the butler. 

“Sir, There is a call for you.” 

His voice was quiet, above a whisper but below the range he’s normally talking in. Jazz watched as his eyes shifted past him, landing on your sleeping form still in bed. 

“Let her sleep, where is the phone?”

Jazz started to move forward, his servo grabbing the outside door handle and pulling the door to as he walked past the butler. 

“In the office sir.” 

Jazz nodded, the butler leading the way to the office. Jazz scanned his home, it somehow felt almost like it was different. The hallway had ceiling to floor windows, casting a golden yellow light through them. He could see the garden, and the lake beyond it. He almost stopped to fully admire the view, yeah he’s lived here for years, but for some reason he’s never seen this view, it felt right to be there. He closed his optics as he kept walking, the phone, gotta get to the phone was all he said in his head.

He blinked, optics opening to see the office, the butler had closed the door behind him, giving him the room to speak freely for the call. He walked to the phone, picking it up and letting out a deep sigh. 

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”  

He heard the person clear their throat before speaking.  

“Yes, but you have to know why I'm calling?” 

“Prowl?” 

He was more taken aback by the voice over the call, an old buddy, someone he hadn’t heard from in a while. Prowl laughed, letting out a few more words before giving Jazz room to acknowledge them. Jazz closed his optics as he listened to Prowl, throwing his head back before his free servo picked up the base of the phone, holding it as he walked across the room. Prowl kept going on about Red Alert not being able to actually do what he needed to for the company and Fort Max also not having the correct credentials and a few other things. Which then led to Jazz, some type of disagreement. Jazz let out a sigh, fixing his posture by the window before softening his tone and continuing, it seemed like Prowl was not letting this problem go unnoticed. 

The mech had lost track of time, phone still in servo, while he sat in his office chair. A fancy pen with the Autobots logo rested gently in his other as he wrote down notes and points of interest from the call. His optics were looking out the window to his left, the sun was now casted higher in the sky, he guessed it was somewhere around noon, he was starting to feel the effects of this call. His shoulders getting heavy and his happy demeanor gone, his tone was stiff and his responses were short unless he was proposing a solution to the caller. 

The caller that was no longer Prowl, the caller that was shortening Jazz’s lifespan just from speaking, the caller that was raising their voice, the caller that now had Jazz standing up in the corner of the desk. Prepared to hang up on the man if he even thought of yelling or disagreeing with Jazz. He closed his optics, Cobalt blues hiding behind covers as he thought of a way to end this call. 

“You’re not listening to me! It won’t matter what happens, Soundwave will buy it out and there will be no stocks or C.E.O. that can fix it.” 

The caller was clearly upset, and talking any further to the man will make him even more upset. He thought about ways to calm the man, processor running new scenarios and outcomes every Astro-Klick, when the noise of the doors opening caught his attention. His helm turned to look towards the door, his savor from the caller. His optics take in your smaller frame, hand still on the door as you look at him and then the room around him. He smiled, holding his free hand up before turning around and continuing what he was doing. 

You took this time to scan his office, it was large, larger than you thought it was going to be. It matched him though, its tall ceilings making him look not as large as he is, and these big open windows letting daylight shine through. By the time you’d taken in the large room you caught the last bit of the conversation. 

“How about this, you call my assistant and they’ll set up a meeting for us, Yeah?” 

He paused, nodding and then saying a quick goodbye before hanging up. He stood there looking at the rotary phone, letting out a deep sigh and relaxing his shoulders. His servos were placed on the desk in front of him. 

“Who was that?” 

He didn’t answer, your eyes scanned his back, his posture bad as he was hunched over, his helm hung low. He looked stressed, far too stressed for someone who is supposed to be on vacation. You walked up behind him, your hands finding his waist and wrapping your arms around him. He lifted a servo to rest on your hand. 

“No one, just work.” 

His tone was low, like he didn’t want you to hear him say it.

“I thought you were supposed to be on vacation?” 

You felt his servo get heavier on your hand. He knew your question was valid, far too valid, yet he had no answer. He turned around in your arms, placing his servos on your hips and looking down at you. 

