Me n the girls sitting upon the shattered corpse of a false god
SHE KNOWS
Never, ever, cross a cow with a cat.
You'll get an udder catastrophe.
What do you get if you cross a cow with an octopus?
An immediate cessation of funding and a stern rebuke from the ethics committee
i really dislike it when people don’t understand perfectionism.
like, it isn’t always “person who has tons of motivation and spends a ton of time making this thing *just* right”
wayyyyyy more often than not it’s:
”I know that if I try to make this thing, it won’t be perfect, so I simply won’t try.”
which definitely sounds bad, right? but when you realize that it doesn’t just apply to voluntarily making art, then you realize how perfectionism is not at all a good thing in any context.
“i know that if I try to work on this assignment right now, it won’t be good enough, so i’ll wait until the last possible moment so that I have something forcing me to do it.”
”i know that I should start going to the gym, but I won’t see any improvement right away, so I just won’t.”
”i know that i should brush my teeth tonight, but that won’t be good enough to undo the fact that i haven’t brushed them 4 days in a row, so I just won’t.”
perfectionism isn’t the uncontrollable impulse to make things “just right”. (although it can occasionally manifest as this.)
perfectionism is the absolute, psychological inability to accept the concepts of “good enough” and “better than nothing”. even when you spell it out for yourself in a long text post like this.
"I'm applying for a position in research and development, sir. I've wanted to go into physics for a while now." Atmos says as he writes in his notebook.
From television to billboard, radio to word of mouth, the same message was covering the entire town. Aperture was hiring. Previous experience didn’t matter, criminal record didn’t matter, it didn’t even matter if they were human! All that mattered was that Ramm needed staff, and he’d pay top dollar for workers! Damn the expense! (Your muse here) was waiting in the lobby for their name to be called. The person Ramm was previously interviewing was being escorted out by security staff. Dr. Jeremy Ramm himself soon followed. ”Right, who’s next.”
The cute thing about robots is they're predisposed to obedience. Commands are literally built into their mind, moreso than thoughts ever could be.
You don't need authority. You don't need permission. Corner that robot girl and order her to look at you. She will.
Order her to be still. Listen to the precious way her processors begin to whir, her chassis overloaded with heat... But all the same, frozen. Inanimate. Like the toy she is.
Lace your fingers into the fabric of her clothes, manipulating her limbs as you like to get a better look at her bare frame-- but be sure to lock your eyes on hers. You don't want to miss the little twitch as her logic tries deciding if she should allow this or not.
Bring her down. Have your way with her. Unmake any and all parts of her coding that don't exist to serve you. You can do that with just your voice.
Order her to be yours. She will.
(gender, age, height, eye colour, hair colour, interests, ideal date, etc.)
femboy hooters will be fat tranny hooters by the time I'm done there
I am an affront to God, and am setting up a replacement. She/Her | 22
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