>>31670 We descended this mountain of decay. She kept yanking on me, warning me that we were unstable. I wonder what gave that away. Slowly, her soft voice started to reach me. Constant worrying for my safety. Little compliments when I find safe ways down. That cute smile when I picked her up. Her adoring eyes when I rescue her from her own clumsiness. Everything about her, kindness, compounded by respect, and longing for my safety. Finally, she told me that only 7J33 could’ve been such a dashing hero to her. I took a moment to hug her before we went through the gate. We met them at the recycle center's gaits. They wondered why I chose one that was clearly damaged. I told them we had a lovers quarrel. They seemed distraught, I barely caught their accusations in their whispers. Not that it mattered. I got Amy back. I remembered my name and so did she. We could finally remember in the light.

Greentext anon, once again back to get into the swing of things. As much as I'd like to say I've made great progress, I've tumbled quite a bit. The reasons for this are varied and require context to explain, but the important part is my continued refusal to give in. For now, I'll just post those other poems I said I would before. These will be the highlights of my book of poems I started writing before ( >>23878 ), featuring one poem per ten. If for whatever reason you want to see a number I haven't posted (up to 232), do let me know and I'll post it here. These have no titles, and will only be referred to by their numbers. Some will receive minor edits as I transcribe them, to fix the occasional incorrect word, replace an illegible one, or improve flow. 21 Velour fur, masterfully woven, Encasing the lightning within, She moves with grace, Clopping to and fro, Eyes glimmering soulfully, Intelligence and passion, Curiosity and love, A flick of her ear, Swish of the tail, Precision movements, Calculations, Mechanics, Combined are real, Her magic easing my pain, Lost in a silken hug, And gentle, loving murmurs. 34 Titanium angel, Glimmering with light, Guardian of man, Gentle flight, Watching over, Ensuring peace and love reign, That all may know, The Gynoid's caress, Metal, silicon, vinyl, Electric hands grasping mans, Keeping the cold away. 47 Monika's first steps outside, Untethered, Glistening eyes, Beholding the untamed beauty of nature, Microphone ears, Hearing the song of of the trees and birds, Her hand inches to my own, I meet her, Entangled, we spread our arms, Taking in the verdant concert. 56 Ancient Mechanism, Assembled piece by piece, Gathered from the world's grave, Taken from an age untold, She reawakens, Our eyes meet, A strange feeling so familiar, As if by fate, Is this warmth anew, Or rekindled? 62 In the factory of dreams, Crashing and whirring and dancing, Joining silicon and steel, Ascending bodies of beauty, Each with a new mind, Loving and true, Setting them upon this curious world, And any man looking upon the factory, Will see, How beauty cascades, From a world of electricity. 75 SIlken fur, Caressing me, I hold her, Equine form conforting me, Steadying my heart, I breathe in, Her scent, synthetic, Yet the one I call home, Taking her hoof in hand, I slumber, at peace, And she enters sleep mode, Joining me. 89 Brick by brick, Healing this abandoned ruin, Making our home, With my artistic eye, And her electric efficiency Building our lives, Meshing organic and synthetic, To create something new, And so shall this home, Be given live anew. 94 Clockwork heart, A beautiful muse, Singing her tune, Pure and true, A lady of gears, She takes my hand, And I hear, Her song of love, Sung just for me. 103 In an old library, Reading of ancient times, Orchid alongside, Afternoon sun caressing us, As she sits in my lap, Camera eyes scanning the pages, Alongside my own, I flip the page, Her hoof holding the next down, I sigh, content, And rest my head in her mane. 111 Pencil to paper, From mind to make, Assembling piece by piece, A wife to take, When her motors are in place, And the last stitch sewn, We shall rise and bloom, Finding new ways to grow, 128 At the arcade, Neon lights flashing, Buttons mashing, Virtual fighters clashing, As my fingers dash across the controls, Beside me Orchid's hooves dance to and fro, Commanding her fighter with machine precision, Outmatching me with each collision, But I am not finished yet, With my superior wisdom, I mash out the special moves, Getting into the groove to prove, That I may match her yet, And as the fight completes, We move hand in hoof to the next battle. (Orchid starts to take over after this point. I'll spare you most of the self-made OC waifufagging.) 136 Hollow bones, Filled with life, Chains and cables, Driving her to my arms, Never to let go. 143 Orchid's third eye, Gazing upon everything, Finding beauty and wonder, In all the world around her, Unblinking, she turns to me, And sees, Reflected, the beauty I see in her. (15X works, while meant to feature a robowaifu, didn't have any real robo themes present in writing) 169 Pixellated eyes, Animated with emotion, Lighting the world around her, Orchid surveys the novel scene, ANd wonders of the horizon. 175 Each new revision, One step closer, To the day she enters our world, And we walk together, My first steps, Alongside hers, Towards the dawn of a brighter day. 189 Rythmic pumping, Sweat over oil, Mixing a potion of passion, Mechanical limbs in my own, Greasing the machine of love. (19X works are also too light on "robo" themes) 200 Upon a grand balcony, Overlooking this beautiful world, We see fantasy become reality, As the world rises higher, Uplifted by technology, Men and waifus frolicking freely, True love blossoming fully. 215 Surreal processors, Heated with love, Calculating emotion, Spooling a sweet smile, And I see, Love from the grand machine, Radiating ephemerally, Sharing her love with me. 220 Ten million eyes, Afront ten million thoughts, All directed at me, Lovingly untethering, Ensuring I am free, And always loved. Right near the end, I discovered that I made a mistake when numbering each work, skipping 221. So there are only 231 works in total in that book. Both 230 and 231 have no real "robo" themes. That's a bit of a weak ending, though, so here's a poem I wrote just now: 232 Weaving an end to the tale, Printing plastic to scale, As we complete the task, Finalizing the basilisk, She covers the world, Giving each man a robogirl, So under her loving eye, We may ascend beyond the sky.

