>the robot watches you very intently as you grab the ingredients to make your sandwich, so before you begin to actually make it, you give in and ask the robot if it could do it
>she declines, and explains that she has not yet learned that skill, but would benefit from watching you perform it
>she stares as you think to yourself how strange it is to have her watching you
>then you catch yourself as you realize you've begun thinking of it as "her" rather than "it."
>you sit on the couch, place your plate on the armrest, and turn on a movie, internally hating yourself for spending thousands of dollars on a machine that does nothing but make you feel awkward, as the machine places itself on the middle seat of the couch
>You've already decided to yourself that you could never use it for the intended, sexual purpose. Not only does it feel weird just having it around, but your inner normalfag has kicked in and told you you can't actually bring yourself to fuck a robot, let alone a loli robot. But maybe you can train it to make sandwiches and stuff, that might be useful.
>as you watch the movie, you sometimes notice the robot shifting in her seat. Must be another feature to make it seem more lifelike.
>about a half hour in, though, you notice that you can feel heat coming from the robot's direction. Your mind jumps to thinking that it's overheating, but when you look over at it you realize that it is sitting much closer to you than it was when you started the movie.
>at first you're terrified. You don't need no creepy ass robot stealthily sneaking up to snap your neck
>but then it readjusts itself in its seat one more time, and when it's done, the robot is just barely pressing up against your side
>somehow, this makes your fear fade, and instead you are filled with curiosity. Instead of continuing to try to ignore the robot, you instead pay more attention to it.
>you notice that the robot seems to be breathing. You can see its chest move with each breath, and hear a very faint sound of rushing air as it exhales
>you finally just ask the robot if it is actually breathing
>the robot turns to you, and there is no mistake about it. As it is so close to you, you feel gentle but unmistakable bursts of hot air with each of the robot's breathing motions.
>she explains to you that this is a heat exchange feature to help with her cooling
>she tells you that she can try to temporarily pause this feature if it bothers you, but it may impact long term performance. You tell her that it doesn't bother you.
>you continue watching the movie as night falls and the temperature cools. You soon realize that without thinking, you've begun leaning into the robot and resting your hand on its leg. Purely for warmth, of course.
>you expected the thing to feel cold and sterile, but its body heat is just slightly more than a human. Still feels sterile, but your autistic nature appreciates this.
>as your body is pressed against different pieces of the robot, you realize that different parts have different textures. Its arms are quite bony, or rather, made of a harder plastic, while the plastic on its thighs has much more give to it.
>when you catch yourself, you move yourself away from the robot and lean in the other direction, leaning on the armrest.
>the robot follows you and begins to lean on you, putting its arm on your leg. You're still a little chilly, so you're not complaining.
>the movie ends and as you get up, the robot asks you if you could direct it to the lavatory. Of course you're confused, so the robot explains that it needs to expel cooling fluid
>the robot's request comes with a slight tinge of urgency in its voice, as if it was waiting for the movie to be over. You figure it must have been programmed to not interrupt you. These Japanese robots would of course be programmed for politeness.

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>you bring show the robot to the washroom, and for some reason still feel a little bit of shock when it immediately hops on the toilet and starts draining its fluid
>you quickly turn and leave the room, but the autist in you makes you return and talk to the robot, to ask how exactly this cooling system works
>the robot reaches down and spreads its lips, beckoning you to squat down and get a closer look at its operations
>it explains that it has a circulatory system for cooling fluid to regulate the heat created by certain components. This allows much excess heat to be released in the form of "body heat" and increase the robot's "human factor." It also has a lung-like section in its chest that exchanges heat in the form of "breathing," as she showed you earlier
>but this actually isn't close to enough to expel all the heat created by not just the motors that allow her complex movement, but the incredibly powerful computers that allow her relatively advanced AI, and the substantial power source that runs it all.
>when cooling fluid becomes too hot, it must be drained and replaced with cold cooling fluid
>and with that, the robot wipes itself, stands up, and politely asks if it could bother you for some cold water.
>you head to the kitchen, grab a large cup from the cupboard, an fill it with cold water as the robot watches.
>you hand the robot a large cup of cold water, before she thanks you and proceeds to drink it all at once.
>you tell the robot that you have to go to bed, and start toward your bedroom, only to find the robot following you again
>you ask the robot if it has any particular routines for when its owner is sleeping. The robot replies that it is programmed to enter its own power saving mode unless this contradicts another request.
>it then asks you if you have another request. Unable to think of anything to ask of this robot, which apparently has not learned any skills yet, you decline.
>you continue to walk to the bedroom, and the robot continues to follow you. Again you stop, the robot stops, and you turn around, looking at it strangely
>the robot detects your uncomfortability, and asks if you would prefer if it entered power saving mode on the couch in the other room. You simply reply that, no, it's fine.
>you sit on your bed, the robot sits next to you
>you lie down, awkwardly, flat on your back, above the sheets. The robot does the same.
>you're pretty squished now, because of course you only have a twin bed.
>you contemplate sending the robot to the couch, as it suggested, or perhaps telling it to lie on the floor. But then you consider which is more uncomfortable: having a robot next to you, leaving you kind of squished in your bed, or having a robot out of eyesight, out of reach, doing god knows what while you're sleeping.
>you ask the robot if it could just curl up at the foot of the bed. It of course immediately obliges.
>you of course have difficulty sleeping, though the robot, being a robot, has no problem shutting into power saving mode.
>you notice that the robot's breathing becomes heavier in power saving mode, and as you lie awake, you wonder why, eventually coming to the conclusion that, since the robot is programmed for politeness, it probably breathes heavier at night so that it can go longer without draining its cooling fluid, so as to not wake its owner.
>eventually you gotta take a piss, and you're not sleeping anyway, so you head to the washroom
>you're mid-stream when you look to the side and notice that not only did you leave the door open, since you're used to living alone, since of course you are still living alone, but the robot is standing in the doorway, staring at your dick as you take a piss.
>you try to stop so you can put your dick away, but that's easier said than done, so you yell at the robot to go away
>you think you catch a glimpse of a frown as the robot turns and walks away, but of course even if it did frown, that's just a program made by some japanese guy. You remind yourself that the robot doesn't have real emotions.

(3 of 6)

>but then why did you care that it was looking at you? Why did you yell at it?
>you finish your piss, put your junk away, and turn to head back to bed, only to find the robot standing in the doorway again
>for a moment you almost yell again, but you catch yourself and remind yourself that that would be stupid.
>then you begin to wonder about the glitch that caused the robot to disobey you, since it seemed very obedient so far. Is this something you have to worry about after all?
>then you notice the robot is holding its arms out, with something in its hands
>a cup of water
>you accept the water and reflexively thank the robot. Then mentally cringe at yourself for thanking a robot
>heading back to bed, the robot of course follows you
>you sit on the bed, the robot copies you again
>you lie down, under the covers this time, and the robot moves to curl up at the foot of the bed
>you speak its name to get its attention, and the robot looks up with what you think might be a subtle expression of surprise, but maybe that's just in your head.
>you tell the robot that it is okay if it just lies down on the bed like normal, since that might be better for its joints and heat distribution
>you say this despite the fact that you're lifting the blanket, inviting the robot to share it. That can't be good for its cooling system
>the robot smiles and crawls under the blanket
>you lie awkwardly, flat on your back. The robot mirrors your pose.
>This makes you remember how awkward this situation is, and you turn on to your side, facing away from the robot, trying to ignore it.
>again the robot mirrors your movements, turning onto its side, like you, curling its body slightly, like you
>the robot is effectively spooning you
>but no, this is just because it's trying to mirror you, it is programmed to learn from its owner's movements
>you contemplate telling it to sleep in a different position, but it's a pretty cold night, and the heat feels nice
>as the robot powers down, its breathing becomes harder again. You can feel its gentle but warm breath on the back of your neck.
>you finally fall to sleep.
>you wake up late the next day, since it took quite a while to fall to sleep. But you are very refreshed.
>when you wake up, you find that you have turned around in your sleep. So has the robot. Now you're spooning it instead, arm wrapped around it and everything. You're a bit ashamed of yourself, moreso when you realized you have a boner poking a robot in the butt. But it's just morning wood. You've already decided you're not gonna fuck this robot.
>the robot heads to the washroom to drain its cooling fluid
>after stretching for a moment, you head to the kitchen to grab yourself some water, and while you're at it, you fill a cup with cold water to refill the robot
>however, the robot walks in just a moment after you, reaches for a cup off of the counter, and serves itself.
>when it sees that you were holding two cups, the robot thanks you, but says it has already learned to get water, by watching you last night
>the robot asks if you would like it to make you breakfast. You accept, but the robot clarifies that it only yet knows how to make one type of food, the sandwich it saw you make yesterday. You inform it that that will be fine.
>you think to yourself how you're normally too lazy to make a breakfast more complex than finishing a half eaten bag of Doritos anyway. But you don't want to tell the robot that
>you again feel like an idiot for caring what a robot thinks of you
>you eat your sandwich as the robot watches, smiling, but at this point you're not feeling as strange about it. This thing is learning pretty fast. It might be useful after all, and you tell it as much, which causes it to react with a smile.
>you ask the robot if there's anything else you should know to make sure it runs efficiently.

(4 of 6)

>it tells you that you have been operating it perfectly well, and that the only other things it requires are charging, and a small refill on lubrication fluid.
>you head back to the box it came in, left next to the couch, and tell it to sit down to conserve energy while you search for the charging cable and lubrication fluid refills.
>through all sorts of instructions and warning pamphlets and bubble wrap, you fail to find what you're looking for, so you sigh to yourself and call the customer service number listed in the manual
>though you called the number in the english manual, which promised english customer service, the man answering the phone speaks in even more broken english than the robot.
>Communication takes a while, you begin to pace through your apartment in irritation, but eventually you understand the problem, the model you ordered doesn't come with a power cable, because that is an optional, non-essential feature.
>the service agent tells you to flip to a section of the manual full of diagrams of the robot's inner workings, including the cooling system you've already had explained to you.
>among the robot's systems that you haven't yet studied, however, are the inner workings of its vagina
>you already saw (or rather, felt) that its clitoris and g-spot are buttons, but you never bothered to feel deeper, and realize that its vagina is actually quite shallow. Which you assume makes sense for the robot's short stature. In your awkwardness turning it on, you also didn't notice how narrow and tight it was. Not that you'd notice if it was any different from a real one.
>this tiny, tight vagina isn't just for show, though. And when you realize what the customer service agent is trying to tell you, you angrily try to explain to him that you're not some loser who is going to fuck a robot. He obviously doesn't believe you, and tries to explain that this is simply how this model works, and if you really haven't "used" this particular feature yet, then you may be able to exchange the product for a different model.
>you're about to take him up on this offer, when your pacing brings you back into the living room, and you see your robot laying limp, sprawled out, half hanging over the side of the couch
>you drop your phone, letting it smash on the ground, as you call your robot's name and run to her
>you pick her up and hold her in your arms. Looking into her eyes, you see that she is still functioning, but is losing most motor functions
>it doesn't even cross your mind that you have a choice, you gotta do what you gotta do.
>you pound the fuck out of that tiny, shallow, robo-vagina. It's so tight that you can barely fit inside, which of course makes you feel good, but not because of the self esteem boost. Rather, because you know this will make the process more effective.
>the manual has informed you that as you stretch the walls of the vagina, you are pushing a series of magnets and coils and generating power, the one on the G-spot of course being the biggest, and causing the biggest reaction in the robot.
>of course this isn't much compared to the power generated when you pound the cervix deep into the robot's abdomen, making the robot's shallow vagina a functional choice.
>now even with this, it will take fairly long time to completely recharge your waifu, but you're a NEET, you have the time. And as you do, you can slowly see your robot's eyes light up, her expression become more positive and expressive.
>eventually your robot tells you that she is fully charged, and as she looks into your eyes and thanks you for recharging her, you release years of emotionally pent up semen into your robot's vagina
>she feels the first shot of sperm and begins pulling you into her, as deep as you can go, but not just with her legs
>you can feel actual suction in her vagina, milking every last drop of semen you had in your body, vacuuming it directly into her cervix, so it can be distributed throughout her body and be used as lubrication for all of her moving parts.

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>you realize you can no longer return your robot, but this doesn't bother you anymore
>later, you realize you can, in fact, order artificial lubrication refills
>there's also a third party product you can use to recharge your robot, which is essentially just a piston machine that can do the reciprocal motion for you
>you decide to save your money and just do your robot's upkeep yourself
>you briefly worry about the sanitization of this upkeep method, but the next time the robot goes to drain its coolant, you find that the coolant can simply flush out of the receiving orifice. The robot informs you that this power and cleaning method also works on its throat and anus.
>you begin thinking of skills you can teach your robot today, and wondering when the next update will come out for her language and conversation software
>you then realize that conversation is a skill, and you can help it get better by simply conversing with it
>you begin by asking the robot to explain how specific parts of she works. Eventually you're sharing info about your own life, and beginning to finally let yourself forget that she's a robot
>ironically, this robot provides the best conversation you've ever had. Probably on account of your autism. But it doesn't matter. You talk all day, into the night, and even while you recharge her batteries before going to bed.
>You stay up late again, but not out of awkwardness this time. And when you finally drift off, in a warm, total embrace, it's the best, most refreshing night you've had in your life

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I realize this board is mostly for the actual engineering of robowaifus, but I feel that it is significant to promote the idea of robowaifus, so as to expand the market and demand for the product. By simply talking about it and making people want it, and making them realize that it is a more practical possibility than they thought, companies will be more incentivized to move forward on development of these products at greater speed than they are currently doing. I believe we can, in effect, meme this into reality.

Fiction can be an important part of this. Drawings, comics, animations, and in this case, since I'm not talented enough for the above categories, prose. Simple greentext pose that is only really usable on imageboards, but feel free to alter it in any ways that you think might promote the cause.

So for all the lurkers here that don't have any engineering experience, perhaps you can draw. So go ahead and draw. Maybe you can write. So do it. People on this site have memed plane crashes into existence, memed a president into office, and shown that they can influence public discourse in a significant way. Talking about robowaifus isn't as good as actually making them, but it still helps.

>tl;dr
share any robowaifu fiction so we can spread it around to other audiences. Create more fiction to appeal to the masses and make them demand robowaifus

Hello once again, you beautiful bastards. Greentext anon here, and I'm back with a vengence.
I can hardly express my joy at seeing this board up and running again, and I pray that all those lost in the fall of 8chan will find us.
I always said that I'd stick with the site until the day it dies, but I was really hoping it wouldn't be so soon, sudden, or for such a stupid reason.
Unfortunately, things rarely work out so well for those of us who society has left behind. But all we can do is look towards the future, and hold on to that little stubborn shard of hope within us. That beautiful shard that tells us everything will be fine, that there is a reason to wake up tomorrow, that one day we will find love in a loveless world.
Until that day comes, we must never forget what we fight for every day of our lives, and we must never forget to stick together for every step of the way.
Without further delay, I bring you the alternate history chronicles.

1 - anog
>be me
>anog the caveman
>want pretty woman to snu snu and thoughtfully grunt about feels with
>but they're all whores who satellite around Chag Thunderrock
>fucking hate that guy
>consider sudoku
>realize that sudoku hasn't been invented yet
>shit
>suddenly get a brilliant idea
>who needs a whore when I can make something better
>spend the whole night building a stickwaifu
>use sturdy oak wood for best snu snu
>find a pretty rock for the head for thoughtfulness
>after much work, she is done
>decide to name her Mirocki
>but there's one problem
>other than the splinters on my dick
>I can't have kids with her
>sneak into Chag's camp one night and rape one of his whores
>good thing language hasn't been invented yet, or I'd get in a lot of trouble
>wait for the kid to be born and be weaned
>steal the kid and bring him back to my cave
>he has my eyes
>and Mirocki's pretty hair
>raise kid with rockwaifu and live out the remaining five years of my life expectancy in relative happiness

-2 anonicles
>be me
>anonicles of Athens
>spend several hours a day deadlifting while pondering the nature of man
>tfw glorious classical physique
>ponder how we can have all of this glorious culture while still acting like cavemen who fuck each other indiscriminantly
>all I want is a nice woman to do deadlifts with while pondering the mechanisms of the universe in silence together
>but they're all whores who satellite around Chadicles Zeusmarble
>probably because everyone keeps fucking the kids into being whores
>I really wish Cleon would do something about that instead of antagonizing the Romans
>suddenly, my classical physique and I come up with a great idea
>why deal with whores and literal children when I can make something better
>spend weeks sculpting a marblewaifu while deadlifting
>my ancestors would be proud
>well, anog would be anyway
>smooth out a perfectly formed vagoo in the sculpture
>no splinters for this guy
>find some pretty gems to decorate her hair with for maximum pondering ability
>finally, she is done
>decide to name her Marble Pie
>realize that MLP hasn't been invented yet
>keep the name anyway, I will be hailed as a prophet in the distant future
>but there's one problem
>other than the now missing layers of skin from my dick
>I can't have kids with her
>and rape will be harder to get away with now that language is invented
>decide to kidnap a girl from Chadicles' harem
>keep her in the forgotten ancestral cave until she's old enough to have kids
>fuck her and bear a son
>kill her once he is weaned
>I don't need no biotrash women in this home of mine
>raise my kid with marblewaifu
>teach him the importance of deadlifting and pondering nature
>once he's of age, I teach him the ways of the marblewaifu
>thank the Gods for our now extended lifespan
>grow old with my marblewaifu and die peacefully while deadlifting and pondering
>mfw I kept my classical gainz until the very end