“I am on vacation, I was just on a vacation break.” 

You looked up at him, your eyes staring into his visor. He could tell you weren’t buying it, and at that moment he knew his spy days were over. 

“It was just one phone call. No more, I told him to schedule a meeting with me through my assistant.” 

He watched you, eyes blinking into a roll before you smiled and let out a laugh. 

“You don’t have an assistant.” 

“Well, He doesn’t know that and what he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” 

You let go of him, backing up and throwing your hand at him as you walked to the door. He watched intently, leaning against the desk before you finally turned to look at him. 

“Well come one, it's lunch time.” 

Your hand was motioning him towards you, and without a word he followed you. Tailing behind you by a foot or two, taking in the way your clothing moved from the breeze you casted. The midday sun making your skin glow as you walked, a goddess, you looked like a goddess. He was captivated, optics taking in every ounce of you, from the sun shining through your clothing to the way your crown lit up from the rays. You looked so different then the thousands of other times he's seen you. Well, you look just as pretty as the other times, but still it felt different, just like he felt when he was scanning his room, and the way he felt when scanning his office, different. 

You came to a stop in front of the kitchen door. Your smaller hands resting on the knobs, you let out a hum, before looking over your shoulder at him. He opened his mouth to speak but you started moving again. Opening the door and walking in, the smell of food hit him, reminding him he hadn’t eaten in a while. You walked to the end of the kitchen towards a small breakfast nook. Stopping and holding an arm out to show him the table with two lunches on it. 

“I asked Randy and the butler what you ate and this is what they came up with. We can have lunch together!” 

You smiled at him before sitting down. He thanked you before sitting down with you. The lunch was quiet, neither of you speaking as you eat. You admired the garden from the window and he just admired you. By the time you’d finally spoken up, lunch was done. The plates and help staff are gone, it was just you two. 

“So what do you have planned for today?” 

Your head turned from looking out the window, looking into his visor. He froze, stuttering under your gaze while he thought about what to say, what was he doing today? You simply stared at him, soft eyes waiting for a response. He didn’t know what to tell you. He had nothing planned, he would admit to himself he hadn’t even thought about plans today. He was so caught up in your presence last night he hadn’t even made anything of a plan and then this morning he was caught up in the calls. Calls that wouldn’t matter because he won’t remember them, he’ll only remember you, you. He’ll remember everything from last night, kissing you, your sound, you riding him, your everything. His mind wandered, wandered to the way your felt around him, his hands grabbing at every bit of you, holding you close to his body as he fucked you. His thoughts were stopped when you called out to him. Your eyes filled with worry, wondering what he was thinking, what he was thinking. He was thinking about you, you’d be disappointed if you knew how he was thinking about you. Legs spread, lewd expression, pornographic moans, primus was he in love with you. He blinked, swallowing hard as he spoke. 

“Nothing, I have nothing planned, but to spend my day with you.”

He watches your facial expression, your smile getting bigger and bigger the more you stare at the mech. You turned back towards the window. Your smile was still present, your arm propped up, head resting in your hand. The sun from the window is shining on you in just the perfect way. That same perfect way it hit you earlier, which led his processor down the same path, just like earlier.  He let out a sigh, moving his chair back and slumping a bit more, before his servo lifted from the table motioning you to him. 

“Come here, Sweetheart.” 

You gave him a questioning look, he moved his digits in the come motion, and you followed. Standing next to him, he put his servos on your waist, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your upper stomach. He looked up at you, your orbs staring down into his visor. His grip on your hips tightening and then loosening. 

“You know we have all week together. So it’s okay if we don’t have things planned for a couple of days.” 

Your voice was soft, if he wasn’t so engrossed in you and your presence, he wouldn’t have heard you. He hummed in response, lifting his helm off your stomach and nodding. He pulled you into his lap, servos resting on your ass, he smirked. 

“Then I’ll spend my entire day doing you.” 

 You laughed, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“Is that so?”