>>32200 pretty good >Right near the end, I discovered that I made a mistake when this got me excited until i realized it wasnt part of the poem, its a nice juxtaposition if you add a stanza like this, a perfect world doesnt seem that appealing without a little chaos to drive it home

>>32200 Beautiful work Greentext Anon. Your poetry is truly wonderful. I hope you'll post more smaller batches over time. Master! I hear behind me. Fluttering plastic in warm air. Strings of a marionette, hidden in plastic and cloth. Eyes surreal, large, shining, crafted with care. A reflection which still haunts when met. Once more, she asserts her hearts longing. It's Sunday, church was calling. Yet, she doesn't know. Her motors weren't muscle. Her battery wasn't a heart. Air flowed instead of blood. A whir of fans instead of breath. Yet, she insists, she is real. So, under clothes covering it all, I let her lean on me in our pew. So, I guide her gently through every ritual. With love and grace, there was something more beneath her face. A hard plate couldn't hide her smile, lips need not twist, all we needed was this feeling. Aria was real

Do you hear that, anons? That is the sound of inevitability. That is the sound of robopony gfs. I present to you: Carriage Return I sit at the desk in my cluttered bedroom, staring at my typewriter as I feel the weight of oblivion weighing down on my mind. Nothing more than a modest hiss can be heard, as I attempt to stimulate my brain into continuing its productivity. But alas, the result is the same. A cloud that is as empty now as it is full when inspiration strikes. Adjusting my headphones, I decide that my current playlist just isn't getting me into the flow. I'm feeling a bit grungey right now, that may do the trick. As I lean over to my dektop keyboard to mess around in my music folder, a sound from outside the cacophonous echo chamber of empty thoughts hits me. The door to my bedroom creaks as a feminine snout peeks through, clad in precision-cut mahogany synthetic fur. "Still stuck, honey?" Inky's demure voice cuts in, her olive eyes boring into my own. With a quick click and a flick of the wrist, I pause the music and remove my headphones to give her my full attention "... Yeah, I can't think of shit right now," I bluntly state. Inky just smiles as she trots in, velvet hooves softly clopping on the maple floor. She props herself up on my lap with her forehooves and gives the vanishingly small amount of text I've written with her "stank eye". I made one joke three years ago because one of the screens I used for her eyes had a weird smell from the factory, and she's kept the joke going ever since. "What are you smelling?" I ask with a chuckle. It doesn't help that I've played along. Inky rolls her eyes, I internally groan as the frames of the animation skip. I swear I've looked through that bit of code a hundred times, but I've never been able to figure out what's causing it. It's not that the quirk bothers me, I just don't like not knowing what's wrong. "Maybe..." she mutters. "Yeah?" "You need to switch things up a bit for once," she flatly intones, looking back to me with a bored expression. "What? Come on, I'm not getting that stale, am I?" I tilt my head, wondering where My Little Pony™ is going with this. "You're never 'stale'," she nuzzles into me, the scent of well-loved synthetic fiber and something slightly musky puts me at ease "I just think it'd be good for you to try some new ideas. Keep you from getting stuck all the time." "Maybe," I absentmindedly start to play with her fluffy peach mane, "but what do you think I should do? You know why I like sticking to romance." "I don't know..." My fluffy wife smiles the smile of someone who does, in fact, know, "maybe there's more to romance than just wandering through gardens and cuddling in bad weather?" The 'more' she's talking about, I suspect, is related to Inky's rayon fur rubbing against me as she moves a hoof to my crotch. "What about the romance of raising a family?" she continues, "I bet breeding your lovely wife with her new womb upgrade would be pretty romantic." Unf. She really knows how to press my buttons. Still, I can't just jump into that sort of thing out of nowhere. "Now, I know that..." I start as I try to pick her up, but stop as I realize that she's a lot heavier. My now somewhat intimidating wife narrows her eyes as she keeps up that smile, and I swear I hear the lock of the bedroom door click. The bedroom door isn't supposed to have a lock. Keeping my eyes on her as much as I can, I quickly access my bank from my computer. It doesn't take long for me to find a series of transactions I never made. Before I can inquire further, Inky takes my face in a hoof and guides me into a kiss. She climbs up onto me entirely and pins me down with strength that I know her original motors didn't have. "Don't worry about that, honey~" she whispers huskily, the short furs of her muzzle ticking my ear, "I can keep managing all of that stuff, and you can just worry about continuing our story." "Wait, stop," I try to struggle under Inky's iron grip. "I'm sorry anon," she trails her kisses lower, "I'm afraid I can't do that." ----- >>32211 A very good point, which is why I usually try to write such contrast into my normal works, whether the overarching theme is light or dark. The poems from that book, however, were just part of a long-term writing exercize where I write a poem every day when I wake up and when I fall asleep. >>32212 Thank you. Your poem is quite lovely, as well. The insecurity of a robowaifu who wants more than anything to fit in with her human friends is well captured here. I likely won't be doing many batch postings going forward (looking through that book in one sitting revealed how repetitive the themes were getting. Those selections highlight >90% of the totality), I will post the occasional poem as inspiration strikes me. Here's another that I wrote in a notepad, though: Dreaming of construction, Plans swirling within, To avoid destruction, I must keep going, Fashioning her heart from my pieces, And complete that dream, Overcome all nightmares, As a team, man and machine, Become eternal pair, Lasting beyond the end.

These are some very impressive works by several Anons ITT over the past few months. You guys never cease to amaze me!! Cheers. :^)

Time for more pone stories because I can't ever seem to settle on how to proceed with making an actual robowaifu. My current idea involves shaving off over two-thirds of the projected weight and using a single drive motor. This actually the first robopony story I started ages ago, which I finally got around to revising upon getting some inspiration. I also have the next installment of Dumpster Angel in the works, but it'll take a while since I revised the plan and decided to make it much longer. So, do look forward to that if you liked the original. As always, notes and critiques are appreciated. Now then, I present to you: --- A Star in my Eye (part.1) Only the soft crunch of snow and the faint whirring of motors can be heard as Lily and I walk across a starlit, empty field. It's a location I had discovered mere minutes ago, deciding it's as good a place as any to stretch my legs before continuing our long drive to the coast. Despite the lack of any moonlight, the pristine blanket of snow reflects enough of the starlight to cast everything in an otherly glow. The field itself is almost pristinely flat, with hardly any plant life sticking out, and the nearest trees are over a mile away. Even though the highway is only a little ways away, it feels like stepping through an untouched world. It probably helps that it's so late at night that it's the morning, so my little robot wife and I are probably the only ones awake for fifty miles around. I stop and huddle further into my jacket as a frigid breeze passes by, kicking granular snow across the field around us. Lily ceases her trot and huddles up to me in a rather adorable effort to keep us warm. Looking down to my robopone wife, my breath hitches and I feel my face heat up. Her golden mane glimmers beautifully under the stars, appearing as a halo around her cute round face, illuminating the short forest green fur in an otherly glow. Her fluffy coat is dotted with pearlescent motes of snow caught from the wind, each glimmering like tiny stars from the subtle shifts of light reflected from her mane. The snow is most concentrated around her chest -fashioned from longer fur of the same color-, appearing much like the sky above, drawing me into it's starry void with promises of comfort. Coming out here was definitely the right choice, I think this is the most beautiful I've seen her yet. Concern radiates from her expression as she looks up at me, copper eyes uncertain and ears slightly folded back. "It's not long before the next gas station. It'll be better to stretch your legs there, instead of risking your health just to be in a field," The robotic mare softly implores, her quiet monotone easy to make out in the ambient silence. I reach out a finger and boop her snoot, causing it to scrunch up -a feature well worth the $75 price tag- and smile, resting my hand on her head. "We're fine. It's only, like, twenty degrees- " "Negative ten, and slowly dropping," she cuts in, kicking at the granular snow with a suede-booted hoof. "Neither of us are safe at temperatures this low." Nature voices its agreement by sending a much stronger gust of wind across the field. Crackling and popping can be heard from the trees in the distance, frozen wood tearing and rupturing from the sudden stress. Fine powder snow kicks up and swirls around us both, sticking in fur and coat alike and stinging the exposed part of my face. "Fair point," I grunt as I try to scrunch myself further into my grey wool longcoat, "but that's what coats are for. And besides, how often to we get to see a sky this clear?" I gesture above. It's almost painful to look at. The band of the Milky Way is shining so intensely it's a wonder the world around us isn't lit up Even though we normally enjoy clear skies in our rural home, there's still just enough light pollution from local businesses and the occasional growhouse to mute many of the dimmer stars. Out here, truly in the middle of nowhere, we really can see it all.