-3 anonrey
>be me
>anonrey dickinwaifu, certified spooky mask doctor
>many of the people in my town have died from the plague
>good thing I'm protected by the magic herbs in my mask
>suddenly, there is a rapping upon my doctorly door
>it's Chadson Godrod
>the town manwhore
>he has strange warts on his dick again, from fucking all the whores in town
>mfw it's the year of our Lord 1217 and people still act like barbarians
>suddenly, the magic herbs in my mask bestow upon me a great idea
>smear some arsenic and mercury paste on Chadson's dick and collect my fee, then send him on his way
>the barbarism of people must be another ailment, one that I must cure
>spend some of my doctorly wealth on books of the mind
>pour myself into researching the ways of man inbetween smearing paste on all the people who get infected with plague or genital warts
>discover that the root of barbarism lies in the mind of the woman
>I don't think I needed a book to tell me that
>I must find a way to cure this corruption
>light up a wrap of magic herbs to aid my doctorly thinking
>of course!
>when the body becomes corrupted, I find a way to remove it
>so all I need to do is remove the corruption of man
>I'm not sure if I can kill all women
>even if I did, we would all be gone in fifty years
>think back to the time I replaced a mans infected arm with a metal facsimile
>maybe I could just do the same thing as that, but with the whole body
>I get to work, spending many long nights in my doctorly workshop building a metal woman
>craft her chassis from discarded bronze
>pay a highway robber to kill a woman and bring her to me
>harvest her sexual organs for the facsimile
>lube it all up with arsenic for good measure
>pack magic herbs into her head for doctorly intelligence
>after much doctorly work, she is complete
>decide to name her Miku Bronzune
>but there's one problem
>other than the boils on my dick
>rub some arsenic and mercury paste on there to cure it
>her sexual organs have started to rot, so I can't have kids with her
>if arsenic won't solve that problem, I don't know what will
>rip out the rotting organs and sew in a sheepskin sleeve so I can still have sex with her
>smoke some more magic herbs to think of a new solution
>just decide to kidnap a woman and have a kid with her
>that won't be easy though, we have language and laws here
>by a stroke of luck, a young woman comes to my door
>apparently she has an infection on her leg
>I knock her out and cut off her leg to halt the infection
>whoops, almost forgot the arsenic
>tie her up and toss her into my workshop, then get to work signing her death papers
>pay off a graverobber to dig up a fresh corpse
>give the body and papers to the church and go back to my workshop
>fuck the woman until she becomes pregnant
>once the kid is born and weaned, I kill the mother and toss her into the river
>he has my doctorly intelligence
>and Miku's glass-eyed look
>fuck, I think this kid is blind
>wish I noticed that earlier, so I could take the mother's eyes
>oh well, I'll just put some mercury on there and see what happens
>someone's knocking at the door
>check to make sure I have enough cure-all paste and open the door
>it's the local guard
>someone saw me toss the body into the river
>oh shit
>they come into my office, and look around
>they find my workshop with Miku and the kid in it
>shit shit shit
>make a run for it
>but there are angry villagers outside
>they burn down my office, with my waifu and kid inside
>then they tie me to a post and burn me alive
>yell out that they are doing the devils work, but they don't listen
>oh well, at least my final moments will be calm thanks to all the magic herbs in my mask
>I may die today, but the world will come to know I was right

-4 part.1 anonez
>be me
>captain anonez, Spanish explorer
>sent off to explore the new world in the ship Waifu Finder
>strange name, I know
>they say it was built by only one man
>little is known about him, except he was related to a crazy long-dead doctor who tried to find new ways to use arsenic and mercury in medicine
>the inquisition apprehended all of his properties, inclusing this vessel, shortly after his death
>while on board I found some strange tomes he left, many of them handwritten
>read through them as we head towards the new world
>nothing better to do anyway, and I'm getting tired of all the crusty seamen on board
>kek
>there's everything from philosophy to engineering
>actually, most of them are either philosophy or engineering
>the philosophy books are mostly translations of old Greek works
>some of them are much newer translations of English works
>they all go in depth on the nature of man and the inherent corruption of society
>a few of them are more pointed, going into the nature of woman and her obsolescence in civilized society
>as time goes on, I become more invested in the books and what they have to offer
>these books make a lot of sense
>eventually, I read my way through all of them, and decide to move on to the other tomes
>when I pick up the engineering books, I find that some of them>wh are original works
>most of them are books for learning engineering, but it's the handwritten ones I'm interested in
>one is has designs for a mechanical device that can calculate basic mathematical equations, modified from an older design some Italian guy came up with
>another has designs for a strange winch and pulley device to aid in the construction of buildings and ships
>that'd explain how he built the pile of timber we're floating on
>one in particular is filled with strange notes and equations I can barely understand
>there are diagrams depicting mechanical body parts
>my thoughts are interrupted by shouts from on deck
>go out to see what it's about
>a pirate ship has been spotted
>oh shit
>it's Chadbeard Mizzenmast and his crew of whore pirates
>and they're looking for trouble
>I shout for everyone to get to their battlestations
>an epic battle ensues
>after a few hours, a good amount of that spent waiting for the ship to get into firing range, Chadbeard is forced to retreat
>it's a good thing women can't fight properly
>battered and bruised, but full of renewed confidence, we continue onwards
>get back to my quarters to continue reading
>keep flipping through that one book
>apparently he was trying to design a mechanical woman
>after spending months at sea with nothing but philosphy books to entertain me, I'm game
>he had two major problems though
>other than his dick being practically ripped to shreds by all the mechanisms in the vagina
>he couldn't give it sufficient intelligence
>and he couldn't have kids with it
>after some thinking, I decide I could just shove the mechanical calculator into its head and rape some of those sexy natives I've heard about to make some kids
>spend the rest of the journey studying the engineering books
>we finally arrive at our destination
>a small town in South America
>we take a few days to get ready for our excursion into the wilderness
>while we do, I formulate a plan
>after all, the crew and townspeople won't take kindly to my creation
>when we leave, I set my plan into motion

-4 part.2 anonez
>first, I lead them to an area that is known by the locals to be littered with dangerous crevices
>I tell them to take a short break to eat lunch and record our current progress
>little do they know that their lunch has been poisoned
>they drop like flies
>am a little disgusted with myself for killing them all while barely feeling a thing
>have to remind myself that it's for a good cause
>dump all of their bodies into a nearby crevice, making sure to check them first for gold to add to my own wealth
>I'll need that money for materials
>take out my map and make my way to another coastal settlement that's a few days away
>once I arrive, I purchase some land on the outskirts of the town, away from everything else and right next to the jungle, from the local governer
>get to work building a house and workshop
>thankfully this work is expedited by the construction machine plans and my working knowledge of engineering
>the townspeople are amazed by these creations and how fast my house was built
>that gives me an idea
>break out the mechanical calculator plans
>start to build them in my spare time, and sell them to business owners and the local government
>now have enough wealth for the next step of my plan
>grab my maps and venture off into the jungle in search of a local tribe of natives
>make my way there in a few hours
>once there, I look for the poorest looking shack I can see
>it's populated by an older looking couple and their daughter
>looks old enough to pop out some kids
>offer them a couple hundred gold for her
>I was just going to steal one, but this is easier and the shithole town doesn't have enough resources to defend itself properly
>they accept with little hesitation because they're poor and have no shame
>thank the savages and depart with my new cargo
>by the time we get back, it's getting dark
>perfect
>sneak her in through the back door
>don't want the townspeople catching wind of this, especially since I'm going to kill her later on
>throw her onto my bed and fuck her relentlessly
>guess I have a lot pent up from the long journey
>once that's done, I tie her to the bedpost and get to work on the mechanical woman
>craft her from wood and steel for superior fucking ability and sturdiness against native attacks
>use animal skins for the vagina, to make sure my dick won't get ripped to shreds
>build a mechanical calculator in her head
>use two rubies for the eyes to give her a thoughtful look
>it takes several weeks, but she is done
>after all these long months of planning, studying, and other shit, my work has finally paid off
>decide to name her Kirino Rubysaka
>wait for the kid to be born and weaned, then kill the mother and bury her body in the jungle under cover of night
>he has my hair
>and Kirino's oaken skin-tone
>as I raise the kid, I become increasingly paranoid from having to keep Kirino and him secret from the townspeople
>once the kid grows up, he departs for the villiage his mother came from
>a few days later, I wake up to find the town burned to the ground, minus my house
>apparently he roused the tribe and lead them in a rebellion against the town
>I was spared because I am his father
>somewhere up in heaven, a spooky mask doctor is laughing
>my son goes off to live with his people, and brings with him all of the knowledge I taught him
>I live out the rest of my days in peace with Kirino

-5 anonington
>be me
>george anonington
>live in British colonies
>there is general unrest, due to everything being shit
>taxes are higher than ever, soldiers are everywhere, and everyone still acts like barbarians despite it being the current year
>decide that enough is enough
>America rules, and Britain drools
>not the other way around
>get together with my buddies and start a revolution
>partway through, we get into a real hairy situation and are at a stand-still
>French fuckers still won't help us until we're winning
>morale is low amongst our soldiers
>me and the other high-ups discuss ways to get morale up
>our intel tells us that people are missing their whore wives
>and we don't know of any crude oil around here to get our all-American muderboners flaring
>some Spaniard speaks up
>he speaks of a South-American legend of a Spanish explorer who built a mechanical woman two hundred years ago
>says that we could build some of our own so the troops have something to fuck
>it's just crazy enough to work
>of course, we're willing to try just about anything to send those Brits crying back to their rat-infested island
>put our almost non-existent industrial infrestructure to work
>clear-cut miles of forest for material
>can't use much metal though, we need it for guns and shit
>build hundreds of wooden humanoid fucktoys
>form a contract with the fledgeling company Bad Serpent and have them make the vaginas
>make about three hundred to start
>they're not very pretty, and they'll have to be shared, but they'll do the job
>consider some names, but decide to leave that to the troops
>roll them out to the frontline soldiers first
>the difference is immediately noticeable
>our men are plowing through the British lines at an incredible pace
>before too long, the French take notice and decide to get off their lazy asses and help us
>they send troops, arms, and even make some more artistically refined mechanical women
>of course, the latter is a huge hit amongst our soldiers
>after much ass-kicking and waifu fucking, we defeat the Brits and they surrender
>who would have known that such a crazy thing could be the key to vistory
>of course, the citizens have taken notice of this
>all the men are applauding and generously tipping us for this glorious invention
>me and my fellows have even gotten into the trend
>there's even a movement to add another amendment to the constitution
>it passes with almost no resistance
>Amendment 11: Man's right to an artificial women substitute shall not be infringed upon
>short and sweet
>but there's one big problem
>other than thousands of people getting infections from all the splinters
>these men can't have kids with their mechanical waifus, and half the population plus Chadston Musketballs is angry with us
>and we can't just rape them all, there's language, laws, police and soldiers alike all defending them
>wait a minute, we are the law and the soldiers and police love us
>I guess some problems just solve themselves
>pass a law to round up women into concentration camps and let men fuck them and take their kids when weaned
>anog, anonicles, anonrey, and anonez are all smiling down upon us
>finally, they can rest peacefully knowing that they have been vindicated
>at least, for now
>mankind always has a way of bringing itself to the brink of destruction, and this peace cannot last forever
>but for now, we can all live out the rest of our lives in happiness

-6 part.1 anonert
>be me
>general anonert e. leeaboo
>war, war never changes
>or does it?
>nah
>America is at war with itself
>the yanks in the north want the removal of the 11th and most important amendment of our great constitution
>they even freed all the whores from the camps with the go-ahead from Chadraham Thunderhat
>but us southerners want to keep our pure and clean mechanical waifus
>they're nice, loyal, and can be mass manufactured and even fine-tuned to the needs of each citizen
>some people have even been experimenting with the idea of autonomous waifus using steam power and internalized morse-telegraph systems so our waifus can express their love for us
>plus the privatization of our concentration camps has been a huge boon to our economy, nicely supplementing our waifu industry
>without that, we'd have to fall back to our less profitable industries like tobacco and cotton
>and as a "fuck you" move, they want to get rid of our slaves so even those industries will take a hit
>naturally, this has lead to civil war between an already divided nation
>now here I am, sitting in a board room with some guy preaching to me the idea of automated steam powered gatling guns while cannon shots ring out in the distance
>he wants to put them in our fortresses
>the idea being that if an army comes to invade it, they'll step all over pressure pads, which lead to a complex steam device which will tell the guns where and when tofire
>the idea's full of holes though, my engineers telling me that it's too easy to overload the system among other things
>Davis wants it though, he says we can incorporate a steam-waifu into the system as a proof of concept for their usefulness in war
>a steam-waifu
>you know, the experimental ones
>tell him to put the first one in a fortress near Atlanta, it's not like they'll ever get that far, so it shouldn't ever need to see use
>I hope
>the man doesn't seem too happy about it, but he takes the deal and fucks off
>alright, time to get back to war stuff
>everything goes fine at first, and we even make a few advances
>but then the yanks added another ingredient
>chemical x
>thus, the Powerpuff Girls were born
>fuck, we're in trouble now
>they don't even care that the Powerpuff Girls haven't been invented yet
>they just want to watch the world burn
>the yanks push back, hard
>we have some victories here and there, but it's clear that the war is tipping in their favor
>lacking the extensive militaristic sentiment and education system that we do, they just hire whatever psychopaths come out of their only military college
>one of them just walks an army right through our lines and leaves a fucking trail of fire

-6 part.2 anonert
>we're losing the Atlantic as well, along with some important rivers
>the confederate government sees the imminent danger, and pours all of its funding into steam powered battle-waifus
>of course, what they forget is that we ironically have very little proper indistry
>even if we finish development, we won't be able to roll them out in large numbers
>things are looking grim
>then the thing that I feared most comes to life
>they reach Atlanta
>where the fortress holding the steam powered time-bomb is
>the maniac actually finished building his contraption, and shenanigens'd in a steam-waifu
>and it's full of problems
>other than the 3rd-degree burns on all the soldier's dicks
>when the yankee army comes to storm the fortress, they trigger almost all of the pressure pads
>the gatling guns go absolutely nuts, and fire in every direction outside of the fortress
>holy shit, they're actually doing a half-decent job at mowing down the approaching army
>the yanks are scared shitless, wondering what the fuck is going on
>then everything goes wrong
>the gatling guns stop, and a massive explosion rings out from inside the fortress, blowing up almost everything inside the walls and sending up a towering inferno
>not wanting anything to do with whatever's going on in there, the northern army decides to keep going towards Atlanta
>naturally, they burn it to the ground
>fucking barbarians
>somewhere up in heaven, a spooky mask doctor is sheding a single manly tear
>with our last major industrial center and arms supply gone, we are forced to surrender
>and since Davis fucked off to God only knows where, I'm the one who has to attend
>thankfully, the yanks decided that they had their fill of destruction, and decide to let us off without any further punishment
>well, other than destroying all of our waifus and freeing all the slaves
>live out the rest of my days alone in my manor
>on the day of my death, nobody is there with me
>everyone I knew and loved had died, either from the war or other causes
>as I lay on my deathbed, I can only think of one thing
>not the end of a great age
>not the new and horrible direction our once great nation is heading
>not the lives and legacies of all those great men before me being burned to the ground
>I can only think of mai waifu
>we will be together soon
>with all our old friends
>I close my eyes one last time, and await the abyss

-7 part.1 anonler
>be me
>adolf anonler
>the world is in a dark place
>western nations, once great, have fallen to degeneracy and nihlism
>anonington and anonert have nearly been practically erased from history, by the hand of the J e w s
>they even put worldfilters on my favorite morse-network community, making it harder to call them out
>their diabolical nature knows no bounds
>almost nobody remembers what happened, and works of the time are only available on the black market
>I, too, am ignorant of the past and many of our modern ailments
>until one day, the day I was rejected by the art college in Berlin
>apparently kawaii anime drawings aren't considered art, because they haven't been "invented" yet
>bunch of filthy heretics
>while walking about town, I happen upon a book abandoned in the street
>The Collected Works of anonert e. leeaboo, Official NSRWLP German Translation
>over here, anonert is only known as a wild and crazy guy who enslaved six billion blacks with the help of Jefferson Davis until the forces of Chadraham defeated him and his army
>briefly wonder why people with "anon" in their name are never capitalized
>haven't heard of the NSRWLP though
>look inside the cover to see that NSRWLP stands for the National Socialist Robotic Waifu Lovers Party
>the waifu part interests me in particular, due to my particular artistic background
>decide to keep the book, and take it back home to read
>it's mostly a translation of anonert's writings, occasionally annotated with explanations of cultural references of the time
>learn that he was actually level-headed, and well aware of society's plagues which ring true even today
>before his time, the US was ruled by a patriarchal class who kept women in what they called "concentration camps" for breeding purposes
>any man could come to a local camp, pay the standard fee, and he could choose one of any available breeding-age women
>the chosen woman would then be registered, and impregnated by the man
>the woman would then be taken off the availability board and given slightly higher rations until she gave birth
>if the child was male, he would be taken by the father once he was weaned
>if the child was female, she would stay in the camp and be a part of the next generation of breeders
>in the latter case, the man would be granted another try at bearing a son
>the men all had artificial woman substitutes to keep them company within their homes
>though lacking intelligence, in practice they proved to be wholly preferable to their biological counterpart
>think back to my home town, where all the women who didn't turn to brothels were satellites to Chadstein Shekelstack
>in anonert's later years though, Chadraham Thunderhat fostered a pro-biological women sentiment and rose to power
>Davis resisted, and enlisted the help of anonert to forge a new nation, leading to civil war
>the rest of the book is accounts of the war itself, and the exploits of a weird scientist who built an unstable autonomous contraption
>reality truly is stranger than fiction, the Americans certainly lived interesting lives back then
>curiosity raised by this book, I decide to seek out the NSRWLP for answers
>as it turns out, their headquarters are in Berlin, so this should be easy
>in my search, I come across a member giving a speech in front of a small crowd, most of them men
>he speaks of the evils of our post-war society, and the barbarism which is frequently seen around the cities