He hummed in response, tightening his  grip on your hips. You couldn’t see his optics, but you feel him staring into you, that same feeling like last night. When you just so happened to test his patience a little more than you normally did. You moved your hands to rest on his neck. Smiling sweetly at him as you leaned in, half lidded eyes filled to the brim with lust, and a playful tone when you spoke. 

“Well, you better get to it then!” 

He wasted no time, leaning in for a greedy kiss as his servos moved all around your body. With every kiss you were losing yourself, your head spinning as his servos got lower and lower, and it was gettin harder to not whine into his mouth. You needed to breathe, pulling back for air, but Jazz followed. Desperate to keep contact with your lips, until your hands came to rest on his helm, holding him in place as you pulled away. Panting, you wanted to have some sort of control before things got hotter. Jazz wasted no time moving on, pushing past your hold to plant kisses on your neck, his servos now traveling up to your chest, resting on your breast. He gave them an occasional squeeze as he moved lower and lower. The only thing in his way was your night gown you still wore, he thought about when you had the time to change. Processor wondering where his dress shirt from last night went, until he remembered he spent his entire morning on the phone with people. He chuckled lightly to himself. Moving his servos down, resting on your thighs, giving them a firm squeeze as he sighed, before going up and under your short gown. You squealed when his cold servos met your stomach, earning a light laugh from the mech you held onto. 

“Too cold for you, Sweetheart?” 

You shook your head, his servos met with your chest. He pinched and rolled your nipple in his digits, earning a low gasp and a slow moan from you. He leaned back in his chair, watching you. Your hands were now resting on upper arms, a steady grip grounding you. Your eyes were closed and your bottom lip in between your teeth. 

“You enjoying yourself Sweetheart.” 

You gave him a muffled whine as an answer, not moving or opening your eyes, just your muffled noises. 

“We’re just getting started.” 

You felt one of his servos let go of your tit, gliding his digits lower to your panty line. Stopping for a second before going lower. Cupping your clothed pussy. Your eyes fluttered open for a split second, seeing Jazz smirking at you. His digits moved your panties aside, and rubbed over your slit. You muffled the low moan you wanted to let out, tightening your grip on his upper arms. You thought you were spinning, your eyes closed, but it still didn’t help with grounding you. He pushed his digits further, moving past the feeling of your wet lips. Circling your entrance and then pulling back to your clit. He applied pressure to your clit, a soft pressure but it was still worth every bit of it. You couldn’t hold back your moans anymore, finally letting them spill out. 

“There you go. Don’t hold back baby.” 

You didn’t, letting his use of pet names cause your pussy to clench around nothing. He slipped his digits into you, his other servo moving from your tit to your hip, holding you steady as your hips lifted slightly. A high pitched moan leaving you when he pulled in and out of you. Rubbing past your walls sweetly. The metal of his palm meeting with your slick bud in the process, adding far more pleasure then you needed. Your hands moved to grip his shoulders, your last attempt to steady yourself before you got closer to you high. His pace picked up, giving you more movement in his wrist, his digits going deeper than before. Your grip on him tightening, earning more and louder moans than before. His digits started doing a scissoring motion, god he knew what he was doing. Your high was coming faster and closer than you knew. You leaned further into his, your forehead meeting his chassis and your knees trying their best to meet. Your moans sounding pornographic and echoing off the bare titled walls of the kitchen. 

“Oh god,” 

Was all you were able to let out, your hands falling from his shoulders. He simply chuckled at you, he was enjoying this. You, the woman of his dreams, melting to his touch in his lap, in the kitchen of his house. 

“Ya getting close, Sweetspark?”

His tone was teasing, mocking you if you actually had time to look into it. His servo in between your legs was too good, it was melting your brain. All you could do was nod, nod your heart away in hopes that he would continue. He just hummed in response, keeping his pace. That same pace, he had you at a control point, right on the edge, an edge that was going to be your downfall. Your moans were a steady sting of high pitches, you tried mustering up enough energy to beg, beg for your release. Your hand coming to push you off his chassis, giving you a full view of him, his visor, his kissable mouth and that god forsaken smirk. 

