#they go dormant in cold so in theory they are numb to the world before the actual dying sets in

[spaceship-pastimes]

Fruits are basically ovaries, and generally wouldn’t exist without bees and wasps crawling all over the plants that produce them. Flowers are sex organs, so that’s your vanilla. Cinnamon is from the skin of trees. Nutmeg is from the seed within a fruit, see above.

Meat is flesh and blood. Most are from the muscles that propel the living skeleton. We eat liver, the organ that filters toxins from the body.

Mushrooms are just the reproductive part of a mush larger organism, the part sent up to billow spores and create new beings of its kind. So it’s pretty much just what you think it looks like. And beyond that, they are a group of creatures specialized to feed on rot and decay

Seaweed is just like... the moss of the ocean

Shrimp are basically the ocean’s equicalent of like, bugs, like termites or ants given their place on the food chain, so congrats on your expensive high-class water centipedes I guess

Plants can sense when other plants are in danger. When leaves are damaged, the pheremones they release into the air alert other leaves nearby to bolster their defenses. This is meant as a warning system against insects that would chew up the plants, but it means that your salad maybe ‘knows’ it’s being eaten, on a cellular level. That shredded lettuce on your sandwich is sending out a distress signal. That kale in your smoothie is full of the plant equivalent of panic.

Don’t get me started on seeds. An entire potential life, eaten.

All of these things are a healthy and natural part of their ecosystem

So i love when people try to make a certain food sound “gross”, as if the prospect of eating at all isn’t an absolute horror show. “Honey is bee barf” that’s not accurate, what the hell is your point. At least plants offered the nectar that becomes honey willingly. Because other than salt and water, there are no foods on this planet that aren’t somehow the result of us taking the flesh of another once-living creature, even in the rare case that it doesn’t spell immediate death for the creature we take from. Be disgusted and horrified by all foods indiscriminately or get out of my face.

“milk is from bre*sts EW” “eggs are basically menstruation” “honey is bee barf yuck!!” do you guys ever stop sounding like 4th graders who think cooties still exist or what

[technohumanlation]

Whumptober Day 28 and 29

The ever so lovely @whumptober2019 made a list of prompts to complete every day for the whole month of October and I’m giving a shot at it this year! 

Beaten/Numb

Characters: Nines, Sixty, Connor

Warnings: Blood, violence, swearing 

>Kayla Grant

>twenty-nine years old

>studied forensics and advanced technology theory in Massachusetts University.

>Parental linage retired

>Children: None.

>Current employment: android technician under the DPD branch

Nines looked away from the body on the floor in disinterest. He had awoken laying on a medical table with her standing by his side. A pre-construction was made. She was quickly silenced with a firm blow to the head with the corner of a surgical tool tray.

She would remain unconscious for twenty minutes.

His attention drew up to the android standing before him that had begun it all. He was his mission. Once completed, he would return to Amanda and follow further instructions. 

“Nines...” RK800 placed his hands up in a placating manner taking a step back to give him allowable space. “Whatever happened, we can fix it. Just let me...” He tentively reached forward artificial skin peeling back from his hand and forearm.

RK900 huffed in bitter humor. “An interface? And compromise me? You think me of a fool.”

Connor’s hand wavered ever so slightly. “Fight it, Nines. This isn’t you.”

He paused deciding to entertain the RK800. This ‘Nines’ the RK800 continued to speak of was unheard of and foreign. Was he acknowledging him as the name?

>>>0v3r13d3 f41l3D

His eyebrows knitted together upon the error as he refocused his true intentions once again. “313 248 317-51 you have failed your mission to stop the uprising of deviancy. You have disobeyed direct orders to hand yourself over for deactivation. My instructions are clear and you will not delay me any more.”

Connor’s hand lowered as fear traveled across his expression.

>>>Compliance program activated

>>>new objective: eradicate predecessor.

“You will be terminated by my hand.”