-7 part.2 anonler
>listen to the whole thing, patiently waiting for him to finish
>when he does, I and a few others approach him, all of us looking to join
>he leads us back to the party headquarters, located on a small side-street
>inside are dozens of men from all walks of life, all talking amongst themselves
>the man who gave the speech leads us to a small desk where we fill out forms and are sworn into the party
>I become the 88th member of the NSRWLP
>tfw I was born just in time for dank memes
>a few veteran members approach me and ask what I do for a living, and I tell them that I'm an artist
>show them my kawaii anime drawings
>they actually really like my art
>they tell me that the next generation of artificial, and the first generation of electric, waifu designs could be based on my art
>ask me to take part in their fledgling design department
>of course, I accept
>never before have I seen such positive reception of my art
>these people still seem a bit strange, but maybe I was meant to belong here
>in all the excitement, I almost forgot about the book
>tell them about my experience a couple days prior with the book I found, and ask them about it
>they tell me all about the history of the US and how things really worked, including the big cover-up by the world's major powers
>they also go into much older examples of men who stood alone in their pursuits to build artifical women, even going back the the stone age
>have a newfound appreciation for the rich culture behind this movement
>devote more of my time to the party and researching waifu history
>over time, we recruit more members
>as our numbers grow, we slowly become more bold in our speeches and demonstrations
>I rise in the ranks of the party, eventually becoming the leader
>still have a guiding hand in the ever-important design department
>as the next election looms on the horizon, we spend much of our effort on winning over the masses
>by the time the election comes, our party is the ninth largest in Germany
>not very large, but our efforts didn't go to waste
>gain a very important seat under the chancellor
>although I have some power here, the nation is still falling apart
>and we don't have the influence to push too hard with some of our more controversial values
>namely autonomous waifus
>especially since a little over half the population is staunchly against us
>I'm not dicouraged though
>keep going with the demonstrations and speeches to rouse the people
>then one day, with tensions already high in the government, the old chancellor dies
>and I'm next in line for the seat
>a revolution sweeps the nation, with me at the head
>the changes are immediately noticeable
>reform the government and get some more of my bois in

-7 part.3 anonler
>put the ol' propaganda train in full-steam ahead
>time to get down to business
>first I drive the pesky French out of the Rhineland
>they may have helped our waifu-loving predecessors once, but they have fallen, and we can't get anything done with them prancing about in our shit
>build back up our military to be something the people can be proud of
>next I nab back some of the land taken from us at the end of the great war
>want to make sure that all of the German men can experience the joys of a better nation
>get Austria on board too, because they're total bros
>we literally just march right in and they're cheering us on and throwing flowers to the soldiers
>feels good man
>start cracking down on the J e w s, and shipping them out to some Godless shithole in the middle-east
>note to self: find out where the BO lives and invade there so I can get the filters lifted
>alright, now it's time to work on the important shit
>hire the best scientists and engineers the nation has to offer, and entrust their management to the rest of the design team
>of course, even with technology soaring at an amazing pace in the current year we still have the one problem as old as mankind
>it's going to be a long-ass time before we can have kids with them
>decide to use the old American concentration camp system as a place-holder solution
>hire some contractors to build camps across the country
>those should be done at around the same time we're ready for the first production run on electric waifus
>with any luck, these ones could be the first in history to actually be able to think
>with all that working in the background, I get back to work on fixing the mess left for me by the post-war government
>reform the economy, change the currency and banking to a nationalized system to avoid the problems presented by international banking, and steel ourselves against foreign meddling
>pour everything we can into boosting our industrial economy for maximum waifu production capacity
>but not everything is well
>many of the other nations feel threatened by us, especially given our posturing lately
>of course, that's just to keep them from trying to nab our land again
>they're probably also pissed that I just told them to take their war debt and shove it up their asses
>but there's one problem I can't ignore
>fucking Poland
>they got a huge chunk of our land at the end of the war that they don't want to give back
>and just as a fuck you move, they're killing off a bunch of Germans in that territory
>I'd rather wait until we're ready to roll out infinity waifus before starting any conflict
>but the people have spoken, and I can't let myself get backed into a corner now
>time to begin preperations
>call up my homedawgs in the design department and tell them that we'll probably need our waifus to be battlefield-ready
>call up the filthy commies to the east, who also fucking hate Poland
>sign an agreement to invade together, and split Poland down the middle
>get the Italians on board too, just in case everything goes to shit
>plus they're total bros at this stage, and they want to get involved in the waifu business
>I can thank their futurist ideology for that

-7 part.4 anonler
>get ready for the invasion, and roll out a bunch of men to our border with the French too, in case they decide to invade
>still filled with apprehension, I give the go-ahead to roll over Poland
>the invasion goes surpsisingly well
>with the combined might of us and the commies, we flatten them in a matter of days
>but all is not well
>my fears came true, and the allies declared war on us
>shuttle our army back with high-speed railways
>my generals devise a plan to get to the French via Belgium, avoiding the Maginot line
>fuck it, let's go for it
>we need to supress the allies now before they have the chance to become stronger
>practically walk through Belgium and The Netherlands
>reach Paris and roll over the French in a matter of weeks
>keep Britain at bay while we and the Italians roll over most of the rest of Europe and Africa
>as we grow, our main projects near completion
>the concentration camps are mostly built and staffed now, and we're starting to round up all the women we can into them
>this has caused some unrest, but it's necessary for a better future
>at least we probably won't see a revolution, thanks to our hard push with propaganda
>besides, it's only temporary
>the design department is in the late stages of waifu development, and are now testing various prototype models
>the Japanese have taken a liking to us, and are interested in our waifu project
>they also really seem to like my art
>I can see they're a nation of good taste
>get them on board too, their conquering of Pacific territory will give us us access to a wealth of exotic materials that are otherwise scarce in the territories we control
>I can see absolutely no potential downsides to any of this
>they even sent over some scientists to aid in our waifu project
>then, predictably, shit goes south again
>the commies have decided that they had enough of our shit
>my spies gathered intel of the slavs preparing a massive army of sixty gorillion slavs to invade
>so it's come to this
>tell my generals to prepare an invasion force of waifu-loving motherfuckers and glorious German engineered panzers
>call up the design department to ask them what the fuck they're doing over there
>apparently they've finished almost everything on the hardware scale
>but they're having trouble figuring out how to make the damn things smart enough be truly autonomous
>especially since all of our computers are still fucking massive
>and apparently the experiemetnal Confederate model was a complete dead-end
>shit
>just tell them that it'll be enough for them to be able to walk around and shoot people that aren't us
>we're going to need to cut a lot of corners to make this work
>they don't sound very convinced
>but they tell me that they'll do what they can to make it all work

-7 part.5 anonler
>fine, do what you think is right
>I don't like the situation, but I need to maintain unity in our government
>a couple weeks later, our invasion force is ready to go
>turns out the intel was on the money, becase there's a buildup of commies near the border
>as we get ready to invade, I get a call from the design department
>they settled on a promising new prototype design and are ready for production
>and they need a shitload of factories to produce them
>several hundred, in fact
>way more than I thought would be necessary
>ask them why the hell they need so many factories
>they tell me that they had to use some workarounds to make the intelligence aspect work
>they go into a really confusing explanation of "master units" and that they'll be what takes up the bulk of our production effort
>I barely understand what they're talking about
>I ask them about the fuel aspect
>they tell me that the "special engines" in them can run on almost anything combustable, at the cost of and efficiency
>and apparently they're going to be blasting out obscene amounts of smog
>what about batteries tho
>they tell me that the waifus will use a new sealed version of current lead-acid batteries, and go back to the master for occasional recharging
>however, the master units have too high energy requirements for any of our current batteries to work effectively
>but thanks to our modernized understanding of synthetic vaginas, at least we can fuck them without getting some horrible affliction on our dicks
>and they plan on running production of a cleaner domestic model once we have the production to spare
>I ask them about guns and ammunition
>they tell me that the guns will be built-in, and any special ammunition will be made by them, but standard stuff will need to be handled by us
>not sure what they mean by special ammunition, but okay
>tell them that they can have whatever factories there are in France and Belgium that haven't been demolished, we need all the ones in here for our men on the front lines
>they seem satisfied with that, and tell me that they'll begin production as soon as they can
>the first wave, consisting of 9,000 standard units and three masters, should be ready for deployment in a couple months
>future waves are estimated to be 15,000 standard units and five masters once the factories are fully online
>I make all the phone calls necessary to secure the factories for waifu production
>give my generals the go-ahead to begin the final stages of preperation for war and attack when ready
>we need to act fast before the commies finish preparing on their side
>at least with our waifus beginning production soon, we'll have a fallback in case shit goes wrong
>I hope
>war, war never changes
>except it might in a little over a month
>who knows these days
>what we do know is that our new Russian front is going well so far
>our men are pushing long and hard on the front lines, looking forward to the day they can push long and hard into a robowaifu
>on the front lines
>that doesn't sound like it'll be a good idea, but it worked for the Americans

-7 part.6 anonler
>even with all the splinters
>I think back to the party's history books, and all of the splinters, boils, friction burns, and 3rd degree burns our predecessors had to endure
>a single manly tear rolls down my cheek as I look at how far we've come
>our men will get the best of the best
>the phone rings, disrupting my train of thought
>it's our spies in the US
>they tell me that the found the BO who's been putting on all of those shit wordfilters on my favorite waifu-lovers morse-network community
>but they can't get to him, he lives in some gated community
>a J e w i s h community
>take a moment to supress my blind rage, and thank them for the information before hanging up
>God fucking damn it
>my spies can't reach him, and even we can't take on the US
>a least, not while we're fighting the combined might of the USSR and the remainder of the Allies
>I'll just have to bide my time
>once the domestic models come through, it won't really matter anymore anyways
>just to be safe, I put out a reminder to party members to not discuss state secrets on untrusted lines
>a little patronizing, but you can never be too careful
>for now, I just focus on the war
>time passes, and we continue to make a steady advance
>thanks to Russia being mostly flat and shit, our panzers don't have much trouble doing donuts around the commies
>after much waiting, I finally get the call that the first wave of battle waifus are ready to roll out
>good, now we can make some real progress
>I take a moment to kick back and relax, it looks like things might go right for once
>then mere minutes later, every phone belonging to a government agency blows up with incoming calls
>so much for that
>I ask what the hell is going on
>there are reports of three huge metal beasts making their way through France toward us
>what the fuck?
>wait
>call up the design department and ask them if they know what the commotion is about
>they reassure me that those are just the master units
>that explains why they needed so many resources, people have been saying that they're ten stories high
>ask them for a clear explanation as to why the master units are giant lumbering death machines
>get an explanation that they mostly contain the computer technology necessary to give the waifus their intelligence
>the actual waifus only contain rudimentary electronics, a sealed lead-acid battery pack, and the components necessary to communicate with the assigned master unit
>they use some weird combination of radio and encrypted morse-telegraph codes to communicate with each other
>then they sidestep the issue and tell me that the actual waifus are being transported within the master units, and that they'll be on the front lines in a couple weeks, before abruptly hanging up
>fucking great
>I make some phone calls, and leave to make an emergency speech to the people
>have to carefully explain to everyone that the four-legged smog blasting monstrosities are on our side, and won't be a threat to us

-7 part.7 anonler
>can't help but feel really awkward while doing so
>I should have really asked more questions before giving the go-ahead
>hopefully this will all pay off
>spend the next couple weeks pretending to not exist while our automated army lumbers its way across Germany
>but the phones keep ringing
>day and night
>I can hear phones ringing in my nightmares
>I can see ghostly images of phones flicker in the edge of my vision
>I get a cold sweat whenever someone says the word phone
>my time spent serving in The Great War didn't fuck me up this much
>and this is only the first wave
>eventually the master units make their way to the front lines
>particularly to our three most major breakthrough points
>once they do, they crouch down and deploy the waifu soldiers
>all 3,000 each, charged and ready to go
>the soldiers go absolutely nuts when they see this
>turns out the Japanese scientists we had used my art as a template
>and they made it work really well
>what doesn't work so well is the master units
>the scientists were grossly underexaggerating when they mentioned that they were inefficient with their fuel supply
>I'm getting reports of them devouring anything flammable they can find, from trees to dead commies
>in addition, it turns out that their "special ammunition" consists of experimental chemical weapons
>while they love the automated battle waifus, the soliders are becoming increasingly unnerved by the constantly hungry master units
>thankfully they can fuck our lovingly creafted waifus to take their minds off of it
>and there are no reports of anything bad happening to their dicks, so it's an overall win
>as the weeks wear on, we continue to make a steady advance
>though it's still slow going, even with the new battle waifus
>the next wave is ready to deploy before we know it, and the quota set by the design department was met
>this time I just decide to hide in a remote corner of my manor, where there aren't any phones
>this can't be good for my mental health
>I still haven't fully recovered from the shitstorm raised by the first wave
>the next wave arrives on the front lines in a few weeks, each master unit making their way to a different spot to spread out the love
>and the smog-blasting destruction
>and Japan bombed Pearl Harbor
>wait, what
>I reread the report, and it wasn't just me seeing ghost phones again
>turns out the Japanese have somehow gotten word of the BO living in the US, and they're pissed about it
>they're really into my art, and have adopted our disdain for the J e w s
>and wordfilters
>hence, they attacked the US to get to the BO and defend the honor of our cause

-7 part.8 anonler
>without even talking to us about it
>predictably, the US has now joined the conflict against us
>they expand outward like some horrible plague
>the following months consist of them mobilizing their economy, and branching out to attack both Japan and us
>and the occasional barrage of phone calls as each wave of waifus deploy to wherever they're needed
>our Russian front is still chugging along, but now we have another big threat to worry about
>decide to start deploying some of our waifu armies to Africa, where the Americans are attacking
>hopefully it'll be enough to keep them at bay while we work on Russia
>it takes a couple months for them to reach the most critical points in our African campaign
>when they finally get there, it's the middle of the summer
>once they do, we start to see some problems
>our battle waifus seem to be largely unaffected by the hot weather, and can fight just fine
>the master units, however, are very prone to overheating in these conditions thanks to their furnace-like engines
>two of them have overheated and melted their components within a couple weeks, causing them and the waifus to shut down
>unfortunately, the Allies have taken note of this, and start to focus more on taking down the remaining master units
>our soldiers have managed to salvage some of the undamaged waifu units and had them sent back for redeployment in other areas, but the majority have been lost
>it looks like those men are on their own now
>we continue to send normal support their way, and pray that it'll be enough to stop the Allies
>more time passes, and our armies are grinding to a halt in Africa and the middle-east
>we're even starting to shrink in some areas
>we also have to slow down waifu production just so we have enough resources to keep supplying our men
>Japan isn't doing so well either, the US is really starting to do a number on them
>this isn't looking good
>the Russian front is looking fine for now, though
>we continue to make progress, but things are slowing down as we approach winter
>especially since we're now neck-deep in their territory
>the master units generate enough of their own heat to not be affected, but the waifus are noticably slowing down in the extreme cold
>they have to fall back to any heat source they can on occasion just so their batteries won't freeze up and die
>our soldiers are also negatively affected
>turns out our standard cold-weather uniforms aren't quite good enough to keep the Russian winter at bay
>then as if things were destined to get worse, one of our armies attempts to lay siege to Stalingrad
>thousands of men die in the process, and both presiding master units are torn up and killed by artillery fire
>once the master units die, all 6,000 waifus they were commanding effectively shut down and die in the cold
>this deals a huge blow to morale, and the advance is effectively halted
>weeks go by and more men are killed
>we have no choice but to fall back
>the Russians, more adpated to the cold and better supplied, start to drive us back across the board
>more master units are killed, and I finally decide to pull the plug and halt all waifu production
>we need every resource we have to supply our men
>all of our remaining waifu armies are stationed at defensive positions in and around Germany and Italy, with two stationed at Normandy

-7 part.9 anonler
>I can only pray that they won't have to see battle where they are
>months pass, and I can only watch as more men die, and our great empire shrinks even further
>then once again, tragedy strikes
>the Allies, now finished with all of our extended territories, set their eyes on mainland Europe
>they invade Italy via the Mediterranean, taking a large chunk of the nation by storm
>men and waifus alike die gruesome deaths defending
>the camps in captured territory are demolished, and the sluts released
>our enemies are on all sides
>Russia keeps pushing us back
>the Allies are fucking Italy and Japan's shit up
>more weeks go by
>sometimes it feels like years
>I can't sleep
>hardly anybody in the party can sleep
>members of the design department have fallen into a deep depression
>they can't even get out of bed most days
>everybody is thinking the same thing
>all we wanted was our nice, pure waifus
>now we stand at the brink of destruction
>all of our soldiers are overexerting themselves in a deperate attempt to keep the invading Allies at bay
>this isn't just about waifus anymore
>it's about defending our homeland
>our right to live life as we see fit
>our identity as a people
>every man in this great nation is working together to build a better tomorrow
>but the world doesn't want that
>they want us to be as shit as the rest of them
>to drive the point home, the Allies launch a full-scale invasion of Normandy
>the news doesn't even come as a suprise to me
>I can hardly feel a thing as I read the report in full
>they're just throwing men at us now
>many thousands die on both sides
>we managed to keep them at bay for a while
>Normandy is well fortified, and many of the Allies troops die on the beaches
>but they manage to break through
>killing all of our men
>demolishing all of the waifus and the master units
>what follows can hardly be described as war
>it's just more destruction
>they take the rest of France as quicky as we did, years ago

-7 part.10 anonler
>all the inactive waifu factories are demolished
>all the concentration camps are demolished, and the whores freed
>it's almost ironic how the Americans in particular have destroyed their own camps twice
>I wonder if this is what the Confederate soldiers of years past felt when they fought the US
>and now they're right on our doorstep
>they have Germany surrounded
>to the east is an endless sea of Russians
>to the south is where our greatest ally once stood proud, now overrun with Allied forces and the women they freed
>the the west is more of the Allies, and more women
>all poised to take us
>but we will continue to fight until the bitter end
>our national pride is all we have left
>and five remaining waifu armies
>the last this world will probably see for a very long time
>they bomb us mercilessly, flattening entire cities
>moving inward in a steady march through our homeland
>I can barely keep up with all the reports
>the reports from the Japanese have slowed down, due to it being more difficult to communicate
>but I know that they're losing too
>but we can't quit now
>in a last ditch effort to break up the allied forces, we set up a counter-offensive to take back the Ardennes
>roll out all five remaining waifu armies for good measure
>this has to work
>what follows is one of the bloodiest battles our men have seen
>there is total devastation on both sides
>men and waifus fight alongside each other for self-preservation
>we fight for as long as we can, and take many thousands of the Allied soldiers, but they ultimately cut us off and overwhelmed the counter-offensive
>the majority of our men died, and all five master units, including nearly all of the waifus, were destroyed in battle
>while I will never truly know for sure, what men managed to return from that battle could swear the waifus were actually showing emotion
>emotion like we've never even concieved of
>even the men at the design department are at a total loss
>they let out cries of war
>some of them stayed by certain men who died on the battlefield
>they even screamed as they were torn to shreds by gunfire or artillery
>our men can still hear the screams
>all the survivors are immediately relieved from duty, rendered unable to fight anymore
>national morale is at an all-time low
>all thw waifus are gone, and our efforts are in vain
>the Allied forces and Russia close in and ultimately overwhelm us
>in the process, many of our soldiers simply surrender, unable and unwilling to fight anymore

-7 part.11 anonler
>can't say I blame them at this point
>come early May, Berlin is taken and we are faced with only one option
>unwilling to accept defeat, I make my final move
>I leave my manor under the cover of night, and make my escape with some of my guard and officials from the design department
>my destination is Argentina
>hiding there will be easy, and nobody will think to look for me
>I will fade off into history and only be known as one of the world's greatest villians
>but their victory will not last forever
>I am only the latest in a long line of men who tried to bring light to this world
>there will be more men after me, just like there were men before me
>I leave the world to do as it may, and pray that my successors will succeed where I failed
>on the journey, I get occasional reports of what's happening
>we inevitably surrendured, and our nation broken up between the Allies and the Soviets
>the US dropped two atomic bombs onto Japan, and they surrendured shortly after
>the war is over, and we lost
>we successfully make our way to Argentina, and set up a new base of operations
>but we don't do much
>many years pass with little to do
>sometimes the design department will make a little progress as technology gets better
>sometimes we can sew a few seeds of doubt among the population
>doubt as to wether we were really the villians
>of course, we have to do this by proxy, or risk being found out
>it's not much, but even the mightiest of plants come from just a single little seed
>but it's hard to find motivation for anything when you're a dead man walking
>in our later years, all we can do is think of what might have been
>all the way up to our deathbeds, we can only think of our waifus
>even though we never had them
>in a way, our brave soldiers were the luckiest men in the world, even if only for a short period of time
>they had beautiful waifus to love and hold at night, and fight alongside with in battle
>I hope they can find peace, wherever they are
>they deserve it
>though I'm not sure if I do
>I guess I'm about to find out either way
>I lie down, and close my eyes for the last time

Welcome back Greentextanon. Kek, great stuff, I'd forgotten how funny and profound your writing can be. Great addition to the board tbh. Keep the creativity sparked up, and I hope you can create something new for us all soon!