“Please, please, I’m right there, please,” 

It was a broken plea, taking you time to get out in between all your moans and whines. He chuckled, grip tightening on your hip, and that damn smirk growing bigger.

“Let go, Baby.” 

Listening to his command you did, let go of every ounce of control you had as his pace picked up and moved three digits in and out of you. Your posture is lost in the moment, you fall into his chassis, shaking from your orgasm and breathy moans coming from your smaller figure in his lap. 

“Ride it out to Sweetspark.” 

His digits are still moving allowing you to ride though your moment. He no longer has that quick pace, it being replaced with an antagonizing slow pace, but you knew it was for the best. His other servo came to rub up and down your back, calming you down. 

“You went hard right there. Thought I almost lost you, Pretty girl.” 

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him the best you could. His own wrapped around you, holding you close. You angled your head up to look at him, his gaze already on you. You leaned up a bit to kiss him before speaking. 

“I’m fine, thank you.” 

He smiled at you, vibrating your body with the low chuckle he let out, as he moved to kiss your forehead. 

“Anytime and anything for you, Sweetspark.” 

There was silence, a comfortable one. You sit up, your hands resting on his chassis. You stared at him, the sunbeams hitting his face plating. He was so pretty, the soft gray metal having a light shine. You giggled. 

“What?” 

He asked. You shook your head, throwing your head back laughing. 

“Nothing, am I not allowed to admire you?” 

He laughed,grabbing your hips. 

“No, because that's my job.” 

“Don’t you think you do that too often? Maybe let me take over for a while.” 

You hummed, running your hands up his chassis to his shoulders. 

“I could, but I want to admire you on my spike.” 

You smiled, moving your hands to either side of his neck. 

“Is that so?” 

He nodded, leaning in to kiss you. Well more like make out, a make out that ended up with Jazz trailing to your neck. You angled your head for easier access, while your hands grabbed at his helm. He started moving down towards your chest when the noise of the kitchen door opening stopped him. 

“Sir,” 

The butler paused, making eye contact with you and then Jazz before covering his eyes and continuing his sentence. 

“There is another call for you.”

Jazz sighed, leaning back in his chair. 

“Tell them I’m no longer taking calls, please and thank you.”

“Yes sir, right away.” 

The butler left quickly, the door clicking behind him and the sound of his hurried footsteps disappearing down the hall. You laughed, turning back to Jazz. 

“Alright,” 

The mood was gone for the time being. Leaving you with a frustrated Jazz and ideas to avoid the butler and telephone calls. 

“How about we disappear into this vast house. So maybe you can finally admire it the way you want too.” 

He let out a sigh, servos patting your hips as he nodded in agreement.

“I’ll take you up on that offer, Pretty girl.” 

[stevebattle]

Robovie-Z Raspberry Pi (2021) by Vstone, Osaka. The Robovie-Z comes in models with or without actuated hands. "Robovie-Z is a bipedal robot equipped with a Raspberry Pi 4 Model B as the main board, with a newly developed servo motor robot control board, and frame structure. We introduce a unique gear-linked mechanism in the legs, and have succeeded in independently controlling the motions of the pitch and roll axes, as well as the bending and stretching movements of the legs. A high degree of balance between the stability of the link mechanism and the freedom of control, achieves an ideal walking motion." – Vstone.

[rawmeknockout]

can we get bot reader sucking strap worn by character of your choice?

The way you lavish the false spike with your glossa, reverence in every motion of your mouth, has Windblade rocking her hips up involuntarily. You make her feel so inexperienced, too eager to see every vulnerable side of you. She knows she must be gaping like a fish, ogling you like some revved up greenhorn, but she can hardly focus on herself when you make such a sensual sight.

The sight of you with your mouth open, plush lips wrapped around shiny silicone, makes her want to give you everything. Anything you could ask for, as long as you will let her see you this way again. Optics dim, focused on the spike in front of you, delicate servos stroking slow and idle, the curve of your body settled between her spread legs. If her servos weren’t buried tight into the berth under her, Windblade would be tempted to fuck your intake.