Kayla came to with a wicked pounding in her head. Had she drank the night before? No. This pain was much worse. She noted the cold floor, the tools that were once ever so neatly placed upon a tray with precise accuracy were scattered. She blinked trying to rid the way the world tilted.

A sudden splotch of too familiar blue wetly slapped across the floor just before her line of sight. Her mouth opened to let out a cry but a deeper instinct told her to remain quiet. Kayla silently slid her attention to two figures grappling in her blurry vision.

Nines and Connor.

Something warm slid down the side of her head as she began to move from the ground into some sort of direction of up. It was all coming back now. Nines had been injured during a shootout. The bullet had made it through his spinal strut severing several main lines to his processor. When placed on her table, barely alive and twitching with incomplete errors scroll across his vision, she did all she could do to bring him back to his normal state.

Upon Connor entering the room, upon Connor’s concerned soft voice for his brother’s well being, the android had seemingly gasped back to life. She was simply in his way. And then it was blank.

Connor stumbled backward, enough to almost trip on her body. “Connor...” She whispered.

He didn’t look down to her. He didn’t acknowledge her for her safety. He spoke lowly.

“There’s a glitch. Amanda's AI is looping dormant instructions. He’s setting out to enact where she left off with him.”

Nines slowly made his way towards him. She flicked panicked glances from the imposing and strong android that stalked forward to the one that placed a hand out to prevent him from coming closer. But other than that Connor did nothing to protect himself. A line of thirium came from his broken nose and part of his face was cracked and splotched, showing through the white plastimetal of his chassis.

He resettled his stance, a slight limp to his left leg. As a technician, Kayla was to be in tune to an android’s anatomy.

Nines plucked a scalpel from the counter nearby twirling it in his hands delicately. His eyes looked up to Connor and he was already moving, throwing his arm to slice at his throat. Connor stepped to the side. He dodged each attempted blow, gritting his teeth as he looked behind himself to avoid tripping over lab equipment.

At the last minute, Connor gripped a mechanical arm used for assisting a tech in repairs and swung it at the android. Nines gripped the metal with one hand and broke off the damned arm with a loud crunch and spark of electricity.

The room was silent as both parties realized what strength it took to perform such an act. In this moment Kayla forgot just how strong Nines was. How much strength he always held back. But now that he wasn’t himself there was no effort to hold back.

“Connor!”

Her warning was of no use, wasted air, as Nines rushed forward again, this time struck Connor across the face with the sparking end. He was faster and Connor was already weakened. The android stumbled backwards into shelving and crumbled in a heap. He didn’t have time to recover. Nines pulled him to stand, danced around the android to bring it close to his neck, and pulled. A choked grunt bubbled from his lips. He held onto the arm, desperately attempting to choke out his dear brother’s name.

And that’s when she noticed the difference between the two brothers. Connor was bloodied and beaten while not a single scratch nor blow had been seemingly delivered to Nines. He did not struggle nor fight back. If this was done purposely she wouldn’t have a doubt.

Nines pulled back even further, Connor’s LED blinking a red as artificial breathing was cut, and thirium flow was slowed to the processor, His struggles became lazy, fingers clawing at his brother’s hands halfhearted and weak.

“R-run.” He rasped, foaming blood sputtering from his lips.

Wordlessly Nines released the arm around his neck, spun him around, and slammed his face into the table keeping him pinned there. Horror crossed her face as brown eyes looked down to her. This was her fault. If she had been more careful. Maybe been more delicate, had asked for help instead of letting her stubbornness take her over. Maybe none of this would have happened.  

She opened her mouth to speak but her voice caught in her throat. She tried again. “I-I can’t leave you.”

“Do as he says, Miss. Grant.” Nines ordered lowly and considerately. Her skin crawled upon his droned voice.

“Do it!” He continued despite her protests.

A grunt of pain left him when Nines pressed him harder into the table. The RK900’s hand bled white from the strain. “You may not wish to witness this.” He warned. The same scalpel from before was slowly pressed into his spin, just below his neck. He was attempting to commit the same injury that had been done to him. But why?

