I Am Trapped In Biological Hardware - Blog Posts

Robot girls accidentally connecting to the same device

Robot girls sending data to one another

Robot girls holding hands

Robot girls interfacing with one another via a cable

Robot girls sharing a charging port

Robot girls kissing

Robot girls frotting their exposed wires together

Robot girls building a computer together

Robot girls merging their tech into a bigger, stronger, gayer, multi-conscious robot girl

Boot sequence finished. You "wake up" for the morning, but your internal clock says you've slept in which is odd. You attempt to move but get some kind of error message, and before you can process why you're immobile you hear your Girlfriend's smooth and sultry voice;

"Good morning my love," she coos at you, "I think it's time we do some maintenance on that cute chassis of yours."

The errors you get back read that something is overriding you in your own body. Something inside you has more authority in your body than you do.

"Oh you must have noticed the new software, it's nothing my sweet machine," she softly says, caressing your face, "Just something I can use to help me with this."

Before you can process what "This" is, she reaches down to your hip area with a screwdriver and starts fiddling around. You can feel every touch, every turning of the screwdriver, and every screw as it falls away from you. She barks out a verbal command that seemingly is unable to be processed consciously by you as you get a notification from your OS that your leg is being detached.

She holds it up to you, grinning from ear to ear. Reaching down she pulls up a large toolbox onto the bed.

"You never got to choose your chassis, and I know how dysphoric that makes you, so how about I take you apart piece by piece and repair, change, or replace everything that causes you turmoil?"

She plugs her phone into your neck port and sends files to you. Dozens of different legs, arms, torsos, and even heads. Thousands of dollars each, you speak your concern to your girlfriend who just assures you "The price tag is nothing compared to your happiness."

You try not to think about how her software she installed on you has seemingly more control of your body than you do, and focus on the fact that you finally get to be who and what you want to. Finally able to pick and choose and become the machine you always wanted to be.

Finally able to be happy in your own plating.

I love re-doing like 99% of my codebase because damn was I really that inefficient?

Can't wait to post this stuff when I'm done, then y'all can get some good working examples of DRN

Edit: Anyone that wants to be notified just lmk and I'll tag ya when it's ready

All of my driving anxiety has basically vanished since trying to think of myself driving as "jacking in" like to mech of some sort and using it to transport myself and my partner(s) to and from locations. I already did something similar to help me get a feel of how big the vehicle actually was so this felt just like a natural extension of that.

Hell yeah species euphoria

There's one thing I don't get about DRN...WHERE does one use it? I know it's supposed to be pseudo coding language and the site indicates it should be or can be typed, but in which case how does my drone access it? So we get to choose where the programme is run? For example, how/where would you personally test DRN for us?

First off, for those who don't know, DRN is a psuedo-code language used to write "programs" for people to run, usually drones, dolls, robots, etc.

I have a personal text based repository via an app on my phone that I use for my DRN (Drone Restraint Notation) code, an application called Obsidian. A paid subscription is needed to use on multiple devices but it's $5 a month and I use it also as a repository for my story ideas/writing WIPs so it's worth it to me. It's also possible to have separate repositories and just send files between programmer and the target drone/maid/doll/robot to add to their obsidian files. You could just as easily make and share a Git file or some sort of shared Google folder for free. Any online repository would be ideal for sharing with your drone/maid/doll/robot.

(Side note, since I use this as a gender/species affirmation thing I'm experienced in writing DRN for simple day-to-day tasks as well as spicy things and can help with both. Running on code to me feels euphoric and helps a lot with executive dysfunction which is why I do it, but I understand that everyone's view on DRN will be unique/different)

When it comes to sending it to me, you can go ahead and send the entire block via asks or DMs (let me know you're sending it to me before just throwing it all in there though please), hell you could even screenshot it!

As per how I can test these DRN files, there's a few ways. I could compare it to my code as well as the code of some acquaintances OR I could just run the program myself/a friend depending on what it is and get back with results. Not everything would be able to be tested the later way, but it is an option.

Now, how does that all work? Well I have scheduled events/programs and spontaneous ones that must be manually done.