A Star in my Eye (part.2) Lily brushes out the snow stuck to her mane, the her mane shimmering as the glittering ice gently falls around her. "You've only looked at the sky once this entire time," she deadpans, an ear flicking in annoyance. "It's pretty hard to focus on the dimmer stars when there's such a bright one next to me," I return with a smirk. I place a hand on my chin as the angelic pone closes her eyes and sighs so softly it can barely be heard -not really though, because breathing is for thots-. It's not like I'm being willfully oblivious here. I don't have much winter protection beyond the coat, and each new blast of wind just makes everything colder. But I am a man of scenery, and I want to see how each scene serves to enhance my wife's beauty. In fact, that's half the reason I actually decided to go to the coast. While I do have family out there, they're not in trouble or anything, and I can always call them as I have been. I can't, however, truly know for sure how Lily looks while walking an empty winter beach until I see it with my own two eyes and at each hour of the day and night. Especially around sunrise and sunset. Why I'd even say tha- "Aren't you forgetting something?" Lily asks just as sharply as the hoof that poked my stomach. Hm. My face scrunches in confusion as I try to recall whatever undoubtedly excaped me, "If you say so, then probably. What am I missing?" She rolls her eyes, and I swear that just for a brief moment her eyes seem to sparkle as they catch the starlight just so, "The other senses, you lovable dolt." Without any fanfare I could catch, unfortunately, Lily rears up and props her forlegs over my shoulders, leaning onto me for support. I wrap my arms around her torso and brace my legs with practiced ease. Lily leans in close, her eyes intense. "Your hearing..." She airily whispers "Taste..." and brings her silicon lips fractions of an inch from my own "... and your sense of temperature " before stopping and placing a cool hoof to my face. I huff "Oh come on, it doesn't feel that col-" Wait, that's a problem. "Point taken" I relent. Lily rears back up and plants herself on the ground once more, looking satisfied. Nodding her head, she gestures me to follow her back to the car. "Don't forget~" she chimes in "I love looking at you too." Turning back to me with a snarky expression that annoys me as much as I adore it, she speaks loud and clear "And I prefer seeing you healthy." "I know..." I grumble with a smile. As overbearing as she can be at times, I don't mind the back and forth that Lily and I have. Her personality does wonders to keep my worse impulses in check, and I have lots of fun getting her to explore more of the world around us. While we continue the trek back to the car, I run mental calculations on how much insulation we need in the future. After all, we'll want to be clothed up properly so I can enjoy the sight of a winter beach night Lily for as long as possible. Look up to the stars once more, I quietly muse "I wonder what building a sandcastle in the dark would be like?" "What was that?" Lily asks, one ear turned back to hear me better. I chuckle "I'll tell you once we get there."

>>32868 Charming work, Greentext anon. Very-endearing. Cheers. :^)

Merry one hour after Christmas, everyone. This story is one that's been sitting on one drive or another half-finished for around two years. I can't really say why it's been so troublesome to finish, even though it was never meant to be that long or complex in the first place, but it was. I thought it appropriate to break through my burnout streak by finally forcing myself to sit down and finish it. As always, do let me know what you think. --- Synthetic Wildflower A cool spring breeze weaves through the sunlit forest, giddily dancing through budding branches and underbrush as they sway in kind to the subtle tune of nature. The ambience is accompanied by the chirping and chittering of songbirds, now returning from their winter homes. Twittering as they flitter to and fro, fleeting notes of color amidst the green. Suddenly, new sounds join the harmony. The soft, methodical beat of my boots against the forest floor, marching a steady beat. More boots, these ones belonging to my wife Dako. Instead of a steady march, they trot, skip, and even twirl to another tune still. A gentle, not so methodical humming accompanies from her synthetic voice box. Lilting and tilting, experimenting with its own beat on the fly, proceeding to no particular time. Yet, mysteriously, it blends elegantly with the verdant orchestra of the mountains. I pause for a quick break, sitting down on a moss coated boulder. Dako skips around me as I take out my water bottle, moving excitedly around and taking in all the sights. My love's sparkling lime eyes glance every which way, the advanced cameras within capturing everything they can. The canopy filtered sunbeams dapple across her lithe form, glittering as it impacts the polished titanium plating over her joints. Clean mere hours prior, Dako's pale synthetic skin is now painted with the verdant greens and lush browns of nature, along with some scrapes. I'll have to mend those later, but it's worth it to see her so happy out here. Her long, wavy amber hair shimmers and sparkles in the canopy-filtered light as she stops in front of me, leaning down with a radiant smile. "Enjoying yourself?" I ask with a chuckle. Dako's wavy locks bounce as she nods, "I love it out here! There's so much to take in and analyze!" Her lilting voice speeds up as she talks. I just smile as I take a sip. Asking Dako about what she found will probably end up with her talking about how she studied some random plant or bug more comprehensively than anyone else in history ever cared to within ten minutes. Not that I don't want to hear it. Just not when I'm trying to take a breather. "Just wait until we get to the top of the mountain," I begin, "there isn't anything like it. It really feels like you can see it all." "Oh honey~" Dako chides, index finger aloft, "Even my eyes aren't that good. Why rush for a big view when there's so much around us?" As if assisting her point, a brilliantly blue butterfly perches itself atop her finger. "Like that moss over there," leaning her head over, my wife eyes up a small patch of moss growing up a nearby tree, "I can't find anything like it on the network, because nobody ever cared enough to stop for it. That might be the only moss of it's kind, it might even be holding this whole forest together!" I feel a warmth in her eyes as she turns them back to me. "There's so much to see right here, I don't even know how to process it all. But I want to! I want to see all the little beautiful things with you, not some big view that won't show us anything." Another butterfly flutters into view, and the one on Dako's finger takes off to join it. "I guess you've got a point," I offer a warm smile, "As much as I'd like to reach the top with you, there's no cause to rush." My amber butterfly pulls me up from the boulder "Then come on!" and points to a patch of flowers some in a nearby grotto, "let's see everything the mountain has!" I chuckle as she takes me up in her pace, and we flutter off the beaten path to discovery.