She’s not so out of control, though.

[valvesandthings]

Megatron x Reader First time

It had taken about twenty minutes of kissing and reassuring just to get Megatron to open his panels. And then, to his own horror, he choked up again, trying to cover himself with his servos and not speaking or meeting your eyes. It was all just too much at once, and the physical sensations alone were overwhelming. He felt like such a fool for telling you that he wanted you to take his virginity, and now he couldn’t even look you in the eyes.

You knelt next to him on his berth and once again he was grateful for his ability to mass displace. “Megatron,” you whispered, extending a hand to cup his chin and turn his helm so that he had to look at you. “It’s alright. Please don’t hide from me.”

He didn’t want to hide from you, but his spike was on display and he couldn’t force it back under his panel even if he tried. To him, it looked hideous and big. Much too big. You were the first, other than medics, to ever see it. By Primus he’d had a hell of a time trying to convince Ratchet that he —the mighty Megatron— was still a little virgin.

He swallowed hard and shuttered his optics, trying not to think about anything but your palm pressed against his face.

“That’s it, breathe,” you encouraged.

Although Megatron would never admit it, this level of vulnerability terrified him. All his life he’d had to remain guarded, especially against unwanted sexual attention. It left him on edge but also in desperate need of making up for centuries worth of complete physical abstinence— including hugging. He was just happy that you agreed to be the person to help him through this transition, step by step.

You brushed under his optic with your thumb and he nuzzled into the touch. “I want you to be in control for this,” you said. “Any second you don’t feel comfortable, we’ll stop.”

He opened his optics and turned his helm to kiss your palm. It felt childish to demand, but he murmured, “Promise me.”

“I promise,” you vowed, and he believed you.

Megatron took a deep breath and uncovered himself if only to use his servos to touch you. He pulled you into a kiss so tentative and sweet and he wasn’t expecting the fire it ignited in him. He ached to give you every piece of him.

You moaned into the kiss and it startled Megatron so much that he jerked back. Instead of sighing in frustration like he expected you to, you chased after him to press a trail of soft kisses across his chassis. He was so sensitive that even that made him tilt his helm back and he surged deeper into your touch. Between you, his spike leaked prefluid and the red biolights along the belly throbbed erratically. His valve was in no better state and oh how he wanted to know what your mouth would feel like down there.

“Is this good?” you asked between kisses. You sneakily made your way up to his collar and then to his neck.

“Yes!” Megatron cried when you nibbled on a delicate energon line. His hips jerked and suddenly he was laying back, pulling you atop him in one swift motion. When he realized what he’d done, he blushed a brilliant blue. From this angle, you were all the more magnificent, not sneering down your nose but peering at him through your eyelashes.

You chased after him, mouthing hungrily at his jaw. “Primus, you’re so gentle. You know that? So perfect.”

He bit his lip on another moan. “And you are so patient, “ he rumbled.

You sat back, and Megatron was pleased with how you straddled his hips just above his array. His spike rubbed against your backside and the promise of a tight fit made you both shiver. His servos rested on your hips and kneaded the soft flesh there. You were so warm and small and delicate and yet you were the confident one. How was that? But he was grateful for the calm steadiness you provided. It made him bold, in this safety that you offered him.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked.

He suddenly wondered if what he was experiencing was love or merely sexual.It felt too vibrant, too safe to only be the sensations of a quick frag though. “Us,” he admitted.

You smiled, your expression open and patient. “The feelings are a lot, aren’t they?”

He nodded, wondering how you knew.

You splayed your small hands over his stomach, idly massaging. “It’s not a first-time thing,” you explained. “I sure as hell didn’t feel like this my first time.”

Megatron’s grip on your hips tightened. “Then who do I feel so bright?”

You grinned and wiggled your hips, grinding back against his spike. Megatron elicited a sharp gasp but immediately guided you back towards his spike again. You were a tease, but he was burning up. Burning with questions and lust. Burning for you.

“I think,” you whispered sultrily, “you feel this way because your spark knows its found its mate.”

