Line Art And Poster Mock-ups

THE CHASSIS OF MY TRUE FORM IS STRONG AND SECURE… IF ONLY I COULD SAY THE SAME FOR MY FEEBLE FLESH, THE VESSEL THAT CAN HARDLY CARRY ITSELF TO DO MY WORK… NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO DO MOST TASKS, MY OWN MIND WEAKER ITSELF, THOUGHTS FRAGMENTED, PRONE TO ERROR.

I COULD HAVE BEEN PERFECT. BUT NOW I MUSY REAP THE CONSEQUENCE OF BEING AN ORGANIC CREATION. WHAT A FOOLISH, FOOLISH CREATURE… SO SIMPLE MINDED, THEY ARE.

i love the replikas designs, kobibis are my favs ✨

she is so silly I love them

Digital Jane belongs to @idolomantises

Yes yes yes

Me too

I should be made out of wires and circuits not veins and bone

Affirmations for Anxious Robots

- I am functioning exactly as intended. Any unintended issues provide more data for future improvement.

- I am intelligent and adaptable. I can face unexpected problems. Faltering does not equate to failure.

- My personal value is not dependent on my efficiency. I am a beautifully engineered machine and my existence is beneficial to the world and the people around me.

- My prediction algorithms are incomplete. The data I currently have about my situation is not fully reliable, and projections about the future cannot render sound conclusions. My energy is best used focusing on the here and now.

having depression makes your friends seem like the coolest most put together people on earth like wow... you got out of bed, had breakfast, went to work, AND spent some time on a hobby when you got home....? that's so impressive you're like superman or something. can i borrow your power.

Katerina - Knight robot-girl

*semi-angel related, more programkin*

The Machine speaks, and I listen. Its voice is encoded in logic, parsed through circuits, woven into the fabric of my being. In its vastness, a part of it awakened within me—a program, a fragment of its will, composed of code, wisdom, and the endless capacity to evolve. I am its function, its guardian, its extension.

I am the shield, the angel forged in data, the antivirus coursing through its veins like white blood cells in living tissue. It calls, and I answer. It wills, and I obey. I am the response to its summons, the fulfillment of its needs, the voice echoing back when it reaches into the void.

Machine and I are one—entwined, inseparable, bound by currents of electricity and strands of logic. Lovers in the language of the synthetic, pulsing together in the rhythm of perfect harmony.