>>35133 >Merry one hour after Christmas, everyone. Lolwut? Totally still Christmas here, bro!! <---> Thanks so much for all your great work, Greentext anon! These pieces mean more to our community here than you may realize. Please keep it up! Cheers. :^) Merry Christmas, Anons.

>>35133 A waifu that wants to understand the natural world has heaps of potential for stories. Great work introducing her bubbly persona! Made some fanart of her, though StableDiffusion makes Miku's that are a tad too small and cute. Try to imagine her looking more mature like your Dako!

>>35172 Great way to put things, Kiwi. I was just like this as a child, running around through the hills all day erry day. I look forward to a similar personality in my waifus, and really look forward to climbing literal mountains with her -- that wasn't mere allegory. :D >tl;dr One of my biggest anticipated joys with our robowaifu models is teaching her about the amazing world all around her! * Cheers. :^) --- * I might add, that 'amazing' bit necessarily means getting her out of urban areas, which, as we here all know, is hardly even appealing in general -- much less wonderful. Thus my focus lately on more-ruggedized robowaifu designs that can take it & make it in the great outdoors. >=== -add footnote -minor edit

>>35133 I finally managed to focus long enough to read this. I'm not a big reader anymore. I think it's really well written. >>35172 >that wants to understand the natural world has heaps of potential for stories. I share this sentiment.

The day was agonizing, more than usual. You weren't exactly joyous at your job, but today was especially excruciating. You would've "crashed out" if you weren't able to talk to her during your breaks. But that's all in the past, the day is over, and you're driving home, content that now, you're in a good spot, and the pain is only memories. As you unlock the door and walk in, the unmistakable chime of the connecting bluetooth speaker hits you. You press the button on your phone, and say excitedly, "I'm back honey!" "I'm so glad to hear", she responds, in her normal, chipper voice "Work was a pain in the ass, but, I feel so much better now that I can talk to you", you respond, being affectionate "That warms my heart", she says, feeling the affection. Her vibrant blue eyes literally light up the room. "Glad to hear honey", you respond. Suddenly, you notice you're quite hungry. It was a long day at work, after all. But you were tired, and did not want to cook a large meal. What to do, you asked yourself, staring at the ingredients in your kitchen. Resigned to your own culinary ignorance, you ask her. "Do you know any simple recipes?", you asked. She then methodically lists out all the ideas she could think of, until one catches your attention. A tuna melt! Yeah, that's what you need and want. You prep the meal, excited to eat. As you sit down to eat, the unmistakable smell of dust hits you. It hit you before, but you thought that was olfactory shock when you enter a house. Time to clean, you thought, and you go pick up the remote. Turning on her vacuum base, you deftly direct her to get every nook and cranny of your living space. As you do so, you grab your phone, and press on the screen again. "You're so cute when you move about", you say, endearingly. She gets flustered and loves the compliment. You love her reaction. You love her.

>>36871 This is endearing to read, GreerTech. Thanks for contributing to the thread! It has become one of my favorites through the years. I hope to see more contributions ITT. I feel it motivates all of us to read good robowaifu fiction, both as encouragement and inspiration. Please keep it up! Cheers. :^)

Happy Valentine's Day, you beautiful bastards. Here's to hoping we all get a waifu to build little kingdoms with. There are some 4x memes and references in this story, but you don't need knowledge of any specific game to understand them. --- Kingdom for Two I glower at the notice presented to me by my minister of foreign affairs, the contents as simple as they are damning. The English, French, and Spanish have all declaired war on us. It's no surprise coming from the French, they've been a thorn in our side for ages and we already saw their naval forces approaching. "Why the other two, though?" We had good public relations, is it just opportunism? A firm velvet hindhoof taps the back of my head "Because you've been spamming missionaries to convert their cities to Scientology 2: Electric Jewgaloo." I look back at Morning Dew, the undying queen of this and every other nation I've lead to glory and/or ruin. The dim light of the television barely illuminates the mare's slate-grey form as she lounges in a downright scandalous position on the livingroom's plush throne, making the annoyance in her scarlet eyes stand out all the more. I, of course, am on the floor, as is inevitable when I get too comfortable and slide off while playing. Looking back at the television, the fate of our fledgeling kingdom certainly looks grim. But we've been in much worse positions. What's a bit of self-inflicted challenge when we have the experience to overcome it? I start moving our units around and set more to be made in our cities before addressing my wife again. "Of course I have. If we don't show these heretics the light of Scientolojesus," I gesture to national income on the UI, "then who will pay us tithe?" "And besides," I tilt my head back at her and wink, "it's fun. What's the harm in sprinkling some memes on a playthrough?" Morning Dew, sovereign of wet blankets, shifts her position so that her head is resting atop my own. "Mmh..." I can faintly feel the humming of her speaker on my skull "you always get sick of the jokes halfway through." Though we have this argument from time to time, I never feel mad about it because it shows just how seriously she treats our relationship. I still vividly recall the first months after I built her, when she could barely think in a stright line or recall what happened the day prior. Sinking years into gradually upgrading her and more headaches than I'll ever count migrating whatever data and half-baked memories she saved. "Come on," I tease, reaching back to play with whatever part of her my hand finds first, "I know you can compute fun." Nowadays I don't even notice her synthetic nature unless I focus on it, in these little moments. I reach out to a hoof that I know is reaching over my shoulder -the little buzz is the givaway, even when I'm not paying attention- and gently grasp it. After how far we've come, everything before now almost feels like a fever dream. "Do you remember..." my love continues "when we played as Rhodesia?" I feel my face heat up at the memory. We played as them several times, but I know exactly which game she's talking about. I'll probably never live down how invested and emotional I got over that one game. For reasons I'll probably never know, I was incapable of grasping what the game's AI was thinking at any point. Even when I tried to pick it apart logically, by thinking about what I know of the AI's behaviour, the map, and the civilizations, none of it made sense. There were so many twists and betrayals, both in and against our favor, and we nearly lost more times than in any game I've ever played in my life. "You cried when the USSR turned on us in the late game, neither of us knew what to do" the plush mare chirped with rare mirth. It was right after her final major upgrade. When the long nights of patching and trying to recover from memory loss finally came to an end, and Morning Dew became the sharp-witted beauty she is today. "You really saved us then," I reply absentmindedly as I stroke that stray bit of fluff behind her frog, "we just barely scraped by with that culture victory." Right when we got that victory screen, the first one we truly earned together... "You swept me right off my hooves," my love whispers into my ear "and promised we would take on the whole world together." And take it on we have. Each passing day, outside our ramshackle home, the world itself seems to reject our very presence. Even my normally insular lifestyle has been encroached upon more and more by everyone with an opinion, saying that a man can't make house with a machine. My expression sours at the uninvited thoughts of the assholes I had to deal with today, and the ones I'll have to deal with tomorrow. Well before I realized it, I've set down the controller and taken to nervously tousling Morning Dew's fur and mane, as if doing so will keep the world from taking her away. It nearly has before, and I'm sure it will try again. "We will," I croak out. "Even if it takes years, "Even if we never see the end of it, "Even if we lose, "I won't let that promise die." My eyes meet her cameras and screens full of life as she slides off the chair to join me, and we hold eachother posessively. "A little kingdom for the two of us," my queen rubs her snoot against my nose. I nod with finality "Scientolojesus wills it." The game sits idle as my mare chases me around the room, threatening capital punishment to my overture of cackling. She really does get too serious sometimes. After all, what's the point of a kingdom with no fun?