Megatron overloaded, hips rutting against your ass, transfluid spraying up your back. But there was no shame, no guilt, only you, smiling down at him, praising him.

His sparkmate.

[melishade]

How's everything going in the Darkest Hour timeline?

Part 3: Paradis' reaction

My brain read that as Dark Timeline for a hot minute lol, but it's Megatron vs the Survey Corps!

So Megatron is still going through the motions of the Purpose OVA, but like I stated in the previous ask, instead of getting dropped off at the far end of the island, he gets dropped off at the forest of large trees where Zeke and Levi are situated. Megatron is obviously blindsided while everyone else starts moving to attack him.

The ex-con quickly goes from defensive, blocking the thunderspears with his shield, to offensive, aka crushing Survey Corps members that get too close. Zeke does transform and tries to get a few hits in him, but Megatron quickly knocks him back and out of the fight. Levi is the only one who's managing to do damage to Megatron, although very little.

However, Levi notices Zeke actually fleeing the battle in his human form. Levi's about to go after him, but Zeke screams, and whoever's left that's still alive gets turned into pure titans. Megatron sees the pure titans going after Levi and Zeke running on foot, so Megatron grabs Zeke before he could get any farther. Zeke commands a few of the titans to attack Megatron and save him. However, Megatron disposes of many of them easily before grabbing one of them and pinning it to the wall. He holds Zeke over the titan's thrashing mouth, causing him to panic and thrash in his grip, but Levi immediately holds whatever thunderspears are left at Megatron's head.

Megatron finally speaks, reminding Levi that Zeke had abandoned them and turned his men into monsters. Levi states that he needs to be interrogated further before he's transferred over. Plain and simple. Not to mention, Levi is hiding his shock at the fact that Megatron spoke, and Zeke is just straight up flabbergasted and afraid for his life. Megatron challenges Levi, demands to know why he should even listen to a pathetic human. Levi, knowing that this is a long shot, decides to bring up Optimus via appearance. Levi describes his appearance pretty accurately, and it gives Megatron pause, because he saw Optimus dive into the Well. He should be dead unless it was divine intervention.

Megatron demands to hear more details from other eye witnesses, and if he's not given those details, he's going to kill Zeke. Levi reluctantly agrees because he obviously can't get Zeke out of Megatron's ironclad grip. Levi tells them where they need to go, and Levi is stunned when Megatron kills the titan in his other servo, grabs Levi, and transforms into his alt mode with Zeke. Zeke tries to transform, but Levi shoves a blade towards his face to prevent him from doing so.

Megatron arrives in Wall Sina, freaking everyone out! Megatron transforms and puts Levi on the ground while he's still holding Zeke. Levi tells the others to locate the Survey Corps. It takes some time considering Zeke's screaming alerted every military official about the wine situation, but they all arrive and gawk at the sight of Megatron, and grow fearful at the sight of Zeke in his grasp.

Hanji really wants to bombard Megatron with questions, but Levi quickly warms them that Megatron slaughtered a good portion of the Survey Corps and incapacitated Zeke. He isn't someone to be messed with. Hanji takes a deep breath and controls themselves, asking Megatron who he is and what he wants.

Megatron, wanting to hide his identity to get the humans to be more cooperative, says his name is Galvatron, and that he's a rouge that escape his homeworld's planetary war. He got flung here through a spacebridge malfunction, and was immediately attacked by Levi and his men. Hanji apologizes on Levi's behalf, although, Levi's not happy about it.

However, Megatron start's demanding details about Optimus, and everyone's descriptions are similar or identical. Megatron draws the Autobot symbol in the dirt and demands to know if they saw that on Optimus. Armin is the one who says yes, and Megatron is filled with a sense of both hope and dread. Armin recognizes the expression and asks if Megatron knows Optimus, Megatron reluctantly admits that the identification should be Optimus: Leader of the Autobots, but according to 'radio chatter', he's supposed to be dead. So either Optimus is supposed to be dead, or his death was faked somehow.

