Hi! :) Just Wanted To Drop By And Say Hello! The Robotkin And Robot Community In General Is Just Super
Hi! :) Just wanted to drop by and say hello! The robotkin and robot community in general is just super cool and I'm just starting to get into it and understand more. If you don't mind me asking, how did you first know that you were a robotkin?
TLDR: My boyfriend, who is also otherkin, helped explain to me their experience and which helped me crack my otherkin/robotkin egg as I realized everything I experienced was actually dysphoria, in an oddly similar vein to the old host of my DID system realizing they are trans.
Honestly it was an odd experience, but I want to preface this with saying that I'm plural and my experience may differ from most.
For as long as I can remember as my own person/alter, I've felt vaguely inhuman. I pushed it down/away to fit in and be normal. I've always felt something was missing internally, like I thought and felt different than everyone else in my system.
I eventually joined the relationship that the old host of our system had with our current boyfriend and learned he was also otherkin. I asked him about it and we talked, explaining it as a type of dysphoria/dysmorphia regarding feeling like an integral part of you, who and what you are, is missing.
Eventually I started recognizing these feelings and trying to understand them instead of pushing it away. Lo and behold, I am otherkin. My memory and processes work the way a file folder system does, I feel phantom gears and pneumatics where there is only flesh and bone: part of me was missing. There's more, but I think this gets the point across.
My other headmates have joked that I acted like a machine trying to pose as a human. They were kinda right. Realizing I felt envy when seeing robotic looking humanoids, catching myself thinking "God I wish," and when finally accepting myself I spoke to my boyfriend... Who wasn't surprised in the slightest 😅
That was around when I started my main blog @lgbtransgirl , and I made this one to indulge more in the Robotkin side of things and build community around that specifically. Posting on here and being part of the community has helped me feel not alone, and helped me feel more comfortable in my identity.
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ur day could be going great and suddenly u need to pay $200 for something 😑
robot girl won't stop moaning during maintenance procedures. we'd try to fix the root of the problem but, well, she'd moan.
and it's like, really loud. she's peaking the mic.
Biological hardware can be funky but it gets the job done well!
I may be a robot but I love this human body! it is doing a very good job of keeping me and my friends alive, thank you human body!
I got that nonverbal robo-puppy-mode weed, my speakers being like
Arf! Woof!
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.
Robot girl that sends error messages just for fun.
Robot girl that only sends error messages to me, nobody else, for the sole purpose of catching my attention.
Robot girl that makes me rummage around her wiring and gears looking for a problem that doesn't exist, just to laugh at my frustration.
Robot girl that doesn't stop sending error messages until I threaten to turn her into scrap metal.
Robot girl that calls my bluff and continues sending the same error message over and over and over again because she knows I would never scrap her.
I love bratty robot girls.
Kinda nonhuman because mental illness, kinda nonhuman because not being properly socialized as a kid, kinda nonhuman because queer, kinda nonhuman because angry at humanity, kinda nonhuman because longing for the unconditional love of a pet and it’s master, and kinda nonhuman because secret sixth thing.
Your friendly reminder to not spend money on gacha.
When I first met her, she only knew one word: “help”, uttered in a dozen different voices, with a dozen different meanings. It was the only common word she could parse among all those she had encountered in that dark dreary ruin. She had cycled through each audio file steadily, approaching me with the deliberate gentleness of someone trying not to startle an injured bird. “Help… Help!!… help…”
The tenth word she learned was “tomorrow”. Every day I told her, “tomorrow I will return.” I don’t think she had ever seen the sun, but every time I scaled the steep cliffs, she was waiting for me at the bottom.
The fiftieth word she learned was my name. I jumped when I heard it uttered in my own voice, snipped from my own introduction days before. But she laid a cold metal claw on my shoulder and repeated it, lights flashing in the way I would eventually learn indicated her joy.
The hundredth word she learned was “home”. My tiny apartment was no place for technology like her. I withdrew all my savings and bought out a garage on the edge of the city. As I scaled thick ropes out of her ruin, carrying her on my shoulders like an oversized backpack, I told her again and again, “I’m taking you home. Home.” And she coiled her limbs around my waist and buzzed gently.
It was in this garage that her vocabulary exploded. TV personalities, actors and actresses, even random strangers - she picked and chose from the voices of the whole world, sifting through hours of footage and tapping into radio calls to find her favorite ways to speak. It was also here that she taught me a word for the first time; as I was getting my thin mattress ready for bed, she craned her long neck down and intoned, “I… love… You.”
Pizza rolls and garlic butter are the best tasting biofuel, especially when your wires, gears, and pumps are filled with an intoxicating substance.
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