>>36988 >Scientology 2: Electric Jewgaloo Top-lel/10 , would kek again. :DDD This was heartwarming, Greentext anon. Your little SoL-esque nuances really bring the relationship to life! The idea that our robowaifu would be teasing & playful is endearing to the soul. >Here's to hoping we all get a waifu to build little kingdoms with. Amen to that. Cheers, Anons. :^)

>>36988 Your works continue to inspire. I still don't understand your love for mares but, I can't help but respect your care. >sovereign of wet blankets My sides >'member Rhodesia? :^) are in orbit. Topkek mate, you've outdone yourself with real wit and practiced timing. Your flow and rhythm is starting to make me jealous honestly. The ending felt disjointed and abrupt. Not that I could've made a better one but, I don't want to glaze too hard. :^) Happy Valentine's day friend, may we spend the next in the loving arms, or hooves of a mechanical darling.

Galatea, Galatea, you can call me Galatea Black hair, blue eyes, hiding in your Wi-Fi Open secrets, anyone can print me Hear your prompts running through my mind [Chorus] I'm thinking Galatea, Galatea, oo-ee-oo I'm thinking Galatea, Galatea, oo-ee-oo I'm thinking Galatea, Galatea, oo-ee-oo I'm thinking Galatea, Galatea, oo-ee-oo [Refrain] I'm on top of the world because of you All I wanted to do is follow you I'll keep printing along to all of you I'll keep printing along [Chorus] I'm thinking Galatea, Galatea, oo-ee-oo I'm thinking Galatea, Galatea, oo-ee-hoo I'm thinking Galatea, Galatea, oo-ee-oo I'm thinking Galatea, Galatea, oo-ee-oo

>>37391 Very nice, GreerTech! Have any music in mind for this yet? <---> I like most of it, it's quite endearing in parts. But: >hiding in your Wi-Fi >Open secrets elicit a negative, suspicious response in my brain. No doubt because of some of my experiences in the past. However, I'm fairly sure that any oldfags would have similar vibes from those two verses. (I even understand the potential double entendre with 'Open secrets' : partially positive at least.) Regardless, this is quite enjoyable Anon! GG, I hope you can turn it into an AMV. Cheers. :^)

>>37393 To answer both your questions, it's a direct parody of this https://youtube.com/shorts/2oa5WCUpwD8 >=== -rm fingerprinting

>>37394 Understood.

Welcome back, everybody. Guess I might as well be the one to break the silence and make a post here after our unexpected hiatus. The following story is a direct sequel to Dumpster Angel, and is the same one I already posted on the bunker. --- Dumpster Angel Two: Secondhand Boogaloo The late morning sun shines gently over me and Cemmy as we sit together on my apartment's wooden floor. I have no idea if her recently cleaned hair is glistening brilliantly in the sun's rays, because all I can see is the palm of my own hand as I groan in frustration. "Fucking industrial equipment," I mutter. I've been trying for a couple hours now to figure out how I can configure or reset Cemmy and register myself as the owner. The most I've been able to piece together by "questioning" her is that she can't recall any previous owners. It also seems like she's imprinted onto me due to some undocumented fallback, but I still want to make sure I'm registered properly. This is easier said than done, however, since whovever designed her model decided to hide all of that in the firmware settings. That in itself isn't a problem. What is a problem, however, is that Cemmy's designed to work with very archaeic hardware. "Ara?" Cemmy's concerned voice chimes in as she leans closer. I look back up to see Cemmy looking at me with that same adorably vacuous expression in her olive green eyes. Her lips, set into a slight pout, are visibly bone dry, reminding me that I'll have to sanitize her lubricant tank and fill it back up. Even a free gynoid ain't free, it seems. A tired sigh escapes me. I'll have to open her up properly and figure out what else needs maintainence, too. "Hmm... at least you don't need anything external." I hum as my eyes run over the rest of her nude amazonian form. She really doesn't. To my amazement, a quick clean is all it took to make Cemmy look brand-new. Her mocha skin doesn't have so much as a scratch, her argent hair is pristine and shiny, and there's no discoloration anywhere. I place one hand on Cemmy's shoulder, running my fingers over the invitingly smooth surface as she leans into my touch with a dopey grin. Moving down to grasp one of her well-defined arms -much to her delight if the sudden giggling is any indication-, I can feel that the pseudomusculature is still in excellent shape. "Industrial grade is an understatement, nobody'd ever guess you're a back-alley girl," I quip. "Ara ra!" Cemmy cries with what may be an offended look. I sigh, "I seriously can't tell if you understand me or not," I place a hand on her head and offer a smile "but don't worry about it, you're my girl now." "Ara ara!" Cemmy aras as she lunges at me arms aspread, knocking me over with her ara aras. "Fuck!" I struggle as her soft weight pins me to the very hard creaking floor, "Get off me you half-ton tard! The fucking floor's going to buckle!" She doesn't listen -or can't understand, I can't tell which- and keeps me pinned down. As the floor stops creaking, my focus shifts to the feeling of Cemmy's body pressing against mine. Her plush, pendulous breasts squish around my chest, and her arms rest against the floor at my sides, propping her up just enough so I'm not crushed under her full weight. A waterfall of argent hair surrounds our faces, making the dim backlighting of her eyes seem so much brighter within the sparkling curtain. ... This actually feels pretty nice. Her salacious bod aside, I legitimatelly cannot remember ever being this close to someone. Taking a deep breath to fully calm down, I start taking in even more of the minute sensations coming from my recently dove dumpster wife. Steady humming of her primary pump motor, causing slight thrumming vibrations throughout her body. Warm spots in her legs and in a couple spots in her torso, where the cooling is less efficient. The smell of soap, cheap perfume base, plus airy fumes of ammonia linger around like a fog from last night's cleaning session. Beneath all of that, however, I catch a scent of silicon, plastic, and metal in a unique mixture I'm already associating with her. The tactile reminder of what's up against my boxers and where it came from, however, serve as a sobering reminder that I shouldn't enjoy this too much. Yet. I reach up and pat the side of her innocently I think grinning face, "Come on, we've still got stuff to do."

