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If you have a robot girl with compatible alloys, you should seriously consider electromagnetic restraints. Unlike normal restraints, which require safety gear in an emergency, you can simply turn the magnets off. And, given their relative simplicity, you could outfit your whole bed (or even a whole wall or floor) with them, allowing you to lock her in any position you would like.

> Robot girl whose body has sentimental value

> Robot girl whose owner has covered it in stickers of things she likes

> Robot girl whose owner does its maintenance and whose body is so far from the factory default that its owner is the only one who can do that maintenance

> Robot girl who is covered in small dents and scratches from the antics it gets up to with its owner

> Robot girl whose body tells a story

you will never understand my pain

I've been more recently trying to make sure I tag my posts correctly for this exact reason.

im really fucking tired of the objectum community tagging explicitly sexual posts as techkin. if you aren't talking about being techkin don't tag it. a lot of us are asexual, aromantic, aroace etc. it's so so exhausting i wish i could look at robotkin posts without seeing straight objectum porn. just because im a robot doesn't mean im an object, especially not a sexual one.

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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

Generative AI is theft. It's also a huge waste of electricity and water.

I'm not the most knowledgeable on it but I know it's nothing but the next techbro scam that's going to waste billions of dollars across the world for stolen and incorrectly regurgitated information and art.

All my homies hate AI.

being robotkin or anything adjacent does not give you an excuse to be pro-ai. being techum or anything adjacent does not give you an excuse to be pro-ai. being neurodivergent does not give you an excuse to be pro-ai. i cannot believe that has to be said.

Arf!

oh my god i need to be someone's cute robotgirl pet so bad

Boys who become girls who become machines <3

Waiting for the gummy to hit so I can feel like myself more and fall asleep feeling like a machine going into sleep mode rather than a person going to bed.

Love it when I get so high and into the zone that I can *feel* my computer. Everything I do doesn't feel like a mouse movement or click, but rather like I'm interfacing with it and able to navigate like it's part of me.

God I wish

I desperately want hydraulic limbs that hiss as I stand up for the first time that day, that get stiff on cold days unless I let them warm up. I wanna fiddle with settings for different activities to optimize my performance. I wanna save up for cool new attachments that let me have new functionalities

I also want to do crazy freaky limb removal sex but that’s besides the point

NEED

you ever come across a literal angel's creation on rule 34

> Being a robotic caretaker for a trans woman in need! I tell her I'm happy to serve, no matter the circumstances or the need. I do her dishes, I run her errands, and sometimes, because of her libido, I personally assist her in the hard work of jerking her off! That's a lot of movement, girl, I better help! ...That is, until I'm overclocked and overheating and she notices. She invites me to gently get into bed with her, to calm me down. I oblige out of need, and she's putting a small bullet vibe on the tip of my machine-made appendage and before I know it, she's fucking me gently. It's soft, intimate, but my god is it mindmelting. She's trying her best, and I insist she doesn't have to do this for me, but she cums inside anyway. Warm... it almost leaks into the coolant reserves. I insist I can help myself out, but she just holds me and cools me down, before I shut down for the day in her arms. -w-

Android girl (trying to flirt): *Slaps her own ass* It runs Doom! 🤗🤗

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Anyone know of any good repositories/places I can host my DRN (Drone Restraint Notation) code? Been trying to find a better place to hold my codebase that's private.

Makes me feel giddy inside when writing/reading my code especially for just... mundane tasks. It makes me feel like I really am a machine running on code.

i was thinking about how my outlet in my bathroom got overloaded but just needed a break before it could start working again and now i’m thinking about robot overstimulation,,,trying to slowly reset itself after reaching its energy threshold but its creator keeps forcing a reset, trying to get them to hit the threshold again so it can function properly and the robot’s chip is just kind of fried from all the wires being pulled and buttons being pressed so all it can do is fall victim to the whims of its master. i’m not being very eloquent but do you see the vision

imagine trying to install a new port but its becoming awfully difficult to concentrate when your poor little bot is beeping and their fans are whirring so hard- maybe you could finish the maintenance after you’ve given them some relief

Tired robotgirls have a sleePU

Kinda happy my boyfriend is a Satyr and not an kintype with fangs, I dunno if I could deal with having my wires chewed on more often than he already tries to lmao.

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.”

I need veins of light flickering and pulsing under my skin.

As a robot, I do not like going to the woods as it is usually wet, full of bugs, and easy to get my hardware dirty. As a robot-dog however, yes I wanna go on walkies please please please please, ruff!

"nobody will accept me": a diagram

you dont have to be the "acceptable" kind of otherkin. like, seriously. don't try to be something you're not just because you think you'll become more "acceptable" to the people who unfortunately just dont accept anyone who's a single inch out of their expected portrayal of the average "normal" person.

go be a creature. please.

I'm sure this is a thing that exists, but like. Love and appreciation for poorly built robots.

Robots with cheap, shitty plastic casing that they stick together with tape or replace with whatever they can find

Robots with batteries who's ability to hold charge has diminished over time, leaving them always kind of exhausted or burnt out, spending a lot of time at home so they can plug in and recharge whenever they need

Robots that always smell a little of dust and burnt out wires and are constantly replacing their insides to stay functional.

Robots who's speakers are muffled and staticky because they were built to last only a couple years and weren't designed to be easily replaced.

Robots with busted screens that make it difficult or impossible for them to emote as they'd like to.

Robots fighting planned obsolescence even as it was designed into them.

This machine is experiencing chassis dysphoria...

1000% agree, lots of great community here but holy shit yeah it sucks.

This is the literal only place i can be like "i identify as a machine and being put in a body made of meat is FUCKING agony dude" and be understood so thank god for that

64 gig of she-RAM.

My biofuel generator (stomach) isn't working correctly and I fear it has to do with improper maintenance (I drank milk) and I must rush myself into the arms of my lover for maintenance (tummy rubs) or else I am going to cease functioning (be doubled over in a lot of pain because I'm lactose intolerant)