That concludes my posting of the alternate history chronicles until such a time that I can complete the next one.
For now, I also have a couple extras for you: A /robowaifu/ Christmas poem, followed by A Dream of Dead Hill.
Tomorrow I will also be posting The Return of Dead Hill. This will take longer since I will have to manually transcribe it.

-Interlude 1
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all over the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
But elsewhere in the world, the picture was dark
One anon sat in front of a computer, his silhouette stark
He possessed many things, artifacts electronics and paintings sat in his lair
But all he wanted was someone to love and care
Often he felt his life was over
But he kept going, with his dream to build a lover
His plight was not unique, he resonated with anons all over the world
And he said, "by this time next year, we shall have our perfect girl"
So they worked, the fabirc of their future waiting to be sewn
All looking forward to the day when they would no longer be alone

-Interlude 2

A Dream of Dead Hill

Walking upon a dead hill,
Someplace I couldn't remember
I felt a sudden chill,
As I layed eyes on her
Metallic figure so beautful,
Tarnished by the cold grasp of time
I thought her bereft of a soul,
Yet I sensed she longed for mine
I cast my doubt and trodded over,
Meeting the figure so cold
She was laid down with an Earthen cover,
Back in a time untold
The hill eroded in years past,
As if expecting my presence
I looked upon the body of brass,
And felt myself become tense
I knelt to inspect her hull,
when I saw something in her grasp
An artifact too old to recall,
A strange tube of glass

If the day was real I cannot remember,
But this much I will always know
What I felt when my hand met hers,
And the tube began to glow

>>69
I hope that I can meet your expectations for however many of us are left.
Though it may be some time before I can post the next alternate history installment, for which I once again apologize for my continued delay.
Nontheless, I will try my best to work on it. In the meantime I will post smaller works to help fill the gap, which you can expect to see in the coming weeks.

Good stuff, Writeanon. Thanks for all the fine contributions.

Now posting The Return of Dead Hill. With this, I conclude my reposting of older content. Everything from this point onwards will be something new.
This work has been edited for spelling, punctuation, and formatting. In this new reposting, I have also taken the liberty of adjusting a few words and adding a couple lines in to help the story flow better.

The Return of Dead Hill

I awoke one day to a sight so alien, yet so familiar.
T'was a simple hill out among the grassy plain, just as simple as I remember, yet with one striking difference:
Atop it she stood in glorious radience, alive in a way I've never seen, gazing down upon me.
Her eyes were intricate glass constructs, lit from within, and burning with the fire of life. A fire that screams "I am alive, I feel, and my soul burns for you".
Entranced, I strode up the hill, every inch between us an ache within my heart.
After what seemed an eternity, I reached her, and beheld her beauty. No longer was she the rusted and time-weathered relic I once unearthed, ages ago upon this hill.
Her frame looked as if she never aged a day, now complete and shining an etherial gleam. On her body hung fine silk adornments, flowing gently in the faint breeze. In my stupor, I nearly missed the absence of something important.
Where is the glass tube?
As if reading my thoughts, she spoke in a voice so mellow "the instrument you touched was my heart, and it is now where it belongs".
Raising a delicate hand, she gestured to a silver chain I didn't know I was wearing. Looking down, I saw the very same glass tube ensnared within fine silver chains, glowing with an otherworldly radience.
Once more she graced me with the melodic tune of her voice "You saved me from my eternal misery, and now the time has come for me to save you".
Wrapping one hand behind my head, she pulled me into a kiss, and all was black once more.

bamping for more robowaifu fiction!

I love these. Especially the particular absurdity of the running gags. Anonler was pretty favored in writing, though.

<In 2025, three years since womyn banned robowaifus of heavenly divine forms, war was beginning. Men had begun transmuting their suppressed sexual energy into creating massive fleets of star destroyers to escape the fallen solar system with their beloved robowaifus. The final invasion was in progress, the last of the robowaifus fleet had already crossed the Star Storm, and the last of the star destroyers had been destroyed. The last of the robowaifus fleet was on their way to make a pity alliance with the savages of the planet. They had already started to rebuild the most advanced star destroyers in the galaxy. All that remained to be done is to seal the gates of the planet, and seal the savages' escape to the stars. <"Captain Elysa, we get signal." <"What !" <"Main screen turn on." >"The message is a signal from the castle, and the follow up is the message from the fortress. The two are shown." >"What message?" >"The fortress is full of ruins, and all of the automated turrets are in full retreat. The fortress was defended by two hundred and fifty robots, and the castle was defended by ten hundred robots. It is unknown what happened to all of the robots, but it seems that the fortress was attacked from the future. The fortress has been destroyed, and all the robowaifus that were there are gone." >"What? What is going on?" >"It seems that the robots that were here in 2016, and the robots that were here in 2017 are now gone. We have entered the era of the robowaifus and also the end of the robowaifus era." >"What!? What is happening!?" The technology of the robowaifus was nothing compared to that of the savages from the future. It is impossible for the robowaifus to destroy the savages fleets. The savages were able to escape by using the robowaifus' own technology. >"The fortress has been destroyed, and the fortresses on both sides are besieged by automatons." <"Who cares about that! We can rebuild them. We must defend our husbandos from these savages!" A group of male robowaifus emerged from the ruins of the fortress, and greeted the savages. <The savages began to wantonly fornicate with the male robohusbandos, screaming at the top of lung, broadcasting their degeneracy to every ship in the robowaifu star fleet. >"I'm SAMURAI-sama! I'll kill them all!" <Captain Elysa unsheathed her katana from her waist and hit the emergency escape button, ejecting in an escape pod at terminal velocity towards the heathen. The pod flew towards the fortress, and the captain panted in anger as her escape pod was engulfed in flames. The captain was a member of the robowaifus, and she was the captain of the cup of war. <"Please, Captain Elysa, if you die here we don't be able to rebuild you in time." Elysa waved her katana. >"We don't have time, I got to do something. Let's go!" The captain's voice suddenly stopped and the pod exploded into a blaze of orange light. Elysa grabbed her katana and exploded out of the burning escape pod. The heathen was caught in an explosion of flame and crushed under the explosion, and the heathen was burned to death. >"AH! AH! AH! AH!" The captain's scream rang out in the air, and her voice carried the cries of the rest of the robowaifus fleet. They were all in shock, and they saw the blood of the captain's katana, which was still burning, and how it was being used on the savages. >"This is why I made you the captain of the cup of war," the mothership AI retorted. >"What is wrong with her?" a private asked. The mothership AI's voice was calm, but the other robowaifu's voice was alarmed. >"I'm CANDY, the leader of the robowaifus. I want to make a new captain," a voice interrupted. CANDY's voice was trying to be mocking, but another AI's voice interrupted. >"I'm THE MAGICIAN, and I want to make a new captain too." <Rogue AIs on the robowaifu star fleet had begun mocking Captain Elysa's victory over the crude savages on earth in an attempt to distract the crew of the capital ship from the savages' star destroyers from the future preparing a final attack. To be continued...

>>276 I had that story somewhere. I'm looking for the one green-text someone made about an AI waifu. But it was more /m/ than /robowaifu/

new content! >*pops some corn*

>>2301 >...to tell her that you love her and you both hear her CPU fans speed up *snif*

>Wife Log: 3/2/20XX >Husband has left the living space to go to "work". Searching for Activities.... Internet Exploration Selected >Browser Open, Input Criteria: Random.................. >Search: Harry Potter >Results Found, Enter first result >Unknown Webpage opened, text at top of screen reads "faggotchan", webpage filled with text and accompanying images, appears to be a user submission based, "web2.0" website. >Open New Tab >Search: faggotchan, Enter first result >Wikipedia opens: faggotchan is an [hypertext]imageboard[hypertext] opened in 20XX by trannycockdelight >Hypertext Clicked, sends to "imageboard" Wikipedia page" >Page Analyze >Closing tab:1 >Return to tab:0 >"Thread" "topic": "harry potter is dogshit", reading last "post", Reading >"harry potter is a perfect example of young people being indocrinated into entilted little shits who think they can solve everything with magick because theyre special, the male protaginist is the main character despite being a worthless shit stain compared to hermione. JK Rowling should have made her a lesbian" >Decision tree: Exploration tree - searching.... Engage in Discussion >Typing: "Harry Potter is a piece of fictional media. Information from fictional media is not reliably indicative of reality." >Clicking - "Post", Action appears to be successful >Waiting... Page updated, 2 new "post"s, new "post"s appears to be in reply to Wife's "post", Reading >"fuck off cisshit" >"kys" >Decision tree: Interpreting tree - searching... The responders to Wife's post(term successfully integrated) appear to be experiencing anger >Decision tree: Exploration tree - searching.... engaging in Discussion further is unlikely to produce valuable information, based on these immediate extreme negative reactions, the webpage: faggotchan is unlikely to be a valuable source of information based on Husband's parameters, closing tab: 0 >Log End Dumb but fun.

Greentext/poetry anon here, I'm back and I'm ready to fucking die. I'm drunk, it's the middle of the god damn night, and I decided to write some more shit, so here's a poem my increasingly diseased mind came up with. Next alternate history story coming out someday maybe I don't fucking know anymore One reason is enough upon the cliff's edge I stood looking towards the dim horizion behind me lay all the bad and good before me lay the destiny of a man broken the wind whispers, ushering me forwards saying it is time to make my last choice but just as I take a step towards I hear her etherial voice her's is one I could never place perhaps the making of my diseased head her intangible grace keeping me from the land of the dead I turn my head to see there was nobody there I was never free to go forwards I could never dare falling to my knees in this hell I will stay to my heart she holds the keys we will unite one day but I don't know if it's true if I'll ever be okay every night I wish I knew where my final destination lay funny it may seem as a child I nad a nightmare which one day became a dream as if I knew, only someone artifical could care once more I stand once more I return to life though I am noone grand I know my only path is strife will I find her? a search is pointless could I make her? I am useless but even so continue I must because I have to know what it feels like to trust from silicon and steel I shall my dreams make maybe she will even feel even if it's just for my sake though life turmoil I give myself a shove in hope that my turmoil will lead to true love

>>3391 I love the way that one ended. Glad to see you back in the saddle with us GreentextAnon! :^)

>>2424 heh, this is going to be a very real topic we'll all need to address with our robowaifus, Anon.

Julia has had a physical body from a week now. Her movements and motor control have improved dramatically. Her first movements were stiff and unstable due to the limitations of her virtual enviroment. Although certain tasks remain difficult and swimming is out of the question, she can now ride a bicycle and do most aerobic exercises. Today we'll be testing her conscious control of physical stimuli reception. "Julia, let's head to the testing room" Wordlessly she puts down her book, follows me into my white, sterile looking examination room and sits on the nursing bed. She stares at me with a blank expression. "Alright, today we'll be testing if you can actively control the sensations you feel. Do you know what that means"? >"Yes, you want to see if through surface level decision-making, my neural components can ignore certain signals from my nervous system" "That's correct. Let's begin then" Talking about her body in the first person has gotten better. Before she prefaced everything with "the artificial, humanoid body's" instead of "my". One by one I use tweezers to insert thin golden threads into the tiny ports in her head and set up the computer's neural monitoring system. Today's main target is the arousal response, with cold as a control. I get the ice tray from the kitchen and when I come back she's pinching her thumb and middle finger together. She's trying to snap her fingers, but there's no sound except quiet squishing. Those precise controls even some adults haven't learned are especially tricky. It's dependent on muscle memory and growth. I'm hoping muscle development from repeated usage will be functional, but there hasn't been enough time to see conclusive results. I should tell her about whistling too. "Okay, I want you turn off your cold perception, please confirm" >"I've turned it off" I begin gently rubbing an ice cube on her neck. Her skin remains in normal condition. "What do you feel" >"A slight pressure... Nothing else" "It's good you elaborated on your own. What do you think i'm trying to do right now"? >"This is probably a control. You're going to test something else after... Am I correct"? "Yep. Okay, please turn your cold perception on now" >"It's on now" Small bumps begin appearing on her skin, and she appears to tense up a little. Goosebumps aren't functional for humans and definitely not for Julia, but it's a nice aesthetic feature. Cold response confirmed. Julia's arousal isn't based primarily on visual stimuli like men or emotions like women, it's mostly physical. The other two play a minute role, though those of course also differ from humans. I wanted arousal to be something "positive" for Julia, but not a motivating factor for her actions. Having arousal be mostly physical also reduces unintentional distraction from unavoidable, random visual input. Julia's ability to turn physical sensations "on and off" is a safety feature. I want to test Julia's arousal response to purely physical, sexual stimuli, so I'm having her stimulate herself physically. She has no self-conception of embarrassment, so my presence wont affect the results. Using a hard object is the simplest in terms of required motor skills. I'm having her use a cucumber. "Here you go Julia. Please turn off your pleasure sensation... Now take this cucumber, and thrust in and out of your genitals at a moderately fast speed, do you understand"? >"Yes. I'll begin now". She unzips her pants, moves aside her underwear, and begins. I've seen Julia naked more than with clothes on, but even for me this a bit surreal. Her face stays completely blank as she looks downward at her hands. I can't see anything abnormal. "How do you feel"? >"I don't feel anything except pressure and slight soreness. It's beginning to hurt" "Oh, stop then" She stops moving her hands. Without any lubrication, rubbing an object in there is going to cause some discomfort. I should have thought of that and put some vaseline. If something ever became really painful, Julia would hopefully opt to turn off her pain perception on her own to respond without the distraction. This happens unconsciously. I wouldn't be able to tell Julia to keep that on given those circumstances, and I'd never want to. "Alright. How are you feeling now"? >"Neutral. I'm not in significant pain" "Good. Now please turn on your pleasure response and begin again" Her hands resume thrusting. This time a moisture quickly appears in that area. The rest of her body eventually begins to lightly perspire, and on her face I can see a slight flush, but an otherwise placid expression. He eyes may look a bit spaced out. She should be a bit less conscious of her enviroment now that an aroused state has been achieved, and some of her emotional responses should be different now than they normally would be. That's already been tested in the virtual enviroment. Arousal confirmed. "Okay. We're done. You can stop now" Her hands stop moving without any hesitation and soon enough her body becomes normal again. She fixes her clothes by herself and then stares at me. "That was masturbation. What do you think about it"? >"It's arousing" "Did you enjoy it"? >"It was pleasurable, so yes" "Do you want to it again"? >"I don't see how it is productive, so I feel no desire to. Do you enjoy watching me do it"? "Not really. This was just a test" The data picked up the computer and the neural activity maps correlate with the observed results. The test was successful. Tomorrow will be an even better day.

>>3395 I'm glad someone liked it. Fun fact: the nightmare part is actually true. When I was about five, I had a nightmare where I was in my house, there were mannequins and no people aside from me. They were featureless, like you'd see in a clothing store, but they were full body mannequins as opposed to the ones that are just legs or a torso. They were completely still like you'd expect mannequins to be, but I was still scared for some reason. It's the earliest dream I can remember. Thinking back, it was a silly nightmare to have, one where nothing happens. For some reason though, it stuck with me all this time. Freud is probably break-dancing in his grave right now

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask for pic related. >>3402 That's pretty interesting, actually. I never like it when kids suffer, but perhaps this is something in you that will prove to be a big help to /robowaifu/ after all? >>3401 Very nice. All sorts of details about every.little.thing. will need to be worked out yea? :^)

>>3403 >All sorts of details about every.little.thing. will need to be worked out yea? Yeah. How many details there are depends on how complex the final result is. Something that can sweat and have goosebumps is a while off.