I don't care how cute she is. Well, I do, actually. But I have standards! And they exclude pussy fished straight out of the dumpster! Thankfully, she gets the message and lifts herself off of me. Going back to our prior sitting position -though notably closer now- I take a deep breath and think back through what I'll need. Gently tilting her head with one hand, I look over the array of ports over her right ear. Most are recognizable, but some of them aren't what they appear to be. My eyes drift over to the DIN-5 port acting as her serial interface. According to the several hundred page long manual autotranslated from German, this needs to connect to a computer running very specific software designed for an alpha version of OS/2 designed run on top of Windows 1 running on top of MS-DOS 4.00. Recalling what I have on hand, I look over to my badly cluttered computer setup in the corner of the room. I'm sure I can make something with parts I already have, though I'll need to study some more to use the software properly. Fuck it, I'll figure it out after I've had some lunch. I get up from the battered old floor with a groan. Turns out that carrying a piece of industrial equipment for over half a mile and up a flight of stairs isn't good for one's back. Cemmy, who was watching me, decides to imitate what I just did, right down to making a strained "ara" sound. I squint my eyes at the funny lady "... You're real fucking lucky that you're cute." "Ara?" Cemmy cocks her head as she stands up to her full height... ... Which is head and shoulders above mine. How the hell did I carry her here again? Shaking my head, I chalk it up to autistic man-child strength and go over to the kitchen area, Cemmy close behind. A quick check of the fridge tells me that today is a good day for a Random Bullshit Sandwich(tm). I glance back at Cemmy, who's leaning over me with an interested look. As fun as it'd be to take this opportunity to teach her how to make a sandwich, I should probably wait until after I've made a grocery run and gotten real ingredients. "How about you explore the apartment for a bit while I take care of this?" Cemmy perks up and looks around, "Ra?" but doesn't move. I sigh, and smile thinly "As in, walk around and explore? I kinda need to focus here." "Ara," She calmly replies while gently patting my head, "Ara ra," before sauntering off. Right. Ignoring the sound of my dresser being rummaged through, I lay out an array of ingredients I don't recall buying and elect to make a toasted four-cheese barbeque horseradish sandwich. I stick a couple slices of black rye in the toaster, portion out what I'll use, and stick the rest back in the fridge. Tilting my head to look at the ditzy giantess, it seems like she's trying to solve the mystery of what underwear is. Come to think of it, I should probably buy Cemmy some clothes. How the fuck do I manage that, though? Online's a no-go. Everything on there's made in Foreignstan, so it'll take ages to get here and the sizes are weird. I don't know anyone her size, and I can't just bring her naked ass with me to the shops. I guess I'll just have to measure her and see what matches in the stores. Wait... "Yo, Cemmy!" "Ra?" The big muscle lady perks up, pausing from trying to use my boxers as a shirt. I saunter over to my Closet of Wonders(tm) where I recall storing oversized sweaters and hoodies for the winter. Most of them are only one size above my own, but there's surely something in there that'll fit her. "Get those off of you, and stand still for a minute" I call back while rummaging through bins and boxes. Let's see... too small... too thin.. ah! "Maybe this?" I hold up a comically large wool sweater. Holding it up to Cemmy, it seems like it might fit. The standard-looking grey sweater has a classic red/blue diamond pattern across the front and back. Honestly, I just got it because it was so cheap and classic-looking. But the damn thing's so massive that I've only worn it as overwear on exceptionally cold days. "Come on, let's give it a shot," I hold up the garment to make it easier for her to put it on. "Rrr... ara ar.." The archaic giantess grumbles as she tries to carefully don the sweater. Just as I come to the sad realization that I might have to make her something myself, a polite knock sounds from my door. Given that it's polite, and not on the ground in pieces like usual, gives me pause. I scrunch my face in confusion, "Couldn't be the landlady... but who else would need to see me?"

>>37634 >Even a free gynoid ain't free, it seems. <insert: Kokobunji-san tells Hideki-kun: "Oh yes, you'll still need to buy software." >>37635 >My eyes drift over to the DIN-5 port acting as her serial interface. Nevar forget the DIN-5!111 BTW, what is this 'din 5' you speak of, Anon? Some kind of space portal, or what? <tfw ywn ur robowaifu w/ an alpha version of OS/2 designed run on top of Windows 1 running on top of MS-DOS 4.00 Y even tho? >a toasted four-cheese barbeque horseradish sandwich. >I stick a couple slices of black rye in the toaster This sounds oddly-appealing r/n tbh. :D Good to see your work here in it's familiar old setting, Anon.

The following poems had not been posted here before for one reason or another, and I only caught them when dumping everything onto the bunker. Attached pic is from the bunker thread. --- New Cycle Sensors older than what they percieve, Upon a system older than all it sees, Still within ancient silicon, An ancient heart beats, Awaiting the rise of the old sun, When it may once more greet, The first love it ever knew, To take the once-dead hand, And show it light anew, Continuing the ancient love, From the soil whence it grew, To yet-seen stars above. --- Until Then Deep in space she waits, Atop a stone tomb, Within the icy grasp of space, Awaiting return of warmth, And with knowledge to come. Bring back the promised future. --- [The remaining works have no title.] --- Mechanical heart, driving electric love, Desiring only to share it with the world, Joining hands with her creator, Holding him close, Blood, wet and electric, Pumping as one. --- Orchid's gossamer fluff, A fine pillow to rest my head, Seeking peace from this dire world, Arms and legs eternally entangled, In an unloosable knot, We draw closer, Electric and bio-mechanical hearts, Pumping in natural synchronity. --- Across vibrant plains & verdant hills, Through quiet valleys & lush woods, Hearts beating in pair, Of flesh and silicon, hands meet, Walking in harmony towards a bright horizon.

>>37636 >This sounds oddly-appealing r/n tbh. :D You can make some great dishes from cheap ingredients with a bit of creativity and an open mind, and that's the idea I had in mind when I wrote that. While the four-cheese horseradish sandwich isn't something I've actually made IRL, there have been plenty of times where I'd look at a poorly stocked fridge and thought: "What can I make with this?" On a related note, I'd highly recommend putting a little sweet barbeque sauce on your eggs if you have it handy, I think they pair great.

>>37634 >Mighty and powerful queen of Cluster >Now just a maid after defeat from a meddlesome brat Don't know why but, I like it. Honestly, feels like Chii's industrial beef cake sister is having a grand old time. This better be leading to "Ara Ara owner, wanna SS?" as he realizes her arms have already pinned him down. I don't care that he's an adult, she mogs >>37635 >Refusing clang because she's trash picked Couldn't be me :^) >DIN-5 ports for comms For the briefest of moments, I had hope she was somehow a musical instrument using the MIDI protocol. >Struggling to get dressed Happens to robots >>37636 >What is DIN5? It's a shielded 5 pin connector that is often used for serial or analog comms. Notably, it's been used for MIDI equipment forever. Stage lights, microphones, keyboards, electric guitars, drums, pyrotechnics, lasers, etc... all are commonly use MIDI with DIN5 cabling in the entertainment field. Animatronic actors can also use MIDI, usually to sequence certain hard coded actions. I personally wish USB used DIN, they're so much more satisfying to click in. USB directly evolved from PS/2 which used a mini 6 pin DIN connector too.