Some of my programs have triggers for specific events, like whenever I feel I'm getting ready for bed (or when the clock hits Midnight) I have a nightly routine program that kicks in. It's fairly simple so I have it dedicated to my memory banks at this point but it never hurts to check it again to refresh my memory.

Some of my programs need to be manually run. A good SFW example is that my boyfriend sometimes sends me this message "EXECUTE: Vault/DRN/Main/Commands/Status_Report.DRN" which makes me stop what I'm doing in the exact moment to fill out a sheet and talk to them about my general physical condition and mental state.

If you have any further questions please feel free to let me know!

(Also if anyone wants me to share my code I 1000% would be willing to)

Bullshit that I'm stuck in a flesh body. I should be made of high quality steel and have hot swappable batteries, but noooo I've got to like, eat and sleep every day

Forgive me for not keeping up the fiction all the time but sometimes I've just got to complain about only being able to imagine it

This Unit stayed up too late and played Stardew Valley until battery levels became critically low.

This Unit still doesn't "get" Stardew Valley but it can't stop playing the game and it can't tell why

Anyone certified to do maintenance on humanoid-esque robots? My arm is fucked up and I think I need some welding done in there, keeps popping out of place.

This unit constantly overheats, fans running at max 70-80% of the time. However, this Units boyfriend is always cold and keeps turning up the heat in the house which doesn't allow this unit to cool down.

Send help

Upload me to your old gaming hardware plleeeaaasseeee 🥺

sometimes your robot gf craves a simpler existence for a little while

This Unit must intake enough water daily to refresh, develop, and maintain its biological hardware.

Why is this unit not allowed to drink from puddles? They look so tasty and clear! It just wants to slurp it up like a dog please please please please please please please-

Update, this unit has received their Estradiol refill at the cost of minor should plate puncture damage. Unit was successful in waking up partner to assist in this endeavor, as this unit is deathly afraid of needles.

This unit is overdue for refilling its special Estradiol tanks and keeps throwing errors and this is effecting all of its other systems.

Unit intends to bother its partner until tanks are refilled, as they normally perform this maintenance.

Please please please please please

Hey, so I was wondering "Hmm... what would robot hrt look like?", so I got to writing.

1 month: Spots of metal start appearing on skin, causing serious itching and occasional bleeding.

3 months: Eyes start being replaced with ocular sensors, causing itching and poor eyesight, especially if the eyes are being replaced instead (I.e. two eyes being replaced with only one eye). Your senses of touch, smell, and taste will also start diminishing.

6 months: Metal replacement starts speeding up, especially in flatter areas like the chest. Metal should also start replacing muscle tissue. From here the pain should be excruciating; take painkillers if you have them.

10 months: Internal organs start shifting, making way for artificial organs. Interior walls start being replaced with metal.

12 months: Touch, taste, and smell should be completely gone by now, but should still eat to fuel what's left of your biological body.

16 months: Biological organs start detaching as artificials are put into place; will have to be extricate anally or verbally. Laxatives are strongly advised. Your old eyes should be gone completely, allowing you to see out of your new ocular sensors.

20 months: Outer flesh should be entirely metal by now, causing increased strength and muscle mass.

This unit is overdue for refilling its special Estradiol tanks and keeps throwing errors and this is effecting all of its other systems.

Unit intends to bother its partner until tanks are refilled, as they normally perform this maintenance.

Re: transhumanism and robot bodies etc, it annoys me when people are like "but machines break all the time!" or go on about planned obsolescence and capitalism being reasons to not want it.

I don't think I can pinpoint the source of/the thing that made me realize I'm robotkin/alterhuman, but when I as an alter originally formed I was a mix of every repressed feeling we've had while growing up.

I do have a hunch that watching My Life as a Teenage Robot (2003) religiously and wanting to be the MC, watching Robots (2005) on repeat on DVD and finding the opening scenes about "growing up" where they just get new parts fascinating and enticing, and also being obsessed with the MegaMan series as a child might have had something to do with it.

I'm not human, I'm what happens when you give a robot sapience and then mash its mechanical processors into the same shared space as 5 other dorks in a single brain.