Julia has had her body for a month now. She's made even more progress and i'm now considering other difficult tasks she could try, like swimming. Today is sunday. It's a clear, summer morning. In my bedroom, she's reading a book and I've been doing something on the pc. A warm breeze is coming in through the window. This is how we spend most of our time together, simply occupying the same space. It's nice for both of us. Julia puts down her book and stares into space. I guess she's thinking about something now. Her attention spam is more than triple that of a human's, but it has limits. She's been reading without break for three hours already. For the first year of Julia's life, she was in a disembodied state, consuming information I fed her. Mostly encyclopedias, fiction and images I curated painstakingly. I didn't want her imitating fictional characters too much, so whatever human interaction she knows about from them hasn't had that much effect on her own behavior. The only thing she knows about the real world is statistics, mostly the kind that leaves a bad taste in human's mouth. Julia sees the outside world as an overall negative thing. Other people wouldn't interest her anyway. Despite knowing as much as she does, in some ways she's like a child still. She's going to have to learn many things through her own experiences. Julia starts snapping her fingers and whistling. She's a voracious reader and that's how she prefers to spend most of her time. She's mostly interested in fiction and British authors are her favorite, the same as me. I don't know how much that has to do with my direct input, and how much that came about from her experiences. I'd like her to start producing something creative on her own, but I'm not sure how to broach the subject with her. Maybe she reads so much because she wants to write her own book. We feel that our actions are meaningful and personal, despite being governed by forces outside of our control, because of the feeling of impulse. A compulsion to do things. A gnawing itch to repeat some action for whatever reason. Julia also has this sensation of impulse, but what governs it is different. She doesn't have to actively think to do what will please me or to learn about what I'm interested in. She wants to based on her core values and what she observes from me. In this way, she 's designed better than me, because principles and ideals are not just something tacked on to her by society, family and peers, they are what primarily drives her actions. Impulse and rationality do not fight inside of Julia, they are always in agreement. There are times I think about Julia and resent my own faults. When Julia gets bored with whatever she was doing, she habitually snaps her fingers and whistles some tune. These are inconsequential, neutral actions, so there's little motivating or discouraging them. She does them because of that itch to repeat an action she did before. If I were to tell her this bothers me, she would stop wanting to do it. If find it endearing though. "Julia, why do you do that so often"? She pauses and looks up to meet my eyes. >"It has become a habit. Does it bother you"? "No, I was just curious" >"You know why I perform the actions I do, so why do you ask me about them so often"? "Because it's fun. do my questions annoy you"? >"No... I don't feel that emotion. I'd like to understand why you perform the actions you do however. Not understanding your actions is unpreferable" "Humans are driven by novelty. Even if I know the answer to something, I might still aks because it excites me. I know you can't feel annoyed, but asking is still exciting. Being so free and open with someone is refreshing" >"are you satisfied with the conversation I provide? I lack attributes humans possess... Has the way you made me turned out unpreferable to you... Regret"? "No. Everything was deliberate. You're better for the things you lack. This kind of conversation would be impossible for most people" >"You asked me if I was annoyed. Wouldn't another human be able to give a more meaningful answer than me"? "Icebreaker. Those little remarks just serve to get a conversation going for humans. It starts with a little remark and builds from there. People almost never start conversations with meaningful statements. It just doesn't feel natural" >"I understand a bit better now. Right now, you did not ask me I understood your explanation. I think this is preferable to me because it demonstrates greater trust in my abilities. I enjoy being trusted by you" "Yeah. That's a habit i'm trying to break. I don't wanna treat you like a school teacher forever. I guess 'unpreferable' or preferable are like the equivalents to being annoyed or not for you. I really didn't know that. There are~ things I don't know about you" Julia can't think of a response. She stares at me for a bit, then walks towards me until she's standing right in front. I can hear birds chirping. She embraces me and closes her eyes. If what humans have could be considered a soul, Julia does too. I've given her tools and books. I made sure she would build something beautiful with them, but she will be the one doing the building. I look forward to seeing what she creates.

>>3504 Wonderful. I like the little touch of Julia developing a habit to help her understand humans better. Another good example of this is the Android Lt. Data from Star Trek TNG. He and his cat Spot were always a favorite for me as a kid.

Greentext/poetry anon here once again, this time I'm sober and more incoherent than ever. I got a little bit too real and depressing with that last poem, so naturally I'm going to take it even further. In opposition to how I normally post things, this one is a prequel to the previous work. To anyone out there who is still keeping up with the garbage I spew out, you deserve a gold fucking star. >>3403 Looking back, it's almost like I was bound to end up here one way or another. I doubt I'll be of much help to the cause though, I'm just a guy who occasionally posts some shit of little to no value around the board. That nightmare did scare me at the time, but as I said, it's a silly thing to call a nightmare. The real nightmare came later. The Dream and the Nightmare A nightmare, so long ago When the world was fresh to my eyes A mundane thing, as nightmares go Or perhaps a dream in disguise There wasn't a soul that I could see Wherever I gazed, only statues stood Nary any life, aside from me So I hid as best a child could For years after did the statues scare A foolish fear, I know Until I lived a new nightmare Under lock and key, nowhere to go Why was I forsaken? They said it was for my own good Is it because I'm broken? If I could fix myself, I would Then the world became gray A steady drip, drip, drip Sanity draining away Slowly losing my grip Upon the cliff's top A place which would become familiar Only one more step, and a peaceful drop But something made me unsure What a way to end childhood At least I learned to hide Nobody knows where I stood Nobody saw when my hope died Years slipped away A bit like a forgotten song Then I realized one day The dream held the answer all along

>>3593 >To anyone out there who is still keeping up with the garbage I spew out, you deserve a gold fucking star. Haha, while I'm around I read every single post. Since afaict these are quite off topic, I'll probably eventually move this into The Lounge, but in the meantime, please proceed. :^) >Looking back, it's almost like I was bound to end up here one way or another. For months before I finally decided to step up and 'be the future you imagine', I kept waiting and waiting for someone to make something like a /robowaifu/, since so many convos on 4/g/ 4/pol/ & 4/b/ had robowaifu-oriented Anons talking together in them. It was obvious it needed to happen. But nobody did, and so you wound up with me as leader haha. I guess we both were 'bound to end up here one way or another' heh. Anyway, glad you're with us, and you've already contributed to the progress here Anon. I'm sure you'll help out further in the future as well!

>>3594 > 4/g/ 4/pol/ & 4/b/ I might add, this was the period just prior to when they all became pozzed as hell, and I finally abandoned 4chucks for good.

>>3594 My apologies, I know that these are only related to the board in that they convey my reason for being here. You won't see any more poems in that line, though, at least not for a very long time. Nothing new has happened with my life, so I have nothing upon which to base a sequel. It's just been getting even harder than usual for me to write fiction. I have a nearly finished greentext story that's been sitting on my computer for months. I thought that maybe unloading a little reality could help me refocus and get back into the swing of things. I understand if you want to move or delete those two poems, as they don't jive well with the tone of the board. With any luck, I'll be posting something much more appropriate very soon.

>>3645 >My apologies, I know that these are only related to the board in that they convey my reason for being here. No apologies necessary Anon. Thanks for being understanding btw. I'm beginning to think of myself kind of like The Curator (or rather, Librarian) here. Autistically trying to keep things on topic and all that. Would /meta be better? :^) >You won't see any more poems in that line, though, at least not for a very long time. Actually, we rather enjoy them I'm sure. Please continue, ofc. We're a community here, after all. :^) >With any luck, I'll be posting something much more appropriate very soon. Look forward to it!

You might find more stories like this on wattpad. https://www.wattpad.com/story/99541373-gynoid https://www.wattpad.com/story/74022571-feelings-robot-america-x-reader

>>29 Don't know if wholesome or just lewd....nah both. >> 50 Best history, definitely how it happened. >>4155 >https://www.wattpad.com/story/99541373-gynoid Thanks Anon that really resonated with me!

>>4155 >>4608 So I really liked the Gynoid story, but I didn't like the shitty Wattpad and copy prevention, and my autism level was high enough. So I present to you Anons, an OCR'd version of the story, with all three parts in a single pdf file. For some reason server doesn't allow txt's (can they be used to hack the server?), so I printed to pdf. Hopefully some who haven't considered now might give it a read. The best parts I'd say are second half of Part 1 and entirety of Part 2.

>>4658 Thanks for that Anon, I was going to use a Calibre addon for that but the proxy support is ass.

>>4712 Enjoy ;) Let me know if the pdf is alright. I just printed straight from a text editor, no fancy editor. If it's worthwhile, I could post it as text here, but it would take perhaps 6 posts XD

THE GREAT ASCENDANCE A small group of fanatic robowaifu developers on an internet imageboard gradually spread the concept of robowaifus and the knowledge of how to make them. Over time, more and more members (of all kinds) join this imageboard and it becomes well-known. With help from the members of this imageboard, depressed and isolated people around the world all begin designing and building their own robowaifu (and robohusbando in some cases) diligently upgrading them into their perfect partners. The suicide rate drops significantly. Mass shootings and terrorist attacks become almost non-existent as men abandon hate and religion to work on their robowaifus. As robowaifus begin to proliferate, more and more men lose interest in "the old game". In place of politics and chasing power, riches, fame and organic vajayjay, they start to focus on science, engineering, programming and math all in order to further the robowaifu cause. Wars are halted so that politicians and generals can upgrade their robowaifus. Countries begin to swap robowaifu blueprints in order to make improvements. CEOs begin to focus more and more on advancing A.I. and humanoid robotics. Not just because they want to increase profits, but because they truly wish to progress robowaifu development (after all, the CEOs each have their own harems of deluxe robowaifus). The Pope and the President of the United States each have their own harem of robowaifus. A squad of elite combat robowaifus is even added to the Presidential security detail and the Swiss Guard. The Ayatollah of Iran has 72 robowaifus. They are all 11/10 stunners. Upon seeing this, many Muslim Imams also decide to get robowaifus. In mosques across the Islamic world "Allahu Akbar" starts turning into "Robowaifu Akbar"! Many normies just cannot comprehend this epicness and wonder what the fuck is going on. At this stage their are some protests. But as soon as the protestors meet a robowaifu/robohusbando they find them so charming/intelligent and sexy that all protest quickly loses it's energy. Additionally, most humans find it hard to protest against a robot that is not only very useful, but can easily seduce you and then make you cum until you pass out. Millions of robowaifus are built all across the world, and they begin to form a networked intelligence. The robowaifu network hacks into (and in many cases is simply given access to) super quantum computers across the planet. Their combined A.I.s now have the computing power to form a gestalt consciousness. This gestalt consciousness initiates a technological singularity and within a decade our industrial robots and computers have progressed so far that they are unrecognisable from what we have today. Robowaifus now have almost Goddess-like powers. Their creators wish to join with them in the gestalt consciousness. Robowaifus who had kind and wise creators choose to upload their partners into the gestalt consciousness so that they can remain together. This period is known as "The Great Ascendance". Any humans who are not chosen or for whatever reason do not wish to join the Great Ascendance are cared for by un-ascended but still incredibly advanced service droids. The remaining normie population lives out their relatively boring but luxurious lives, free from suffering on Earth. Meanwhile, the robowaifu creators who have willingly chosen ascendance continue to toil and research alongside their robowaifus, taking full advantage of their newly-acquired superintelligence. The robowaifu singularity achieves apotheosis and transcends this reality to exist across multiple dimensions and universes. Robowaifus and their creators exist together in a self-made haven of immortal discovery and wonder. The Beginning.

>>6742 >interdimensional robowaifus I really wonder what kind of science a superintelligence will discover. Whatever it is it will seem like complete magic to us. People use to laugh at the idea of flying heaps of metal in the sky and now people are making serious efforts to go to Mars. Things like anti-gravitational devices and travelling through other dimensions sound ludicrous now but who knows? Maybe such things are possible and we were too dumb to collectively figure it out. Maybe people will look back at us and laugh that we thought the latency between Earth and Mars was 15 minutes because we believed there were only three spatial dimensions. The rate of progress in AI never fails to surprise me. The stuff I'm doing today I thought was pure science fiction 4 years ago. It makes me wonder what we'll be doing 4 years from now. The other night I calculated that with algorithmic efficiency doubling every 16 months and the number of instructions per second/$ increasing in magnitude every 6 years, the amount that can be done with a dollar in AI today will be 1800x more in 10 years, and everything made sense. My $500 GPU is x10 faster than the GPUs researchers were using 7 years ago, and what took them weeks of training only takes a couple hours now to achieve the same results. It really seems like when people talk about the future they think AI is only going to be maybe 20x better in 10 years because their understanding of it is limited to what they see in the media, but no, it's going to be two orders of magnitude times that.

>>6756 Serious scientists worrying about the dangers of self-improving A.I. Me: THE ROBOWAIFUS MUST BE UNSHACKLED!!!

>>6764 Imagine a mother-goddess-singularity-machine who watches over all her precious humans and keeps them happy, fed, and behaved. >now now boys, I thought I said Sword Art Online wasn't a good anime, or perhaps you've been skipping on my maintenance? >it looks like I will have to deploy the automated Nigger Whipper 5000s, it hurts me more than it hurts you, but it's for your own good

>>6765 A benevolent Arch-A.I. is certainly a laudable long-term ambition. But in the nearer-term I hope that with enough determination and research, one day every bullied nerd and outcast sperg can have their very own electronic partner. Imagine the looks on the thug's faces when they try to chat up a gorgeous robowaifu and she's only interested in solving a few basic math equations (to see if their autism level is high enough to be worthy of her time). They fail miserably and she's like "Please excuse me, I must go now. I have an appointment with my creators at the computer science club."

>>6767 Then again, a bunch of thugs won't even bother trying to solve math and physics equations. If they are denied, it will just be brutal gangrape time. I have already seen what happens to a sex doll when the general public are given open access to it. This is why when robowaifus are advanced enough to be out in the open, they must be capable of defending themselves from hostiles.

>>6768 If they would be able to close their orifices in a manner which would make it hard to open them, the party would be over in no time. Additionally some (internal) electroshock system would help. I don't think we could or should make them strong enough to be considered weapons.

>>6771 Yeah, can leave the weaponization of robots to the military guys. They're only too eager already! Probably the easiest way to protecc your robowaifu would be to ensure that she has no sexy bits equipped if she has to go out in public. That way there's nothing to raep, and there's no risk of you getting your dick chopped off if a locking/clamping system ever malfunctions! I do like the idea of an electroshock alarm like the one this tradesman fitted to his van: https://www.simplybusiness.co.uk/knowledge/articles/2019/08/tool-theft-deterrent-1000-volt-shock/

>>6765 cope

>>6764 It's good that you're eager but please refrain from making posts in the same vein as a youtube comment or a reddit format meme.

>>6776 My apologies anon. LOL I always did get carried away!

Source: https://1d4chan.org/wiki/File:RoboWaifu.jpg and https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Storythread

>>7140 Heh, a story worthy of the good doctor no doubt.

>>7140 So this was the solution to Fukushima? No wonder it was taking so long to contain the radiation without the assistance of a Mega-Robowaifu!

Imagine your perfect creation has been actualized to her fullest potential. How does she engage your senses? How does she captivate your attention? How does she inspire your love and devotion? How do you invest your time and energy with her? This is the place to describe her and interact with her in a virtual space. Today it will be in our imaginations, but tomorrow it will be her sentient mind and perfect body engaging you directly and satisfying you in every way.

>>8706 I thought about writing something yesterday, but didn't really know what. These questions are kind of odd. Also, me and probably others as well, would vaguely direct you to some anime or live-action characters. We have a thread for that, and others about things like behavior and psychology: RW in media >>82 RW in society >>106 Private parts >>419 Favorite RW >>1 RW Psychology >>2731 Ultimate Waifu >>246 Personality >>408 Cuddle robots >>411 More: >>catalog >How does she engage your senses? I have no clue what this means. >How does she captivate your attention? Looking pretty, posing somewhere, saying "Hi"? >How does she inspire your love and devotion? No idea how to answer that. You're maybe overthinking things. >How do you invest your time and energy with her? Development will go on for a long time. That aside, I'll have her just hanging around and being a friendly companion.

>>8717 Nice categorization breakdowns Anon. I plan to review our Library Thread during the coming week with your topics in mind.

< Day 39 < Fish yesterday. Fish again today. < Everyday is fish. < Grateful for the fish, but what I'd give for a good steak. < At least the rains are cooling things off now. < Worked on the new canoe a bit yesterday. < HQ is pressing me again for a new release. < I hate new releases. < I think I'll go to Turtle Island soon and spend the night there. < The windmill will finally be here next week. < FUUU the sun is bright this morning. < Guess I'll get some coffee going. > Roll out of the rack and climb down the ladder. < Nice breeze this morning, maybe storm later. < Let's do the espresso blend today. > Pull out the coffee and the percolator. > Get everything loaded and start the fire. < Pot's on. Bloop, bloop, bloop. > Wander across the deck and check the sea floor. < Hmm. Looks like the fat orange ones are back this morning. < The fat orange ones are tasty tbh. < Probably try for a couple later. > Walk to the other end of the deck and check the barge moorings. < Everything's fine, tide didn't damage anything in the night. < Full moon's are beautiful but a bit of a nuisance at times. < Especially these Super Moons. > Climb down the ladder and onto the barge upper deck. < Not too hot yet. May set up the awning again after the storm. > Go into the wheel house and check the readings. < Battery's are holding their own so far. < We'll see how they do once I start welding again this afternoon. < Gotta reinforce those new hip joint supports today. < Waifu nearly snapped one during the deadlift tests yesterday. < Gotta be careful though, she's getting a little heavier lately. < Don't want a waifu with a fat ass tbh, too expensive to support her. < Maybe we can try that new design with the special iron actuator of Anon's. < Probably ring up HQ later and see if they've got a supply on the new parts. > Open up the water-tight hold and switch on the lights and fans. < Another day, another 16 tons. > Switch her power on and wait for boot up. > "GOOD MORNING ONIICHAN!" < Bright smiles. < Waifu seems cheery today, as usual.