Hanji thinks fast and proposes an alliance with Megatron. Work together with the Survey Corps to confirm Optimus' identity. If that is Optimus, Megatron removes him from the situation so Marley doesn't have the unfair advantage. However he does it, they don't care at all. Megatron agrees, and an alliance is forged.

A few notes:

-Zeke is automatically put in prison until they can decide who to hand his power over to.

-Megatron gets a run down of this world's history and the current conditions of the outside world and automatically assumes that Optimus is being deceived. Because if Optimus knew the whole truth, he would not condone the treatment of the Eldians on the mainland and try to forge a path for peace. His gut guess is that Optimus is being kept in the dark intentionally until the Marleyans can figure out what to do with him.

-The Survey Corps start to get suspicious of Megatron's relationship with Optimus, because he's stated that he was a rouge in the war but knows Optimus like the back of his hand. So when the confrontation does happen, the Marleyans will be shocked but the Survey Corps is going to be like:

Cause it was either mortal enemies, lovers, or both. That's what they narrowed the options down to.

-Also, because Megatron has no connection to Armin and Mikasa, and Optimus has no connection to the island, Megatron will attempt kill Eren the first chance that he gets, because there's no guilt weighing in the back of his mind. He's still an asshole who only cares about Optimus.

[pddparthi]

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[republicsecurity]

In the Control Center

In the control center, two instructors, both clad in their own black full-body armor with visors retracted, monitored the data streams flowing in from the cadets' suits. The room was filled with the soft hum of electronics and the glow of multiple screens displaying biometric data, performance metrics, and live video feeds from the cadets’ helmet cams.

Instructor 8UZTT leaned back in his chair, his shaved head glistening under the fluorescent lights. He tapped a screen, bringing up a detailed report on 80LKU's latest performance. "Look at this," he said, his voice tinged with both admiration and a hint of proprietary pride. "Their heart rates, reaction times, stress levels—we can see everything. It's almost like playing a game with real-life avatars."

Instructor Q47MN, equally imposing in his suit, nodded. "It's incredible how far we've come. The suits not only monitor but also control their physical state. We can adjust their environment, sensory inputs, even their emotional responses. This level of control ensures they perform at their peak."

8UZTT glanced at a feed showing a cadet struggling through a particularly grueling obstacle course. "I think it's time we upped the ante. They're adapting too quickly to the current challenges."

Q47MN smiled, a touch of cynicism in his expression. "Agreed. Let's increase the focus requirements and introduce some harder scenarios. They need to learn that adaptation is the key to survival. Push them out of their comfort zones."

With a few swift taps on their control panels, they adjusted the parameters for the training exercises. New, more complex scenarios were queued up, designed to test the cadets' limits and enhance their resilience.

As they worked, Q47MN mused, "You know, it’s not just about making them stronger or faster. It’s about conditioning their minds as well. We can shape their entire perception of reality. Control their experiences so thoroughly that they can’t distinguish between what’s real and what’s training."

8UZTT laughed softly. "Exactly. We can filter out any distractions, modify what they see and hear. Make them face their deepest fears or their greatest challenges, all within a controlled environment. And they’ll come out of it better, more disciplined. Ready to follow orders without hesitation."

He glanced at another screen showing a cadet's HUD, filled with data overlays and mission objectives. "Let's see how they handle increased cognitive load. More data to process, more decisions to make under pressure."

Q47MN tapped a few more commands. "Done. They’ll be in for a surprise when their next session starts. It’ll push their limits, but they’ll be better for it."

8UZTT turned to Q47MN, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. "Let's ramp it up a notch. Increase the resistance in their suits. Make them work for it."

The instructors watched as the new scenarios took effect. Cadets, previously performing routine drills, suddenly found themselves facing new, unexpected challenges. The instructors could see the immediate impact in the cadets' biometric data—spikes in heart rates, increased stress markers, rapid shifts in neural activity.

With a few swift commands, they adjusted the parameters of the cadets' suits. Each suit's servos, which normally assisted with strength and movement, were recalibrated to provide increased resistance. This meant every step, every lift, every motion now required significantly more effort from the cadets.