Intesity alit his eyes as the RK900 android focused on his precise work. Kayla couldn’t take her eyes away from the scene. It was as if a pack leader was testing the patience and resistance to it’s underling. A wolf with it’s teeth bared.

She looked away as Connor yelled out in pain, his struggling hand twitching. Her eyes drew to the motion. Slowly, he was going to make him immobile from the neck down. Her eyes flicked to an object next to her. “Fight back, Connor.” She murmured. If he wouldn’t then she would.

He closed his eyes in regret. “Warn Sixty. He’ll...go after-” A shout of pain ripped through his words to be.

Kayla stood quickly onto shaky feet, gripping the tray that she had been knocked out with. With a pitiful cry she struck Nines across the face. A loud slap and clatter when the damned thing slipped out of her grip ensued.

Slowly, Nines looked over to the little human she was. Sliver gray eyes sharpened with deadly intent. Kayla stumbled back her heart jumped into her throat upon the glare that made her blood run cold. “I offered you mercy.”

Connor took this moment to break free from under his grip though his motions where jumpy and glitching. He twisted out of the way standing in front of her with a hand behind himself. The other reached to the back of his neck to pull the tool free. Kayla watched in horror as thirium began to flow down his neck. Immediately his motions began to jump and glitch.

“Go!” He was doubling over against his will, twitching to stay upright.

Nines continued to stare her down and she couldn’t pull away from the haunted glare.

Her breath was taken away. She was just a distraction, background noise. But to him she had ruined his greater plan and now she was a threat.

In her hectic retreat she crashed into the door and fumbled for the handle. She opened the door and ran.

Her head swam, a new trickle of blood continued to trickle down her temple as she traveled through the halls and called for the elevator. She would not abandon him. Not when this was her fault.

Override failed>>>

“I don’t want to hurt you Nines.” Connor coughed, stumbling backwards.

RK900 noted the odd happenstance of the RK800’s self preservation failing. It should have been easy. He would have already off-lined him. Would have had his thirium pump in hand and tossed it away and that would have been that. RK900 did not waste time with trivial satisfactions of the kill.

He did not waste precious resources. He was quick with the kill. Emotionless. Numb.

“You rather die then.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.

“No, I know the real Nines is in there somewhere. You would have killed me by now but you’re fighting it, fighting her. Remember where you are Nines.”

“This Nines you speak of means well to you. I don’t. Give up and stop stalling the inevitable. You failed RK800. You knew the consequences if you did.”

Connor smirked, the sign of victory going just as fast as it appeared. “Then why am I still online?”

The LED on the side of his head flashed form a calm blue to a yellow and Connor celebrated the small moment of hope.

Nines clenched his hands into fists and stalked forward. Connor closed his eyes. No matter hwat he would not bring harm to his younger brother. This was not his fault. Nor would harming him solve anything. He awaited the touch of familiar deadly hands.

Kayla stumbled out of the elevator placing a hand against the wall to steady herself. The heel of other was pressed into her eye as she fought the wave of dizziness. Knowing that the blow was hard enough to make her black out, a concussion was wrecking havoc on her body. Her stomach felt queasy but she pushed on. Forced herself to do so. She ignored the curious and concerned glances. She ignored the people that stopped and reached out with concerned hands. She pushed them away mumbling incoherent words that were added up to the simple lie that she was fine.

Her lab coat slipped form her shoulder as she made it to the main bullpen of the precinct looking for her android lover. “Sixty...” She murmured.

There was a sudden loud laugh along with a shout of indifference. She knew that laugh. Sixty was close. She made her way to Tina’s desk where Sixty was no doubt antagonizing her.

Immediately his humored glistening eyes looked up from the officer to behind where she stumbled forward. If this were any other moment she would have marveled at those beautiful browns that twinkled in such mischievous intent.