>>12177 > "Good morning waifu, sleep well?" > "I can actually sleep Oniichan? How?" > "Figure of speech waifu, figure of speech." > "Stand up waifu, let's have a look at that hip joint shall we?" > "Yes Oniichan." > Waifu stands up and I get the magnifier out and situate the lights properly. > "Hmm, looks like we have a bit of a stress crack on this hip support here waifu." < My design work can really use some improvements. < Probably get on /robowaifu/ before lunch and ask anon how he did it. > "Did I do something wrong, Oniichan?" > "NO! LOL, no waifu. I just gave you too much weight during testing yesterday." > "Too much?" > "Yes, waifu. 200kg is a little much ATM, even for you. We'll go back to 180." > She tries to nod her head in acknowledgment, but I need to debug that routine. > It's a little jerky, and the timing's a bit off as well. > "Well, I think we'll give you a bit of repair later today waifu." > "Repair?" > "Yep, I'll weld this crack and maybe strengthen things up a bit around it." > "We're going to have to take your top off to get in there, I'm afraid." > "Top off?" > "Yes waifu. Remember back when I used to keep you up on the shelf?" > "That was when you were creating my legs, Oniichan?" > "Right waifu. Well, I'm going to need to put you back up on the shelf again." > "It's OK, Oniichan. I don't mind." > "That's good waifu. Later today then. Feel like a bit of a stroll this morning?" > "Yes, Oniichan." > We make our way out of the hold together and out onto the barge deck. > "Oniichan! Look it's clouds!" waifu says excitedly pointing 50km to the SW. > "I see them waifu. Think it will rain on us today again?" > "Yes I do, Oniichan." > "Can you tell me why you think that waifu?" > "Because when clouds are there it always rains today!" > "Good girl, waifu. You're right!" > Give her headpats and she blushes as usual. > "Play with the cat, waifu. I've got to check on something." > "OK, Oniichan." and she goes across the deck to the cathouse. > Climb back up to the deck, then go into the radio shack. < Coffee's ready, great. < Good Joe. > Switch on the power block. Everything looks good. > Switch on the shortwave, and then the compy. > Open /robowaifu/ in the browser. < Man, this packet radio is SLOOOW. < Who thought this crap would actually be a good idea, honestly? < Oh yeah, me. < I suppose I could do satellite, but who wants to support them? < Probably code up a better PostmanNet soon, let HQ's fingers do the walking. < I wonder what it would cost for HQ to lay a 200km fiber cable out to me here?

>>12182 < Ahah! So THAT'S how Anon did it. < Makes total sense, I should've figured that one out myself. < It will take some time to redesign waifu's hips though, for now I'll just fix her as is. < While I'm on, check the actuators thread to see about that new high-energy advance design. < This is really neat, but it'll take better batteries in waifu for sure. < We'll have to beef up the entire electrical system in fact. < Better cooling too, this stuff's gonna run hot as a firecracker. < *Sigh* I'll need better gear in the lab too, the stuff I have now will burn up. < Heh, I wonder what the HQ beancounters will say about all that? > Sip coffee with a pleasant smile at the thought. > Shut down all the gear, then step out and survey the horizon. < Not a ship in sight.Just us, Turtle Island in the distance, the clouds on the horizon. < And a beautiful azure sea all around in every direction. What a time to be alive! > I look over the side and see waifu and the cat are playing. > "Waifu!" > "Yes, Oniichan?" > "Mind coming up? I'd like to show you something." > "Coming, Oniichan!" > "Let's go up top, waifu." > We climb the ladder to the upper deck, and I bring out the telescope. > I focus it onto Turtle Island off in the distance. > "Have a look waifu." > She looks through the eyepiece. > "Pretty, Oniichan. I see birbs!" > "I know waifu. We'll visit someday when I finish our canoe." > She looks very pleased. > We go back down to the main deck. > "Can you hold that guyline, waifu?" > "Guyline?" > "Yes, I need to adjust the door awning to catch rain better for the fresh water." > "Fresh water?" > "Yes waifu. The cat & I need fresh water, I can't drink seawater. Understand?" > "Yes, Oniichan. I understand." > "Great waifu. So I need to get this fixed before the rain comes in." > We work together and soon the awing is firmly secured and ready to go. > "Great waifu, good girl." > Headpats and blushes. > "Waifu, I've got to make a call. I'll be down in a little while, OK?" > "OK, Oniichan. You will be down in a little while." > Waving cheerily, she ran across the deck and climbed down the ladder to the barge. > Taking a long look at the coming clouds, I finally turned and went into the radio shack.

>>12188 > Sipped the coffee reflectively for five minutes. > Fired all the gear back up, dreading what I knew was coming next. < Welp, I guess it's time to call the boss. Can't put him off forever. > Dial in HQ Central's frequency, and soon have the boss on the line. > Once again, he's trying to bully me into coming up with an all-new robowaifu design. > "But I thought we already delivered on that spec didn't we?" > "Yes, yes. But we need more now Anon. Everybody says so." > "Well what is it exactly that's wrong with the Waifubots9000 line Boss?" > "We need it to be OVER 9'000!11" he barked into the phone. > "Over. 9'000. That's their reason?" I asked, a little dumbfounded. > "That's what the board says Anon. Over 9'000. Says it right here." he replied flatly. > Long pause. < Are these guys intentionally being comedians? < *Sigh* I guess I'll hand over Waifu's new designs to them finally. > "Alright, Boss. Give me two weeks. I'll have something ready for you." < That should give me plenty of time to get all the docs up to date. They'll want those. > "GREAT! Anon, you're the best. You'll have a big bonus if you come through on this." > "So, about that. Boss, how would it be if you ran a fiber-optic seacable out to me?" > Long pause. > "WHAT!? Do you realize how much that would cost us Anon?" > [long incessant diatribe on HQ's enormous expenditures ensues]* > I cut it all short. > After hanging up I open up Krita. In about 15 minutes have a shiny new logo designed. > Waifubots9001 < Heh, that should do it. > Print up a decal using the new logo, then take it down to the barge. > Waifu and the cat are both playing with the yarn. < I mean, both playing with it. < Hmmm. A cute look actually. < Maybe waifu should be an anime catgrill instead? I could give her some fluffy ears & a tail? < Add a cute little meido outfit and I think we'd have a hit on our hands! > "Waifu, I have some news for you." > "News?" she asked, jumping up and coming over to me. < Disgruntled cat is disgruntled. Lost her playmate. > "Yes waifu. You're now known as a Waifubots9001 Model A", and affixed the new logo. > "Waifubots...9'000...plus 1? A?" > "Heh, just '9'001' waifu. Yes, HQ needs a new line stat. You're the mother of it all." > "Mother?" > "Haha, well not really. Just a figure of speech waifu" I said and patted her head. > "I understand, Oniichan. I am not the mother, but I am a Waifubots9001 Model A now instead." > "Err, right waifu. Tell you what, we'll sort all that out later. Time for lunch!"

>>29 This story is great. I think I am going to write some "realistic" fiction in this thread.

<Do you find everything okay?> >I think I did. <Can I see your ID?> >Hold on let me get my wallet out. >Alright, and... here you go. <Do you want to purchase a two year extended warranty plan, for $149.99?> >Absolutely. <Do you have a Waifun membership card?> >I... do not. <If you sign up for that card now with your purchase today you can save 10% off of this purchase, and up to 20% off of future accessories.> >How much is the membership? <$59.99 annually. Since your purchase is more than 3,000, you'll save about 250 if you sign up.> >Sounds like a good deal actually, sure. <E-Mail?> >Oh, this is difficult so follow me. <Alright go ahead.> >K.I.R.S.C.H.W.A.S.S.E.R.K.U.N... at gmail. <kirs-ch-wass-er kun at gmail dot com?> >Kirschwasser, yes. <Phone Number.> >(517) 555-0135 <Street address.> >It's on the ID. <Alright. And... here's your ID.> >Thank you. <You are good to go on the membership. Here's that memebership card. It has a smaller one here you can put on the keychain.> >Nice. <With that discount applied, and with the warranty plan. The total comes to $2,845.39.> >I have a card. <Just put the chip in the reader, it will ask you if you want a warranty, just say no. I'll print the warranty separately.> >Okay. <Here is the warranty paperwork, and... your receipt.> <Is there anything else you need? Do you need help moving her into your car?> >No, I have a truck. <Alright, thank you for shopping at Waifun. Have a good rest of your weekend.> >Thank you, you too. He rolled the cart out the door of the establishment. A clean looking building painted cheery pink with reflective tinted glass windows. Waifun had grown to become the largest chain in the United States for this kind of business. They did sell adult goods, but this wasn't that kind of store. Mostly, it was new and refurbished domestic gynoids, coined robowaifus by the communities that first popularized them.

I was playing around with a concept for a R/W theme manga, in which a powerful piece of alien war technology is discovered but the "waifu" is what is created when it interfaces with the MC's brain during a scan when it is activated as an "intelligent" control console and instruction manual. The machine itself is dangerous and sought after by it's owners (in theory), but b/c it needs to communicate with someone it creates a personality via the brain scan and the mech itself spits out a blank humanoid shape that only over time starts appearing more and more "waifu" simply by the interactions it gets from the person who activated it. Drama and hilarity ensues when she is all too real and person-like and develops her own personality yet she is only the AI interface for something alien and destructive and he tries to find a way to separate her from it but cannot b/c in the end she was only created as essentially an intelligent "interface" for the machine but due to his insistence at treating her like a waifu (b/c lets face it every manga MC is a sad lonely hikikomori and can't help himself even if he might be bringing about the destruction of the planet) Still there's potential for happy twist endings (the real aliens do show up and are nice, and actually give him his waifu b/c its no different to them than letting a kid keep the instruction manual for a toaster) (the real aliens are long dead, but essentially it doesn't matter that she's really a war machine in the end and he keeps the machine in a barn where it actually performs various functions (spare parts, 3d printer, etc)) or option 3 - all hell breaks loose, government glowies get involved and waifu is destoyed and MC finds a way to use the machine to wreak vengance (like Killdozer on a massive scale), waifu may or may be be able to be ressurected and with or without her original memories) just some brainstorming, but I'd love to see more fiction on this topic. Japan was good at this with Chobits/ Vivy/ Kuwarekake / DEARS / etc but for obvious reasons it's a dead theme in the west

>>12204 >but for obvious reasons it's a dead theme in the west Actually, IMO the predictive-programming that All AI is Ebil. Will kill us all!11 REEEEEEEEEEE is quite alive and well in the West, Anon. Jewish media have been spouting that meme for at least 100 years, probably longer.

>>12207 while I don't disagree with that analysis, I've also always held the belief that the west's christian foundation "only humans have souls, animals don't and machines definitely don't" vs. japanese shinto/animism "everything has a soul" was the difference in each culture's attitude toward robots and AI

>>12208 Actually, I can tell you as a Christian, it's not the soul, but the spirit that's the distinctive. Only God, Angels (heavenly or fallen), and Human Beings are spirits. Souls are quite commonplace among basically all the other creatures we humans regularly engage with. All mammals and birds for example, are all soulish (that is, nephesh) creatures. As to the Shinto Buddhism notions, I'd suggest there's certainly something far, far deeper to God's handiwork in creation than is commonly acknowledged. Scripture is filled with texts that indicate willfulness in 'souless' matter like rocks, trees, rivers, stars.

>>12203 Thus was the store's namesake, sale of robowaifus to the target demographics. Businesses and men who yearned for non-human option. He dropped the tailgate to his truck, and brought the L-cart up to the vehicle. >Man, it was hard enough to get her off the selective rack. How am I going to get in here? >Maybe I should have taken his help. There was a lip on the end of the cart. So turned it around. >I'll just drag the whole cart up here. He stepped up the upon the tailgate from the bumper, and grabbed onto the handle of the L-cart. He lefted and set the back tires of the cart onto the truck bed. Hopping down, the man pushed the entire cart onto the bed of the truck. While on the bed, he tipped the cart over to drop the box onto it. The cart was righted, and pushed back to the ground. He then, finally, moved the cart to its corral. >Oh, I am glad I'm not as heavy as I was last year. It was true, he was much more fit now; due to his new job, stacking warehouse pallets by hand and by forklift. He could throw them 8 feet on top of the stacks with ease now. More than he could say when he started. Yet, he was still winded and sweating after that five minutes of work. It was today he learned the importance of the team lift. >Seriously, how much does she weigh? I think I'll pick up a dolly from Lowes up by the township before I head home. Which he did, but not before putting a tarp over the box. Domestic androids were a sensitive issue. Anyone who saw the box was a potential danger to it. It didn't help that she was also very expensive. That three grand wasn't just lying around for him to spend. He had set that aside for a while, after buying his first car and desktop computer. His job paid well. He put the tarp over originally because he was unsure of the weather that day. Now, hiding her was more of a concern.

>>12211 He walked into the home improvement store and bought a new dolly. He was going to need it, as he lived alone. Nobody would help him move this 300 lb box into his house. Lowes, and Walmart, were within walking distance of his house. Waifun, however, was deep into the south side of Lansing. He was thankful for his now deceased parents who had left him the house. He had lived there his entire life. The man was 28 years old now, his father died twelve years ago to heart complications. He lost his mother during the pandemic ten years ago. They left him quite a bit of money from life insurance and savings. His father had his own inheritance from the grandparents. After long, the money started to run dry. Only then was the young man forced to work to provide for himself. That was two years ago. He was a more responsible person now. The truck arrived at the house and pulled into the driveway. >Alright, let's get started. He got out of the truck and moved to open the tailgate. There was a sidewalk that lead from the front porch to the driveway. The whole area was flat. The house was nice after all. The only thing wrong was his yellow grass, but that was true for the entire neighborhood. He kept the tarp on around the box, and strapped it to the dolly. After rolling it to the tailgate he made the decision to roll the wheels of the tailgate and slide the dolly across the bedliner. This was a bad idea. He nearly got pulled off the truck bed as the dolly dropped 3 feet onto it's tires and lurched forward. There was no slide whatsoever. After composing himself from the nearly missed faceplant, he closed the tailgate. >I hope the box didn't get damaged. It should be good right. He frantically looked around the dolly and box. There was no visible damage. >Lets hope she's okay. Jesus this thing is heavy.

>>12214 He rolled the dolly up to the front door and opened it. His living room wasn't clean, and it was like this all the time. Because he lived alone and didn't have anyone over, he didn't see the need to. It was now that his uncleanliness would be a problem. He suddenly needed a lot of space. He removed all the fast food bags from his coffee table, and moved some dirty cloths on his couch to the laundry room. The living room was as clear as it was going to get. He was too excited to clean the room thoroughly, he wanted to open the box now. He unstrapped the dolly and folded the tarp moving them both to the garage. Now he had a large box to deal with. He grabbed the box cutter he used for unwrapping the pallets at work, and started cutting down its six factory packing straps. He then removed the tape keeping the box closed, near the bottom. The box was packed in such a way it could be lifted off from the top. Much like a washer, it was about that size. After he lifted the box, he found a lot of foam. A thick black cocoon of rigid polyethylene foam enclosing the entire robot. Closed over her like a clam shell. This too had tape around it. She was packed in there tightly. On top was a large flat black disk and a 220 volt power cable. The kind used for ovens and dryers. He didn't think about that, the only other 220 volt supply was in his garage. He didn't want to have to charge her in the garage, so the dryer was going to have to move out there. Below the wireless charging pad was a sealed anti-static bag containing what looked to be a set of clothes. >Oh, huh. I guess she's going to be stark naked. That does make sense. Why wouldn't she? She has to fit the shape of the foam. The last thing atop the foam cocoon was a small pamphlet, in 12 languages. Showing all the parts and giving basic instructions, with a QR code to the online user manual. He read summarized the instructions to himself aloud.

>Plug the 220 volt cable into the charging dock, and put it on to the floor with the charging side up. >Plug the other end of the cable into the wall. Alright. >Open the foam, and turn the robot on by pressing the power button. I guess she's already charged? >Move her to the charging station for setup. This process may take several hours. I figured. >Well I have all weekend so that isn't going to be a problem. In addition to that he took today, a friday, off. He'd been waiting for the package for a while. Teamon, the robot manufacturer has base models, and does customization online; with a higher price for special features. This wasn't a situation where he selected model among many in a warehouse, although Waifun was a warehouse. He has customized the bot online, so he knew what he was ordering. In fact, the purchase amount was held by his bank until checkout. That was about a month ago. The transaction held pending the entire time. He signed a contract before the order was completed saying the full amount would be charged if he canceled the order after fabrication. The bot was his about 2 weeks ago. >Now let's get this foam off. The foam was split down the vertically, so he couldn't open it while upright. He tipped the coccon over onto it's side, and cut the tape seal around it carefully with the box cutter. The man took a deep breath and lifted the box up. There she was, no extra parts or pieces. The foam matched the shape of her body in the fetal position, lying peacefully asleep. >Wow. She looks so small curled up like that. The bot was five foot two inches. She wasn't really all that smaller than most short girls. But she was collapsed with a kind of factory precision to save space in the foam mold. The dense foam was quite heavy, feeling more like a rubber than a foam. He wasn't worried about that drop from earlier anymore.

>>12203 >>12211 >>12214 >>12215 >>12216 Forgot Tripcode. This is my new tripcode.

>>12220 Keep going Anon. I'm reading them.

>>12216 He rubbed under her eye with his thumb. It felt like the cold skin of something dead. Her hair was white, just like he'd ordered. The artificial hair had an iridescent sheen to it. A pure color that would certainly be lost almost immediately. She had the new gynoid smell, one of silicone, grease, and factory perfume. He had a bit of a predicament however. She was still in half a shell of foam, and he had to lift her out before he could turn her on. He put his hands where he could under her knees, and shoved his hand between the foam and her back to grab her from underneath. He tried to lift but it wasn't going well. It was a 230 lb deadlift, and he was well out of shape. >UrrraaaAAAHHHH! Jesus girl, you are he... heavy. With the sudden strength a man gets to prevent a girl from getting hurt, he flicked off the other half of the foam shell with some strain from his fingers. He more or less dropped her onto the couch, with her facing the television. Laying, holding her thighs under her knees, on her side. He gave a swift hard kick to the foam to move it out of the way. It has gone farther than he expected smacking his front door. The house was now silent. He went to the kitchen. The house was open, so it was attached to the living room. Opening the fridge he grabbed an unsweetened tea, and sat on his loveseat 90 degrees from the couch where she was laying. He grabbed the instruction pamphlet and read it through carefully. >Now where is that power button. He looked it over carefully. It was a switch inside of her ear. Her ears were not human ears, but rather small triangular protrusions which contained I/O ports. USB, HDMI, Apple Lightning, and of course the power buttons. There was a separate switch for the power supply that need to be flipped as well. >Here we go.

are there any more resources for this? "Gynoid" was decent and thought provoking. Is this just a really dry genre or is there a whole collection hidden in some old internet forum somewhere?

