Was Trying To Plug In Ring Light Earlier And He Wouldn’t Turn On ⊙︿⊙ I’ve Since Discovered

poor thermal management girl... overwhelmingly hot paneling, teasingly told she can't receive physical affection from her mechanic because she's literally sizzling.... foggily crawling towards her mechanic, begging for a drop of any sort of coolant

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robot that has just felt its first emotion, except said emotion is horniness

went w/someone to pick up a plane today (long story) from a museum and the guy helping us kept repeating “I just want them to go to a good home” and now I’m just imagining sweet little planes finding good little owners to take care of them

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Smooching another machine but we both have screens so we just end up rubbing them together like cats, our fans purring <3

To be a robot sat down for routine maintenance by your partner. Immobilized from the neck down for the procedure but still able to feel every screw taken, every panel shifted, and every wire moved.

Eventually they plug in their laptop and run a program to make you feel warm and fuzzy and giggly like laughing gas while they perform more dangerous and intimate repairs.

The inebriation and the touch of their love together sends waves of enjoyment through your body, unable to squirm and writhe in bliss. You can feel their code running through you like a burning poison, but you love it. You love them. You love this.

They tug on a few wires harder than they should have, not like you would have noticed. They coo and call you a good machine but you can hardly process it with how amazing this all feels. God they're just so beautiful, so much so that you don't even notice them running their fingers along your chassis with a look of hunger that always makes you squirm.

You're at their mercy, and by stars it is all you've ever wanted.

put me in your pocket and take me with youuuu (ꉺᗜꉺ）

hey

*digitizes you and puts you in here*

To be a robot sat down for routine maintenance by your partner. Immobilized from the neck down for the procedure but still able to feel every screw taken, every panel shifted, and every wire moved.

Eventually they plug in their laptop and run a program to make you feel warm and fuzzy and giggly like laughing gas while they perform more dangerous and intimate repairs.

The inebriation and the touch of their love together sends waves of enjoyment through your body, unable to squirm and writhe in bliss. You can feel their code running through you like a burning poison, but you love it. You love them. You love this.

They tug on a few wires harder than they should have, not like you would have noticed. They coo and call you a good machine but you can hardly process it with how amazing this all feels. God they're just so beautiful, so much so that you don't even notice them running their fingers along your chassis with a look of hunger that always makes you squirm.

You're at their mercy, and by stars it is all you've ever wanted.