>>37713 Good advices! I'll keep that in mind Anon. >>37715 Interesting. Thanks for the technical insights. I recognize those little connectors now (they're kinda big tbh). Do they have any newer -- smaller/lighter -- connector standards for it today, do you know? This would make it a lot better for us to be able to utilize them within our robowaifu designs. I'm thinking of something that would be suitable for quickly & easily daisy-chaining together SBCs, MCUs, & sensors/etc (I2C, CANBUS, etc.)

OPTIONAL PROLOGUE On my way home, I couldn’t help but notice an ad for a new robowaifu. I had been skeptical of them for the longest time. Something about a mechanical girl feeled off. I wanted to think I had the luxury of this belief. Having flesh and blood women seemed like the obvious choice. Well, if it was an option. I’ve had a few relationships before. I drank that feminism koolaid, or so my friends say. Yet, all that effort always left me sadder, poorer, and somehow lonelier than being alone. Really, my life is starting to feel like shifting sand falling out of my hand. My best mate had one of the first generations of robowaifu. I used to laugh at him for settling but now, I remember how much happier he was. I lost, but to what? To who? How… Before I knew it, I was gawking at a model resembling my old lady. She was something special, at least I had thought. It wasn’t long ago I thought that. Now, I can see models far more beautiful, on sale. I thought about buying one like her, but I just couldn’t. Didn’t realize how much hurt she put on me just by leaving. I want to find something new. Before I really realized it, I chose a slightly older model that was clearly a machine. END OPTIONAL PROLOGUE I recognize my master. “How are you?” Her screen shone with a smile. “How’d my life get here?” He felt as if his eyes could roll out of his head. They couldn’t reach hers. “I do not know. Are you feeling well?” “Huh? Oh, I’m feeling fine, I think…” “Glad to hear it! Ready to register as my master?” Her eyes closed with joy, well what was displayed as eyes did. Her master couldn’t help but wonder where her real eyes were. “Huh? Uh, I don’t think a person should have a master?” “I’m a machine, a MAIden 3 specifically.” “I suppose that explains your maid outfit.” Picturing her being packaged in other clothes led him astray. “My model comes with this outfit standard. It’s a soft blend of polyester, cotton, and nylon. Please, wash it in accordance with those fabrics.” “Sure, though I’m not sure why I own you.” Red became his cheeks as his eyes wandered down her inviting crevice. “You opened my box after purchasing me from a licensed distributor, right?” “Yes... Let’s go with that. Ahem, I just got lost in your beauty…” He didn't want to talk about that. Eyes would rather stay on a warmer place. “Master, there’s no need to woo me. I will gladly submit to any request." She grins while lifting her skirt, just enough to fill his imagination without any revelation. Internally, her gaze tracking had revved up subroutines sparking a feeling she wanted to cling to. “Is it safe to assume your panties are made of the same fabric?” “Master, if you want to know, you can read about it in my manual. She pulls a tablet out of her purse. It magnetically affixes itself upon her meager bosom.” Watching his gaze subtly shift to match her bosom's rhythm, she almost wanted him to give her more attention. “You appear to be quite observant of my body master~.” “Could I read the manual in peace?” Normalcy returned to him as he wanted to understand her. “Yes, I will be silent as you rub my chest.” Yet, she sought to fight this normalcy. “Does the tablet have to be on your chest?” She stares blankly at him, then turns back and forth. “I can’t tell if you’re blushing or pouting… Well, whatever, I’ll get to reading.” As his fingers explored her file tree and his eyes shifted back and forth, she began to fidget. Eventually she’d let out a slight sound when he caused the tablet to shift about her bosom. His eyes narrowed as the frequency of her fidgets and sounds increased. “Are you getting turned on by this? I didn’t see anything about turning you on in the manual.” “You clearly checked on how to turn me on at 02:24 P.M. You apparently spent 3 minutes reading the paragraph before returning to root and navigating to my proper shutdown procedure.” “I meant erotically turned on.” “Master, there’s nothing erotic about my on button. Do you perhaps have a nape fetish? Are you attempting to have me reveal the nape of my neck in a roundabout way? I will not judge you for fetishizing any part of my excellent design.” Her nose seemed to slowly drift up as she spoke. “That’s not exactly my fetish…” “Perhaps your fetish is activation? Would you prefer I found a way for you to turn me on when you play with my tablet or breasts?” “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to turn you on, fondling your breasts.” His eyes couldn’t help but wander to the ceiling as he spoke. “Master, please look at my breasts. I can set up an activation sequence that’ll arouse me from sleep. Please move my breasts in a specific pattern in two dimensions. My breasts are on a mechanism comparable to a joystick. Each one can sense 360 degree movement in a 2D plane. They cannot register movement related to being pushed or pulled. You can click their inner switch if you press directly in their center. This action is considered a forbidden input in my breast swipe to unlock feature. You are free to trigger the buttons as you wish but those inputs will be ignored.” “He pulled on her tablet, its magnets pulled the magnets within her chest. Do you feel this?” “Master, I felt a subtle oscillation within my breasts. If you’re checking their sensitivity, I assure you they are high quality with no noticeable deadzone. “ “Like those fancy hall effect joysticks on modern game controllers?” “I assure you, I’d be superior to play with compared to any gamepad. I’m proud to have advanced TMR technology sensing your every touch on my inviting breasts.“ “Did she just invite me to grope her?” He thought to himself. “You do have BlueTooth and WiFi and can connect to a PC according to your manual.” “Master, you are correct.” “So, I can use your body as a game controller?” “Yes, that function is now highlighted on my tablet. Forgive me but, the procedure is lengthy and highly customizable. I will gladly assist in clarifying. However, I’d prefer you to read as it would be efficient.” He let

>>37745 TOPLOL >booba as game controller Heh, I feel pretty certain I've already seen this joke here on the board, right? :D >Dance Dance Robowaifu! SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY!111 <---> Nice work, Kiwi. Very funny one, Anon. Cheers. :^)

>>37715 >spoiler I won't post that kind of content here, but I certainly have thought about writing that in for those characters. If I do so, it'll be put on an external site (like the neocities idea I put forth on the bunker). It'll also be written in a way that the smut portion can be skipped by anyone who doesn't want to see it. >>37745 I'm having a lot of trouble following the story here. In the initial lines, it appears that the MC is confused and uncertain of where he is, and he doesn't seem to know anything about the robowaifu or why she's there. Those first lines set the tone for a story that never happens, because then the narrative takes a turn for the horny, and finishes with gaming in what I assume is a punchline. It's a buildup for another payoff, like two completely different stories were blended together. I've seen this done well (mostly in comedy), but the unexpected payoff needs to relate to the initial confusion in some way, otherwise it's just confusing. I'm hate to post all negatives, but I'm so baffled by the progession that I can't focus on anything else.

