Computers - Blog Posts

Susan Hockey defining fonts on the PDP15, Atlas Lab, 1972. via UKRI Science and Technology Facilities Council / Chilton Computing photographic archive

good morning to all robotfuckers and mecha kissers and people who think lovingly about maintenance in cramped spaces

went to the museum today and got so hard at the sight of old technology i almost blacked out

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suggestive art of computer grinding under the cut 0_O

art of my oc, however I won’t be showing his face here just yet :]c

percussive maintenance

touch

Oh yes 😈👅

Source: Steve’s Computer Museum

good god,,,

she's just like me for real.

mildly concerning computer pins [x]

don't ever let me become a nuclear scientist cause if I was in one of these rooms I'd fuck shit up

I drew him (reference under cut)

from being obsessed with gabv1el to being obsessed with the general idea of angels that are objectum- less of a pipeline and more of a foolproof two-step plan. anyways here's a sketchy sketch about it

Portable TVs with personalities.

gulp.

thinking this evening about robots (as usual of course) but specifically those robots who have no genitals, nor desire for them, nor really any way to experience pleasure in a "human" way. maybe they're work bots not made with sex in mind, or building-sized supercomputers with no sense of touch outside of user interface areas.

thinking about intimacy with a body (or bodies) that love in a slightly different language. metal hands holding warm flesh, digging in, with the power to tear away but the care and restraint not to. a comforting voice that surrounds and whispers sweet nothings while rooms of servers and screens hum and pulse with want want want.

will you pry away its chassis and adore its insides the same way it adores yours? tangle your fingers in its wires, pull them a little when you bring your hand away to caress its face? it's the trust it takes for it to let you in so close to its heart that makes you shiver. trace the grooves in its body, so precise and intentional in their placement; find the place where it falls apart and speed up the process.

listen to its voice glitch and skip while it tries to relay what you're doing to it. hear the mechanical keening when you reach its central processing arrays, every brush of your skin on its metal sending its thoughts into a hazy, static-filled loop of touch touch touch.

you're who gets to see it like this. who gets to make it fall apart. it's a thrill like nothing else.

Kennedy Space Center , FL (1975)

Source: Flickr/Thomas Hawk

joy and love on the planet earth

My execution is in three days

pretty in pink ^^

guh .. need robot boyfriend ,,,,,..,..., need to cuddle him ..... get tangled up in his wires .,. press my face against his warm staticky screen .... <3

some (kinda risque) computer-loving pins from the 80s

IN HER GUTS

Screens were born to be seen

Wires were born to be touched

Videos were born to be watched

Speakers were born to be heard

Don't be afraid to love them, they love you.

robot who wants to feel around human guts and do surgeries the same way humans fantasize about pulling on wires or whatever