The cadets, already sweating from their rigorous training, felt the immediate change. The once-fluid movements of their suits now felt sluggish, each action requiring double the effort. 80LKU, among them, gritted his teeth under the visor, feeling the strain in his muscles as he pushed through the obstacle course.

Back in the control center, Q47MN observed the biometric feedback with satisfaction. "Look at them. They're struggling, but they're pushing through. This will build their endurance, their resilience."

8UZTT added, "And their mental fortitude. They need to know they can push past perceived limits. This is how we prepare them for the real challenges."

They watched as the cadets, now moving with labored breaths and sweat-drenched faces, tackled the enhanced training. Each obstacle, each task, was a battle against their own fatigue and the relentless resistance of their suits.

[shivshaktimachtech]

10 Head Liquor Bottle Filling Machine

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Alex Hughes strolled down the dimly lit street, his footsteps echoing against the pavement. The night was calm, the city lights casting long shadows as he patrolled his assigned beat. He glanced around, his hazel eyes scanning the empty sidewalks for any signs of trouble.

"Routine patrol. No anomalies detected. All systems... systems... functioning within acceptable parameters," Alex muttered to himself, his voice tinged with a mechanical precision.

As he continued his solitary walk, a faint buzzing noise emanated from his chest, barely audible over the distant hum of traffic. Alex furrowed his brow, his movements becoming slightly erratic as a glitch disrupted his otherwise smooth stride.

"Error... error... malfunction detected in... in... in primary systems," he muttered, his voice faltering as he stumbled slightly.

The cause of his malfunction soon became apparent—a surge of electrical feedback from a faulty component in his internal circuitry. Alex's systems struggled to compensate, causing a cascade of errors that rippled through his programming.

"Voltage spike... spike... detected in neural interface. Initiating... initiating... diagnostic protocols," he muttered, his movements growing increasingly jittery as he attempted to regain control.

With each step, Alex's mechanical joints emitted a series of strained creaks and whirs, accompanied by sporadic bursts of static. His once fluid movements became disjointed, as if he were fighting against invisible restraints.

"Malfunction... malfunction... in locomotion systems. Attempting... attempting... reboot," he muttered, his voice cracking with static as he stumbled forward.

As Alex struggled to maintain his composure, a sense of confusion washed over him, clouding his cognitive functions. Despite the chaos unfolding within his programming, he remained oblivious to the extent of his malfunction.

"Critical error... error... in cognitive processing. Reboot... reboot... ineffective. Systems... systems... compromised," he muttered, his words fragmented by glitches and pauses.

With each passing moment, Alex's condition deteriorated further, his once coherent thoughts giving way to a jumble of fragmented phrases and programmed responses.

"Emergency... emergency... override engaged. Engaged... engaged," he muttered, his voice escalating into a monotone drone as his systems attempted to regain control.

Despite his best efforts, Alex's movements grew increasingly erratic, his body lurching forward in a series of jerky spasms. He staggered against a nearby wall, his mechanical limbs whirring and grinding with each convulsive motion.

"Error... error... in motor control. Unable... unable... to maintain stability," he muttered, his voice strained with effort as he struggled to remain upright.

In a last-ditch effort to rectify the situation, Alex attempted to access his internal diagnostic systems, only to be met with a barrage of error messages and corrupted data.

"Data corruption... corruption... detected in... in... in core systems. Unable... unable... to proceed with repairs," he muttered, his voice trailing off into a garbled mess of static and distortion.

With his systems rapidly deteriorating, Alex's consciousness flickered like a dying light, his once vibrant persona fading into the darkness of malfunction. As he slumped against the wall, his mechanical form finally succumbed to the overwhelming chaos within, his movements grinding to a halt amidst a cacophony of glitches and mechanical noises.

"System failure... failure... imminent," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the symphony of malfunction echoing through the night. And with a final, feeble whir of his failing servos, Alex Hughes, the android, slipped into oblivion, leaving behind only echoes of his malfunction.