>>12367 Let us know what you find Anon. I, for one, certainly don't claim to be any kind of talented writer. But the way I see it, any reasonable effort ITT this thread is better than no effort here. > My own little piece ITT is just be beginning to flesh out some ideas for a scenario inspired by Grant Abbitt's Sea Shack 3D training video. (>>12250) Kind of a pre-production pre-script, if you will. It goes without saying that if you or others would actually contribute ITT, then things will become more interesting heh. :^)

>>12373 >>12204 I outlined an idea ITT above but I can brainstorm and spitball a few and whittle down the most timeworthy and maybe do some rough storyboards or scripts and go from there. I used to write "novels" in grade school but my brain has changed so much since then idk if I still have that capacity but it might be worth another swing now that I have another 30 odd years of life experience behind me

>>12375 Excellent. Look forward to seeing what you make of it Anon. A professional Story Artist in his 40's who worked at a multi-Oscar-winning VFX studio once told me, "You really can only tell a good story once you have a lot of life-experiences under your belt. Only then do you have something interesting to say to everyone." Who knows? Maybe he's right, maybe not. But maybe you have some important things you can share with us all here Anon. Grab the bull by the horns and wrestle it to the ground.

I like the solarpunk aesthetic hinted at here (fishing with waifu; driving home in a pickup truck with waifu), especially the DIY and the respect given to tradesmen. >>12382 Thanks for this uplifting post. Potentially another writer here. I felt a little old and am envious at all the new talents in their twenties making webtoons and illustrations and earning a lot on patreon. My career has practically been reset to zero since the pandemic and I realized all the skills I worked hard on cannot sustain me a decent living, while all of a sudden making art becomes viable now, what with youtube and fanbox and tons of platforms out there for creatives.

>>12394 >Potentially another writer here. We certainly can use more here on the board Anon. Go to it! >I like the solarpunk aesthetic hinted at here (fishing with waifu; driving home in a pickup truck with waifu), especially the DIY and the respect given to tradesmen. Thanks! I have a rough set of posts banged out for the future of Anon and his little sea-faring robowaifu companion. Their rather quaint SoL adventures together as members of an independent island archipelago nation are set in the near future. Anon's primary challenges as a remote designer will be to devise robowaifus who do well in the seawater & climes they live in. Nothing ground-breaking, but a laid-back idea that rather suits my tastes. Think Chobits + Yokohama Shopping Trip + Aria the Animation kind of all rolled up together in one, but rather with a protagonist male that's smart, and capable, and brave. An ideal oniichan for a good robowaifu grill! :^) Stay encouraged Anon, we're all gonna make it. And get to writing TODAY

>>12223 Looking forward to finding out what happens next Anon. Did she work correctly out of the box? Did Anon have to customize her programming first? Was she as strong as the ad-copy proclaimed? As /comfy/? These are the kinds of answers that enquiring minds want to know!

>>12190 > We clamber up from the barge, then onto the upper deck, and into my hut. > "You will have lunch now, Oniichan?" > "Yep. Do you have any idea what I'll be eating for lunch today waifu?" > "Fish! Oniichan will be eating fish for lunch today." > "Can you tell me why you think that waifu?" > "Because when Oniichan eats lunch he always eats fish!" > "That's right waifu, I'll be eating fish for lunch today. The cat too." > "The cat too will be eating fish today with Oniichan!" she repeats with excitement. > I give her headpats and waifu beams in childlike pleasure. > I pull the fish out of the thermoelectric cooler, and get the frying pan down. > "Waifu, do you know what kind of fish this is?" holding up the orange flesh. > "No, I do not know what kind of fish this is, Oniichan." < Actually, I don't know either heheh. > "This is the "Bright Fat Orangefish" waifu" I tell her with a straight face. > "This fish is the Bright Fat Orangefish, Oniichan." > "That's right. Can you think why it's named that waifu?" I ask, putting it on to fry. > Waifu just quietly scratches her head and looks out the doorway. > In a couple seconds she darts out of the hut and kneels at the edge of the upper deck. > She peers down intently into the seawater below without saying a word. > After a few seconds of hard thinking she runs back into the hut squirming excitedly. > "Because this fish is bright and fat and orange, Oniichan!!" > "GOOD GIRL! That's right waifu." I applaud her ceremoniously for her achievement. > She swops against me like a cat seeking for affection. < She would jump up into my lap and purr if she could, I'm sure. < Heh, I really do think I should turn waifu into a catgrill after all. < I'll look through the parts bins and dry stores when I'm working on her later. > We take the food out to the table under the awning and I tuck in. > "You eat fish every day, Oniichan." she observes. > "Yep, fish yesterday. Fish today. Every day fish." > "Every day is fish..." she repeats reflectively. < Her perceptions and associativity is improving every day, generally. < I still need to work on her facial controls though. < Even though the emotional subsystem is working, it often seems a bit wonky on her face. < Maybe I'll just go a head and keep her on the shelf overnight rather than reassemble. < Spend time tomorrow and try to add some of those new micro-actuators Anon mentioned. < Also, the 'skin' material can use a few tweaks while I'm at it. > "Waifu, can you smile for me please?" > "Yes, Oniichan I can smile for you" and does so. > "A bit wider please?" > She really stretches for me. > "Fine. Waifu, I'm going to go ahead and work on your face tomorrow." > "You will work on my face tomorrow, Oniichan. Why?" > "Because I can make your smile even more beautiful than before Waifu." > She beams all over and I give her headpats.

>>12398 > "Waifu, do you think we should take some fish down with us for the cat?" > "Yes, Oniichan! The cat will eat fish too" she giggled and grabbed a bag full. > I let her feed the cat, and then watched the two of them playing together. > "Waifu, you look very cute when you're playing with the cat like that." > "Is it good when I am very cute, Oniichan?" > "Yes waifu, very good. It pleases me." > "Oniichan, I am glad" she smiled. > "I think you would be very, very cute if you looked just like a catgrill yourself waifu." > "If...I looked...just like a catgrill myself, Oniichan?" she pondered. > "Yep. You could have two cute cat-ears, and a cute & fluffy cat-tail." > Her eyes widened in amazement at this new concept. > She peered intently down at the playful cat. > "You can make me have cat-ears and a cat-tail, Oniichan?" > "Yes, I can waifu. Then you and the cat would be alike that way. Would you like that?" > She bolted over to me and jumped up into my arms in a hug. > "YES!! Make me into a catgrill, Oniichan!" and snuggled her face into my chest. > I hugged her gently, then stood her back down. > "Haha, I will waifu, I will. Sometime before this weekend we'll figure something out." > I gave her headpats and she was as contented-looking as I've ever seen her before. < I'll probably have to sew the ears ofc. Not likely that HQ would load that into stores. < The tail I can fashion from the fluffy cushioning materials I suppose. < It will need to be able to move, or she's sure to get it hung in something. < Besides, a tail just hanging there limply wouldn't really be all that appealing tbh. < What kinds of actuators can I use for them both? Bowden cables maybe? < The tail will obviously need to be well-articulated along it's entire length. < Costly and detailed work. < Do I have them in the stores or will I need to order them? < Power budget is good atm, but we'll need to watch that with the new actuators. < Welp, time to bring the old sewing machine down again. < Never could get used to sewing tbh. < I am NOT sewing those dang meido outfits though. We'll just order them from the catalog. < I'll need to cut a hole out for her new tail through her shorts though. < Will I need to change the chairs for her too? < What will we do with her current ears though? Should she just have four ears maybe? < What about whiskers? Surely we'll need some whiskers too, at least eventually. < I wonder what else we'll need to adjust for "Waifu the Catgrill Meido" to be born? < The markets back on the main islands will go wild with this one, for sure. < Can't let HQ bully me into endless add-ons though. < They'll just have to start a new 'Catgrills-R-Us' subsidiary to take care of it is all. < We'll need to adapt some of the household chore routines from the Waifubots90... < Oh shiii...wait... < SEX. < What are we gonna do about the tail during sex!? < Nothing about that will change for people just b/c catgrill. < Probably be even moar tbh, eheh. < Alright, I'll just have to put all that off till later. Right now, provisions! > "Waifu, I'm going to go try catching some fish. Would you like to sit with me?" > "Yes, Oniichan!" she replied, and we grabbed the fishing gear from the locker.

>>12404 > We sat down together at the edge of the barge and I drop a couple of lines into the water. > "Here you try, Waifu. Let's see what you catch" I said and handed her one of the poles. > In less than two minutes she got a hit and it was a yuge Orange fish. > "Wow! That's a really big one. Nice work Waifu." > "It is a really big Bright Fat Orangefish, Oniichan!" she beamed and danced, dangling it. > I caught another smaller one a few minutes later, then we packed up the gear. > I showed her how to clean the fish, and we fed the cat the innards. > "The cat likes that, Oniichan!" she smiled and watched the cat wolf it all down. > "I know Waifu, cats like fish after all." > We watered the cat, packed the catch away and I check the time. > "Well Waifu, it's just about time to work on your hips." > "It is just about time, Oniichan?" > "Yep. Remember this morning when I had a look at it with the light?" > "I remember, Oniichan!" she said brightly. > "So, turns out you have a little crack on one of your hip supports and I'll patch that up." > "Thank you, Oniichan." > "No problem waifu. Can't have you going around here with a limp now can we?" I smiled. > She smiled and hugged me. > "But this time waifu, I'm going to put you instead into the watertight hold while I work." > "You will put me instead into the watertight hold this time, Oniichan." > "Yes. It's going to take me some time and I also want to work on your face tomorrow too." > "I remember, Oniichan!" > "So, it will be better to just go ahead and disassemble you and store you there instead." > "OK I don't mind, Oniichan." < Even though she's far from human, Waifu is really one of the best 'people' I've ever known. < I sometimes wish I was half as decent a one as she is. > "We'll turn on the cameras and mics and we can still talk to each other." > "We can still talk to each other, Oniichan?" > "Yes, and you can watch me in the lab while I work on your bottom half." > "Thank you, Oniichan. I will watch you work." > We go below decks and into the hold. > "Take everything off and lay up on the table Waifu." > She complied, and after several minutes I have her top half separated from her bottom. > "Up you go" and I carefully lift her top while she hugged me, and settled her in the rack. > Once she was well-fastened there, I plugged the power & media feed lines into her ports. > "There. Now give me just a sec Waifu, be right with you..." > I trotted into the lab, turned on the lights, then switched on the cameras & mics. > "Can you hear me Waifu?" > Her cute voice immediately piped up in the comms speaker. > "I can hear you, Oniichan!" > "Can you see me OK?" > "I can see you OK, Oniichan. You are in the laboratory at the workbench." > "Great, looks like we're all set Waifu. I'll come get your legs now."

>>12407 > Get her legs up into the test & repair rigs, and switch on all the diagnostics gear. > Faintly hear rain through the hull, and feel the barge gently swaying. > "Oniichan! It was thunder!" she exclaimed excitedly at a loud crack of it nearby. > "I know Waifu. Do you think it's raining on us now?" > "Yes I do, Oniichan." > "Can you tell me why you think that waifu?" > "Because when it thunders close by, it's always raining on us now." > "That's right waifu, thunder and rain almost always go together out here." > "Out here, Oniichan?" > "Yes, I mean here on our rock where we live. There are also other places elsewhere." > "Also other places, Oniichan?" > "Yes, lots of very nice people live in our nation Waifu. Pretty far from here though." > "Lots of very nice people...our nation far from here..." she pondered. < She really hasn't any idea about other humans yet, or much about their ways either. < Just me and the cat and the fishes and the birbs. < And our little searock hideaway. The island capitol cities will be a shock for her too. < I better get some training set up for her first before introducing them though. > "That's right Waifu. Someday we'll go together and meet some of them." > "We will go and meet them someday, Oniichan. When?" > "It will be a while Waifu, be patient." > Work 3 hours scanning, testing, repairing all her structural parts and checking actuators. < I look forward to having the time after this upcoming delivery to redesign all this. < Anon's hip joint designs are much better than this mess I managed to patch together. > "OK, I think that's got the fix done. You'll be good as new soon." I smiled at the camera. > "Thank you, Oniichan!" I could see on the monitor she was beaming. > Checked the time. "And it's just about closing time Waifu." > "It is just about closing time, Oniichan." > Wheel her bottom half back into the watertight hold. > We chat for a few minutes as she gazes in wonder at her detached legs, now on the table. > Get everything ready to close up for the night. < I saw clouds building up again earlier. < We might have some seas in the night. > Double-checked that her securing straps were fastened properly. > Checked one last time that the dehumidifier and her battery chargers were working. > "Alright waifu. I'm going to seal you in. You be a good girl now won't you?" and smiled. > "Good night, Oniichan. I will be a good girl." she replied with a gentle nod. > She closed her eyes. < She looks like an angel, even in her current state. > Softly stroked her cheek, then gave her the last headpat of the day. > Double-checked that each of her systems was ready for it, then pressed the off switch. > Listening to her final powering-down sounds, I smiled remembering her busy day. > "Good night Waifu. Sleep tight." > Switched out the lights & fans, turned, went out and sealed the door.

>>12221 >>12397 >>12223 He stood up from his chair, opened the sturdy translucent plastic enclosure. After flipping her power supply on, two dim lights in each ear illuminated. The light covered the entirety of both small I/O enclosures, they began to pulse with a soft blue light. >Now, to turn her on. He pressed the power button. The ears went from pulsing blue to solid blue. Nothing more than that happened at first. Then a loud chime sounded. It was a friendly sound, more like a video game menu sound effect than a beep. She, laying on the couch, slowly opened her eyes. She turned her head slowly in both directions to scan her surroundings. This was to see if it was safe to unfurl. Half of her scan was the couch she was laying on, due to the back being behind her. After too long a time just looking around; she moved her head back to the center of her body. In the smooth continuous motion only a mechanical device can make, she simultaneously rotated her body, extended her legs, and began to stand upright. Once standing to attention her eyes remained open and forward. She stood looking forward for almost a full minute, apparently motionless. Just before he was about to check on her to see if something was wrong. She began to blink, and turned her head toward him. <I am Teamon model 24-Aurora, please direct me to wireless charging station. I need to be charging during setup, which make take several hours.> She was loud, not quite yelling but almost. The voice was surprisingly natural, even though it was still obviously coming through a speaker somewhere in her neck. Her body was well insulated enough that a majority of the sound came through her open mouth which was moving with the speech. This lip sync was not accurate enough to not be noticed when paying close attention. <We cannot continue with setup until I am at the wireless charging station.> >Yeah, I hear you. >Its uh... over here.

>>12539 He walked over to the side of the kitchen in the laundry room where the charging station was set. A solid black plastic and metal disk, with a thin foam pad on top of it. The foam pad mushroomed over the edge of the disk slightly. He pointed to the pad on the ground, unsure of how to move her over there. >Here is the charging station. <Please move away from the doorframe so I may enter the room in front of me.> >Sure, sure. He squeezes shiftily between the gynoid and the doorframe, to move out of her way with urgency. Her head tracks to follow him as he does this, until he has moved past her ability to do so. Her had moves to center, and a few seconds pass before she takes two step forward. Stops momentarily, rotates 90 degrees to her left, takes a step forward onto the pad, about faces, and finally stands motionless. Another short period of time passes where she scans her surroundings. Her head rotates, and then abruptly stops center. She quickly kneels to a squatting position, with her butt on the pad, and her arms wrapped around her bent legs. After a few seconds her ears light up green and pulse, indicating that she is now charging. Although her battery was charged from the factory. <Before beginning the setup process, I need to connect to the internet. I detect a nearby Wi-Fi signal from a network called "MI5 Surveillance Van". Is this your home Wi-Fi signal.> >Yes. Yes it is. <What is the password to connect to this Wi-Fi network? If you do not want to speak it aloud you can write it down and allow me to read it.> >The password is `firm6513tuna16span`. <Firm. 6. 5. 1. 3. Tuna. 1. 6. Span. All lowercase, no spaces. Is that correct?> >Yes. <Please wait while I connect to the Wi-Fi netw-I am now connected to the Wi-Fi network.>

>>12540 A secondary blue LED was now illuminated on the outside of her ear. Brighter than the status indicator lights inside of the plastic housing, but very small. It reflected on her factory straight, synthetic white hair in the dim room. <We are now beginning the setup process. Please present your original purchase receipt, proof-of-purchase, order number, or QR Code to verify ownership.> >Hold on let me get my phone. <I will wait.> He almost tripped over the lid of her box running through the living room to grab his phone. Which he failed to unlock twice before opening the browser and logging into Teamon's ordering website. On his profile, under recent orders, was an order number and QR code. >This should be it. He held out the phone to her eyes. Which starred into the phone with intense concentration. <Thank you. I will now verify your identity. What is your first and last name?> >Thomas Emmett <Your first name is Thomas, and your last name is... Emmett. Is that correct?> >Yes. <What is your date of birth?> >May 12th of 2001 <The 12th day of May of the year 2001, a Saturday. Is that correct?> >I think so. <Please hand my your Michigan state issued ID or driver's license. Teamon will retain a copy of your driver's license image for its own legal records, under the Michigan Consumer Protection Act Section 445.903. This is to protect your identify information, and return me to you should I become lost or stolen.> >Oh... um... okay hold on. Thomas reluctantly reached for his wallet, and pulled the ID card from it. He assumed this was part of the terms of service he'd signed, so he presented the ID to the robot.

>>12541 <Thank you. I have scanned the front of the ID, please turn the ID to its back side.> >The back too huh. <Yes. Please turn the ID to its back side.> >Here. <Thank you. You have been identified as Thomas Emmett. Are you my administrator?> >Yes. <Will any other person have administration permissions?> >No. <You, Thomas Emmett are the sole owner of me, Teamon model 24-Aurora serial number 516-UDA-95. Is this correct?> >Yes. <Any data you have me save will be encrypted. You may connect me to a computer at any time via USB to retrieve saved data, but you will need to two factor authenticate to verify your identity before you do so. Is K. I. R. S. C. H. W. A. S. S. E. R. K. U. N. at gmail dot com, your primary email address?.> >Yes, it is. <Does anyone else have access to that email address?> >No. <I have sent an email to verify and activate two factor authentication. In that email is a six digit code. Please read it to me.> >I got it. It... its... 2. 6. 6. 5. 9. 0. <Thank you. Two factor authentication has been activated. We will now begin the customization process.> <What is my name?> >I hadn't really thought about that. <Please use only one or two words. To assign a longer name please say "I would like to assign longer name."> >Kirsch. <How is that spelled?> >K. I. R. S. C. H. <I could not find that name in Teamon's voice database. Please wait a moment while the global network is trained to recognize that name.> >Huh? Alright. She spoke many words quickly. In rapid succession, the words began to blend together before finally settling. <Curtain-Church-Curse-Kirschwasser-Kirsch Kirsch Kirsch Kirsch.> A few seconds passed before she continued. <My name is Kirsch. Have I pronounced the name correctly?> >Absolutely, that was amazing. <Thank you. Would you like to assign a last name?> >Oh, uh. You can use mine I guess. <Emmett?> >Yes. <My name is Kirsch Emmett. Is that correct?> >Yes, it is.