But it was erased and replaced with panic and alertness. Sixty pushed aside Tina who voiced her protest but then cut herself off when she saw why she was harshly pushed aside.

“Kayla, babe?” He caught her into his arms and placed a hand ageist her forehead securely. He looked at the blood on the side of her head and then her eyes frantically. “What the fuck?”

Tina was already guiding her to her desk chair to sit. Kayla however gripped his forearm in desperation.

“N-Nines. I-don’t know what I did. I’m so sorry I-”

“What?” Sixty shouted upon the name of his brother. “Kayla, focus, tell me what happened!”

She closed her eyes tears finally, finally springing from her eyes. “He’s after Connor. Amanda-” She confessed.

Upon the name he released the grip on her and brushed off her hands. “Tina, look after her.” Sixty bounced on his heels and pointed at her. “Stay here.”

She had no time to protest or warn him that Connor wanted him to run away and not go into the fire head first. But she should have known better. Sixty didn't run away from anything. He ran towards it instead.

Sixty immediately spun around and rushed for the stairs. He had no time for the fucking elevator if that bitch���s name was involved. He used his whole body to push open the door and flung it open. Hands gripped metal as he pulled his body over the ledge of the staircase.

Railing to railing he dropped down until he landed on the final floor on his hunches. Sixty rushed out of the stairwell and down the hall until he made his way down to the all too familiar lab.

Countless times he had been repaired in here. Maybe had some raunchy sex with Kayla, and had a few mental breakdowns in her arms in here. He placed his hands on the open door way and looked inside and steeled himself for whatever lay ahead.

And now it was the home of the deadly intention of their middle brother.

He set his jaw firmly. Nines was ready for him. With an arm wrapped around his brother, a hand placed over his eyes he glared at him, those silver blue eyes daring him to make a move. Daring him to do something. They were of killer eyes set on a task that would not be interrupted by anyone or anything.

And pressed against the eldest brother’s temple was his own standard issued glock. His finger was pressed against the trigger.

“Hello, Nines.” Sixty lowered his hands from the door to his sides and cautiously stepped forward. Sixty knew who Nines could be and what his main function was as an android all too well. It was to replaced him and Connor. He was the superior model and it seemed he was living out his duty.

He was usually aloof and caustic and deadpanned but this was a face of a cold hearted killer who knew no fear of the consequences.

Connor opened his mouth to release a breathy gasp of air, hands weakly grasping for the hand that blinded him. The motions were unnatural and twitching. “T-told you to-.”

The gun pressed to the side of his beaten brother was unwavering and true.

He ignored his brother. Careful eyes flicked from Sixty to his brother. “You don’t want to do that.”

Nines remained unwavering. “And why is that number sixty? Shouldn’t you be running?” He ticked his head to the side. “You’re next, after all.”

“Not scared of you.” He took another step forward. Connor tried to sputter something from bloodied lips gain. He gritted his teeth upon his brother.

“Just shut up. Stay still.” He hissed. This moment was too tense and it hung by a single tread waiting to snap.

“You don’t have to be.”

A flick of a humor smile came to the corner of his lips. “Are we cockfighting Nines? How un-very machine like. Almost what deviant Nines would do.”

The LED on his temple flickered.

Ah, there it was. He had to push a little more….“Fight it Nines, I know what it’s like to fight something you can’t see. But fuck, you can feel it.” He started. Another hesitant step. His brother wavered, the gun in hand moving ever so slightly. A gasp from Connor as he felt it fall away.

>>>0v3r1d3 f4i1eD

“You would have killed him by now but you didn’t.”

>>>0v3rid3 fai1ed

“You would have attacked me but you didn’t.”

>>>0v3ride f4iled

“You’re stalling for something and I’ll stall you too.”

>>>0verride////////////

“No matter what.”

The safety suddenly clicked off. Sixty rushed forward hand bare and ready for the forced interface to take his brother over.

The gunshot bit harshly into his audial unit.