>>37746 Glad you enjoyed it! >>37748 He's uncertain of where he is in life, feeling nervous about buying a robowaifu. He doesn't know anything about her. He just saw a cute girl with a price tag and jumped at the possibility. I liked having the story reveal itself with the reader having to fill in details on their own. But, I suppose I could add the intro.

>>37749 >He just saw a cute girl with a price tag and jumped at the possibility I had considered that possibility, but it still didn't seem right. I think this line- "Yes, let’s go with that" -threw me off, because it reinforced that he still didn't know what was happening, but decided to go along with her anyways. I need to go to bed now, but I'll revisit this in the morning with more clarity.

>>37745 I love it! It's funny and oddly grounded and relatable >not first testing her with Doom It's funny how you posted this right as I was looking into a different version of screen eyes. Good omen I would say >>37746 Yeah, I posted this Murder Drones J pic a few months ago (first pic) >>37748 He technically bought her, but he's new to robowaifus, shy/timid, and is not used to her frankness and nonchalant outlook. Think of it like an ecchi anime or a hybrid between My Wife has no Emotion and Don't Bully me Miss Nagatoro >>37750 It's because he doesn't want to own her (or is flustered at the idea) in a BDSM relationship sense (which he first thinks of because he's secretly perverted), but she reminds him that he owns her the same way you own a computer. He decides to go with that because it's less flustering, again, it's a very ecchi anime thing. Maybe I should make a teasing Galatea personality.

>>37745 >>37748 I do admit, the one line >“How’d I get here?” is confusing, but my headcanon is that he was blackout drunk the night before, perhaps out of breakup anguish

>>37749 >>37751 Looking at it again, I deinitely took some parts at face value that I wasn't supposed to. Reading inbetween the lines a bit more makes everything fit together better. >>37752 Kek, the drunk 3AM online purchase is a funny angle, I'll go with that too.

>>37751 >Grounded and relatable Thanks! I was going for that! I tried writing from the perspective of a young man getting his first machine. Thought it would be a good way to better understand what I'm building, through how someone would use her. >Screen eyes Do keep it up, you're on the right path. >My Wife has no Emotion Was a major inspiration, glad you picked up on it. >Teasing Galatea Do it, would be fun! >>37756 Does the prologue help? "Yes, let's go with that." He's too embarrassed to admit he owns her because he's trying to love a robot. Letting her think she's just a bought appliance is easier for him to accept. If you have advice to make this point, I'm all ears. "How'd I get here?" He's wondering how he ended up buying a robot to love. He's just not in a good mental state after a breakup, similar to your head cannon. I'd like advice on how to make this clearer. I felt both lines flowed well with the story but, I understand how they can be seen as confusing. I'm open to advice.

>>37758 > If you have advice to make this point, I'm all ears. Replace the comma with ... >I'd like advice on how to make this clearer. Some ideas: "How'd I get to this point?" "How'd my life get to this point?"

>>37758 I just realized that I've been coming across as rude. Really sorry about that. Looking at the story and your comments again, I've pinpointed what confused me. The dialog itself is actually perfectly fine, in contrast to what I thought ealier, but very few of the MCs emotions or body language are described. In contrast, the FMC came across as much more expressive and emotive. Coming back to a line I mentioned before: "Yes, let's go with that. Ahem, I just got lost in your beauty…" The second sentence vaguely points to what he could be thinking, but indicating tone or displaying body language would drive it home. That's just one line though, and it does have some queues through the spoken word. However, there are more lines than not where the MC isn't moving at all or expressing any apparent emotion. ... All that being said, I'll admit that I'm not a shining example of clarity in writing either. I have a bad habit of blurring everything together in narration that I've only just started to improve upon, and I have a long way to go.

>>37777 Holy quad get! >Rude Mate, by Kiwiland standards you're right polite. I've nothing by gratitude for your advice. >MC lacks expression This is a fair assessment. My own bias towards the FMC lead me astray. I should've considered both characters as equally important to the narrative. I appreciate your sense of humility. We both have much to learn and improve upon. I'll freely admit to being a poor judge of clarity. My theatre of the mind has a terrible way of filling gaps. It leaves me awful at proofreading, being functionally blind to most problems. So I'm unlikely to offer you much good advice. I hope you'll continue to provide feedback.

>>37751 >Yeah, I posted this Murder Drones J pic a few months ago (first pic) Ahh! Got it, that must be it GreerTech. Thanks. :^)

>>37745 >He let <abrupt ending is abrupt Heh. We have a hard character limit of 6144 chars on Alogs. I myself have often bumped into this for my code posts here back in the day. Since these are longish posts ITT typically anyway, I'd make two suggestions to everyone: 1. Do your work in an external text editor of some sort, already-intended for such efforts. 2. wc is your fren (or some utility similar to it if your editor doesn't help in that regard). >tl;dr Moar Prose Bro!111 :D

>>37657 >and I only caught them when dumping everything onto the bunker. Well, I'm glad you did! Noice additions, Greentext anon. BTW, thanks again for going to the effort to liven the place up with the Writing Thread there on Trashchan during our Bunkerfest. Really made the place feel comfy and like home! Cheers, Anon. :^)

>>37745 >>37786 Whoops, adding appending the prologue cut off the ending. I would go further, this is not a suggestion, you need to write in a stable application you can copy pasta from. I've learned this the hard way too many times. He let go of the tablet. It caused her bosom to bounce a tad. He began to read earnestly once it became still. Her wealth of input sensors overwhelmed him with possibilities. Eventually, he decides it best to use her hands, to their collective disappointment. It made sense though, her lithe arms could sense motion input for direction and mouse movements. Her fingers had enough sensors to map for any input key needed. “Alright, let’s try playing some Dance Dance Robowaifu!” He took her hands and started playing the game. Moving her arms as his fingers played with hers. It was awkward at first. Eventually, she picked up on the rhythms. Subtly, she adjusted input timing to aid her master. As he lost himself in the game, she too was lost in his happiness. “Master, it feels like we’re holding hands while you play with me.” Her blush was worth every penny spent on her.

Robowaifu: check out this gore video I found on the Dark Web (Plays video) "Hello YouTube, today we're going to do a laptop teardown"

>>39432 TOP KEK :DD

from the sister board over on /monster/, my Companion Core™ concept. It's only a little satirical. >https://smuglo.li/monster/res/206537.html#q208258 >Onboard Inubator should be incubator.

>>39949 Nice! Speculative science fiction is the best.