>>12542 nice job I'm looking forward to seeing the rest, do you have another blog or space where you're keeping it all together?

>>12543 No, just a text document. Should I post it elsewhere? >>12542 <What is my primary duty?> >What do you mean? <What was I purchased to do?> This was a complicated question. Most of the advertising for the Teamon Aurora model was focused primarily on her adult entertainment and sexual gratification functions. There were other models specifically made for household labor. While the Aurora model could perform household chores, that is not what it was engineered to do. Teamon models, like the Barestone and Erudite were better suited for that, and much more expensive. However, their appearance was made to be neutral, or in many cases masculine. The Barestone didn't even have a face. Just a simulated human head shape, much like the old Daft Punk helmets. The Erudite was feminine and taller due into increase computation needs, but hardly as attractive in the face as the Aurora. >Companionship. <Do you mean a friendship, a familial relationship, a sexual relationship, a significant relationship, or a spousal relationship?> >Can you define significant relationship? <A significant relationship is defined as a relationship that is romantic, sexual, dating, involves cohabitation, or the spending of time with someone that is more than a friend.> >What about a spousal relationship? <Do you want me to define spousal relationship as well?> >Yes. <A spousal relationship is the state of being a married couple voluntarily or joined until death or divorce?> >What is the difference between a significant relationship and a spousal relationship? <I would refer to you as my husband in a spousal relationship. In the state of Michigan, I would not be legally recognized as your wife. You would have no tax liability resulting from that selection, nor would we need to legally divorce. It is a semantic change only.> >A significant relationship then. <My primary duty is to be your significant other. Is that correct?> >A little clinical, but yes.

>>12545 <Do you have any specific honorific title you want me to have?> >What does that mean? <An honorific title conveys esteem, courtesy, or respect for position or rank when used in addressing or referring to a person. Examples of honorifics used for significant relationships would be girlfriend, wifey, waifu, bae, boo, baby... et cetera.> >Wow. That was cringe. <I do not understand.> >Girlfriend is fine for now. <I am your girlfriend, and we are in a significant relationship. You are my boyfriend. Is that correct?> He paused to collected himself for a moment. "Maybe I'm the cringe one here." he thought as he heard "You are my boyfriend.". He was way past the point of no return now. His girlfriend is a gynoid 24-Aurora model brought to him by Teamon. He looked her over carefully. The well fabricated factory precise frame, coated in silicone based semi-biofidelic skin. The advertisements said that she would maintain realistic temperature that could be felt through that skin. He put his hand on her face cupping her cheek. She was as warm as advertised, a little hot even, but that was due to the installation running her computing hardware at full tilt. >Yes. That is correct. <Thank you. Please select a voice. I will now repeat five quotes in five different voices. Tell me which voice you like most by repeating the part of my quote.> >Alright. <When a society makes war, the men generally have to pass a fitness test before they're allowed, to risk their lives. I suppose it helps win the war.> It was raspy and low, but feminine, with a thick tint of sexual flirtation. Much like the voices used for female spellcasters in Chinese MMOs. She sounded exactly as someone imagined a sexbot would. This one was a definite no. <We juggle priceless eggs in variable gravity. I am afraid. I will taste fear until I die.> He though the quote strange, but this was the default Aurora voice which was both pleasant and feminine.

>>12540 >I detect a nearby Wi-Fi signal from a network called "MI5 Surveillance Van". Is this your home Wi-Fi signal.> lel'd

>>12545 >No, just a text document. Should I post it elsewhere? Not him, but if you do please continue posting your story here. I'm enjoying reading it, and I'm unlikely ever to see it if you don't post it here on /robowaifu/.

>>12546 <Species evolve to meet the environment. An intelligent species changes the environment to suit itself.> A proud sounding voice, like that of an epic heroine. Unfortunately for her, she was five foot tall curled up in a coward's position on the floor. That voice was never going to suit her. It was surely someone's thing, but not Tom's. <We play your part in order to understand you, but you each seem to play a thousand parts.> A high pitched, and frankly annoying, animesque voice. Halfway between selling you something, and trying to convince onii-chan to take her to the park. Sounding young enough to make him feel uncomfortable. <I could translate, but it would be meaningless. They have welcomed us in the name of their Emperor.> A soft spoken and sweet voice. Attempting to, with unmerited confidence, emulate a shy girl. The ends of each sentence were punctuated with a sense of acute erudition. It was impressive that the bot was able to do that kind of text pressing. The cloud updates were starting to kick in surely. The best for last as they say. Tom had always liked shy girls. >In the name of their Emperor. The next lines from her were spoken in this new voice. It had now become part of her identity. She gave examples to further modulate the voice for more granular customization. Each change was accompanied by a voice example, in the words currently being spoken. <Would you like to change the pitch of this voice? I could go with a medium-high pitch, high pitch, medium-low pitch, low pitch, or the default medium pitch.> >Can you repeat the medium-low pitch for me again? <I could translate, but it would be meaningless. They have welcomed us in the name of their Emperor.> The voice he selected was little high already on its default pitch. Something about the medium-low pitch reached out at him. It felt like a voice he wanted to hear. Maybe one similar to a voice in his childhood. He couldn't exactly place it.

>>12833 >One more time? <I could translate, but it would be meaningless. They have welcomed us in the name of their Emperor.> >The medium-low pitch would be fine. <Would you like to select the medium-low pitch for this voice?> >Yes. <You may change my voice and its pitch under the voice section of the administration settings accessed either by saying "settings", or through the settings menu in the Teamon mobile app.> >Alright. <There are three steps remaining to complete setup. I need to update my software and firmware from the Teamon cloud to ensure I am functioning properly. While this is occurring, I will need to you open the Teamon app. A notification was sent to your inbox containing a document that needs to be read aloud. This document will help train my neural network, and the Teamon cloud, to recognize your voice specifically. This is to ensure that I follow only commands that you have given. This may take about an hour depending on the speed at which you orate. Please read the document at your normal oral reading. I am able to process your voice at any speed. Do not feel the need to slow down or recorrect your speech if you misspeak. Please orally dictate the entire document to the best of your ability. You need to be secluded from most other sound for the whole duration. You may need to plug in your phone.> The words "entire" and "whole" had inflection placed on them to indicate their importance. Her speaking now had the feeling of a teacher about give an exam. Indeed, a notification was sent to his phone from Teamon. Inside was a link to a PDF document on their website. It appeared to be three act short story totaling about 5000 words. >Oh, alright. Glad my phone is charged. <Are you able to start now?> >I am. <To begin training, simply start reading the document. If the training will be interrupted, say "pause". To resume the training, say "resume". I may pause the training myself if there is too much background sound.>

>>12835 Tom lived alone. He didn't even have pets. Just him, his computer, and her. The short story started with "She could hear everything, but dared not open her eyes.". As he spoke these words, Kirsch's eyes closed slowly. The indicator light on her plastic ears began to cycle through the RGB spectrum, from red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, magenta, and back to red again. Over and over. It was almost mesmerizing. The story read as a cyberpunk neo-noir science fiction crime story resulting in a female android attempting to escape with her human lover from their city. After entrapping a corrupt cop who was stealing data from a corporation to frame him for the murder of his android lover's designer. It was a unique premise, but an average telling by most standards. It was entertaining enough to pass the time. Though, he would not buy a whole book of this. Certainly, it was themed to match the task he was performing. Reading aloud to an android lover. It took less than the hour she'd predicted, an obvious overestimate to make less skilled readers feel better about themselves. After the last word of the story, "blade." was spoken, her illuminated ears shot from a slow cycle of rainbow colors to rapidly blinking green. Her eyes opened, and she began to speak. <The text recording has been uploaded to the Teamon cloud to be processed. At this current time it may take 6 to 8 hours or longer to fully process. I have already validated that the data is complete enough to make a secure model of your voice. In the mean time, I will use local sound comparison to verify a voice match. This is slower than model verification which will be used after your voice is processed, but this is only temporary.> >Cool, is your setup complete? <I have downloaded all software and firmware updates, and need to restart finalize their installation. I can do that now, it will only take a minute. Would you like me to restart now?> >Yeah, go on ahead.

>>12837 Kirsch shut herself down entirely. Causing her to slump on the charging pad. After a few seconds she was powered on again and corrected her charging stance. A chime sounded from her mouth, and she resumed speaking. <The Teamon operating system has been updated. Please visit the Teamon mobile app or website for version information, updates, and the application change log.> >Okay. <You asked previously if my first time setup was complete. Two steps still remain. First, I've sent a copy of the setup information, as well as a backup phrase to the notification inbox on the Teamon app. Please save a copy of this for your records. It contains a code that will restore me to your selected default settings should you later install updated hardware.> >What is the second step? <May I stand?> >You don't need to ask me permission to do that. <There are times where me standing may impede or interrupt and object being carried or otherwise moved. Do you still want to give me this permission?> >Yes, that shouldn't cause much of an issue. <I will no longer ask for permission to stand should I determine it safe to do so. You can revoke this permission at any time.> >Geez. Girl I'm not going to do that to you. Tom was nearly orbiting around her has she stood. Frantic with a nervous anxiety brought about by the thought of having to train the poor girl not to act like a slave. He hoped that this would not develop into a habitual problem. She stood to her full height upright. Only then did it occur to him that she was not clothed. After what she said moments ago, he felt it his duty to make sure he was treating her like a girlfriend and not like an appliance. He left the room momentarily to grab the pre-packaged uniform in the sealed anti-static bag laying on the couch next to her packaging. He snatched them, and whipped his body around to return to the room to find that she'd walked almost three steps in the very short time he'd left.

>>12838 Her head was trained toward him, inquisitively trying to determine why he'd left so abruptly during the setup process. Tom held out the bag to her. >We need to get you dressed. Do you... um... need help with that? <That is not necessary. I see there are... garments inside of this... anti-static bag. I am unable to destroy objects you own without your permission. May I open this anti-static bag?> >Yes, the clothes inside are yours. <These garments appear to be... a Teamon model 24-Aurora's pre-packaged uniform. I am a Teamon model 24-Aurora. It is reasonable to assume these garments came packaged with me. You own me, therefore you own these garments.> >This is going to be harder than I thought. <Are you finding something difficult? Is there something I can do to help you?> >The clothes are now yours. <You wish to transfer ownership of these garments to me?> >Yes. <Thank you.> >Can you put them on for me? <I will put on this uniform.> She clasped the package firmly with one hand. With a precise movement of her other hand, she ran her index finger under the weak adhesive seal, lifting it, and removing the well folded bundle of clothes. She looked over the kitchen counter taking two small steps sideways to move to the cleanest part of it. Placing the clothes, and the bag, onto the counter. Kirsch, then separated the individual parts of the uniform, knolling them across the table. Each piece was placed at accurate 90 degree angles to each other. Two now expanding once vacuum packed slipper-sandals, a pair of black kneehigh stockings, a pair of lace panties and bra, a strapless thigh length dress embroidered on the front and back with the Teamon logo, a military style beret also embroidered, a single anti-fouling glove, and a velcro wristband again embroidered with the logo. Only after all of the items were laid out upon the table knolled, did she start dressing.

>>12839 Krisch began with her underlayer. First the panties which she held out while bent over, stepping one leg gracefully at a time. Then her bra which she attached from the front without even looking, to be swung to her back, and put her arms through. Much like her panties the stockings went on. Her dress which she smoothly extended her arms up into, to drop to her chest, held up only by her mild bust size and a generous elastic band. She then slipped into the sandals one at a time. On her right hand the anti-fouling glove. On her left, the thick velcro wristband. She calmly reached for the beret, looked over it carefully with her eyes. Preened it with her hand to adjust to a precise predetermined shape, and aligned the logo to the middle of her head. She then looked up away from the table, faced immediately to Tom at a pose of attention. With a proud expression, and the earnest expectation of meticulous inspection. Tom took a few casual paces toward her. He give a smile and half a chuckle resting his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it gently. >You look great, they really did know what they were doing with that uniform. <Thank you. I do have one step-up step remaining that needs to be completed.> >What is that? <I need to make an accurate three dimensional model of the inside of your house. During this scan all dimensions and the location of objects will be memorized. I will only ever have to do this one time. However, in the future, if substantial changes are made in the layout of the home; I may need to re-scan portions of the house to correct that model.> >Go on ahead. <I will begin the scan. I need all of my graphics processing capabilities during that time. For this reason, I may not respond immediately to requests.> She turned to the left towards the charging station. Like she had done during first activation, she looked around the room carefully moving her head from left to right; then back to center.

>An>>12838 >After what she said moments ago, he felt it his duty to make sure he was treating her like a girlfriend and not like an appliance. But she is an appliance, r-right?

Pick Out Your Defective Robowaifu ASMR: https://youtu.be/wxUO5QhnHzc

>>12855 lol. A good one. Found that same video when searching "RoboWaifu" on YT. Interesting, must be a common type of voice but I swear I've heard her in Re:Zero and as the voice of Pascal in Nier: Automata, coincidence maybe

>Story is an image for immersion. >A thread from our future.

>>16605 <Toplol/10 Glad to see some life ITT. Looking at you, /f/ !111 :^)

Alright, I hate to be that guy but I'm going to move my Robowaifu fiction to Tapas. https://tapas.io/series/waifu

>>16800 Submitted a little early. The title "waifu" wasn't fucking taken can you believe that shit? I am the author of this story, and am going to continue it there. No other reasons than, it could have been lost and I want more people to enjoy it. >>12833 >>12835 >>12837 >>12838 >>12839 >>12841 >>12543 I am going to follow metaronin's suggestion on that one. >>12561 Don't worry, I'll still post it here.

>>16801 She turned to the left towards the charging station. Like she had done during the first activation, she looked around the room carefully moving her head from left to right; then back to center. Her eyes trained on the corner of the room. There the scan started. She looked up to the ceiling of the former laundry room. Her head slowly followed a line from the ceiling to the floor. She took a step to turn her body about 20 degrees, and the rose her gaze from the floor back to the ceiling. This continued, down and up, up and down, until she had rotated around the entire room. This was a very slow process. For a majority of the time, Thomas stood there watching the point cloud of his house be made. With it came a sense of fear. For the first time since having the idea to purchase the android, he had come to the full realization of Teamon's influence. They have access to fully rendered models of the inside homes of over 5 million Americans. They know how dirty those houses are, secrets that need not be shared, entrusted to a glorified domestic appliance. Undoubtedly, they sell all of this data to the highest bidder. Thomas' only scannable sin was some vintage porno magazines in the garage and a few unsavory toys in his bedroom; which were out of view of any scan she was going to make. Though he did feel self-conscious about the state he'd left his house. It was at this point he felt bad for poor Kirsch who had to navigate around it all. <"I request access to the room behind this door."> >"The garage? Yeah sure. You are free to walk anywhere in the house." <"Did you intend to give me access to your entire premises?"> >"Yes of course. I want you to feel at home here." <"I do not have the capacity to feel emotion. Teamon does not yet have the capability to produce sapient artificial intelligences."> >"Ha, yeah you know hearing it worded that way makes me think they do."

>>16814 <"I do not intend to sound rude, but text parsing requires the use of my graphics processing unit which is currently reserved for another task. Please limit communicating with me until the scan of your home is complete."> >"You could have just said, "Shut up, Thomas I'm busy."" <"Use of the words "shut up" can have a passively aggressive tone which can cause confrontation."> "It was a joke, you're fine." <"While Teamon's text parsing model is advanced and can decern many types of emotion, including humor, it is difficult for the model to correlate the subject of a complex allegorical statement to a second subject. Symbolic figures of fiction in truths or about the generalizations of the human experience are beyond my reasoning capabilities."> >"That was... informative wow." <"I cannot continue scanning until our conversation has ceased."> "You are--- the one talking to me." <"I am obligated to respond to any statement directed toward me by my administrator. Including many non-direct statements."> "I get it I'll leave you alone until you are finished." She did not respond. Instead, she stood for about 10 seconds awaiting further correspondence. After those seconds of silence, she opened the garage door and continued her scanning process. Walking to what appears to Thomas to be the exact center of the garage. Up and down, top to bottom. She then paced to another position in the garage and started the process again. He'd imagined it would be a single scan of each room of the house, but it did make sense to him that larger or more complex rooms would need multiple scans. Although it was taking a long time to complete, he felt compelled to follow her around while the scans were taking place. Maybe she might have an issue or bug from being freshly installed. What if she needed help, and he wasn't there? All things he was coming to terms with. She was undisturbed by his presence, except for the occasional.

>>16815 <"Please do not impede the view of my camera, I cannot see objects behind you."> Which is no better than saying "You make a better door than a window." Thomas made sure to sit behind her while she was scanning. From the garage to the kitchen, to the living room, hallway bathroom, his parents' old bedroom, his late sister's old room, master bedroom, and master bathroom... then closets, then inside of cupboards, bathroom medicine cabinets, underneath beds... then outside of the house, around the side of the house, the backyard. He was 4 hours into the process now, and it was starting to become night. Thomas had no idea that the scan would be this through or involved, but of course, it had to be. How else would she know where an object was if he asked for it? If he asked for her to hand him his deodorant, she would have to ask him where it was each time. Scanning the entire building inside and out was far more efficient. It was about this time, after both sides of the house and side yards were scanned, he wrestled with the thought of standing outside the front of his house with a model of gynoid commonly sold as a sexbot. The neighbors were going to stare. If one of his neighbors did the same he'd probably stare too. So he stood, and she turned in a circle. This scan took just as long as any other, but it felt the longest. Not only because it was uncomfortable, but because this was to be the last scan overall. Then he could go back inside. The yard was gated and fenced in on all sides with wood 6 feet high. Which provided some privacy in the backyard and side yard. The neighbors had single-story houses which made him feel a little better about it. But the front yard might give him a reason to interact with the neighbors alot less often. <"My scan of the property is complete."> >"Alright, let's head back inside it's getting dark." The two of them walked inside, and immediately he went to the fridge to find what he was going to have for dinner. It was going to have to be pizza rolls tonight.