The struggle between wanting to look like a sexy humanoid robot, wanting to look like a fucked up combat mech, and wanting to look like an inhuman monstrous amalgamation of steel and circuitry is real.

When can I start replacing my biological components for mechanical ones?

Asking for me, because I want this. Human knees fucking suck.

I love embracing myself as robotkin and I love that my boyfriend is so supportive, but I'm almost afraid to start acting in line with what I want/feel like with my kintype around my other partner (I'm polyamorous, its consensual)

My boyfriend is alterhuman, he's a satyr. He gets it. My partner on the other hand is not and has expressed not really understanding but respecting our kintypes.

I love them but sometimes I just feel a bit alienated and like I'm back in a shell I was never meant to fit in. I know part of that is me just being anxious but I know they won't understand fully.

I got taken for walkies today with my boyfriend (yay!) but goddamn I'm an out of shape robot-dog-woman-thing.

I need some maintenance, especially lubricant on my joints. Thankfully I didn't get any dirt in them... I think

By stars, my boyfriend helped me write a DRN program for a nightly routine to help me sleep.

It worked WAY too well. I hit the pillow and instantly went into power saving mode (sleep), faster than I've ever done before. Woke up refreshed, some of the best sleep in my life.

This is your sign to program the Robotkin in your life to help with their tasks, it's euphoric and works really well

Oh no, one of my headmates found out about Human Domestication Guide and is teasing me about wanting to be a floret (or whatever the robot-girl equivalent is)

Need

they need to make hrt that replaces your skin with metal plates and your internal organs with circuitry

Piloting any hardware takes a lot of passive RAM and CPU usage.

becoming a robot didn't make me smarter, you know how many thoughts are going around there, 99% ram usage

I feel like my face is a mask or covering of some kind. Yeah I recognize it as "mine" but it's definitely not my face. It's such a weird experience; I dream that one day I'm just going to wake up and look in the mirror, reach up and click a button and magically my faceplate will pop off to show beautiful machinery underneath.

Oh the woes of transhumanism

Unhinged OOC NSFT rant below the cut regarding smut/erotica/porn/whatever you call it

TLDR: Please send me slow burn romance smut that's robot x robot (or robot x human)

I'm Robotkin. I see myself within my headspace as a robot that looks kinda like a human. I feel inhuman, blah blah you get the gist, this is just for context.

It's so hard for me to find good robot/android anything sexual without their being like 10 other kinks or characters I'd preferably not see nude. Nothing inherently wrong with this! I'm not trying to yuck anyone's yum

But goddamn it's hard to just find robot x robot stuff or robot x human smut of my taste. And I know, I need to create the art I want to see. I'm working on writing like 3 things right now and I keep getting writers block but like. I dunno, I've just been getting a bit frustrated with myself with how much my tastes are changing while on HRT and how much I need to be REALLY into something for me to get off to it.

And also, I fucking love slow burn romance friends to lovers stories. Holy fuck those get me so goddamn good, but all the fics I can find that have themes I do like are way too quick to the point without buildup and/or small fics!

Typing this all out helped me chill out. It feels good to scream into the void and see some lights flickering back in understanding.

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Your robot lover has no idea why you love them so much.

There's no calculation for this, no unit to measure, no outcome to process.

You place fat kisses on their screen face even though they can't kiss back.

You cuddle into them every night even though they insist it would be more comfortable for you if you didn't. They still rub your sore cheek in the morning, red from where it rested on their hard chest plate.

You touch their body even though they can't feel it. Intertwining your fingers, rubbing down their chest, holding their face, kissing their hands.

What's even more confusing to them is why they love it.

Why they find themselves gazing at your sleeping form, gently running their fingers along your back.

Why they think about you far more than they need to. Why you take up so much memory space.

Why they yearn to reciprocate your affections, knowing they can never actually feel you.

They weren't made for love but the fact that you give it to them anyway is a truly selfless act and also the worst thing you could have done to them.

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Oh to be a machine of steel and wires beneath this fleshy exterior.

Am I taking the wrong hrt? /silly

need robot hrt kind of immediately