The thing that bothers me about cyberpunk-themed smut is that it’s always like “oh no, cyborg genitals”, and every time it’s just a scary-looking penis. If I was going to the trouble and expense of having my junk replaced with heavy machinery, I wouldn’t settle for what God intended, all right? I’m talking about robotic appendages which enable modalities of intercourse heretofore unknown to science. You know? Members which by their very existence perturb the ontology of fucking.
In the bedroom confused and frustrated:
“I think I might be colourblind”
My robot partner: “It’s okay, we can try something else”
Me, crying and cussing trying to give my robot partner a handjob, with a video tutorial entitled “How to solve a rubik’s cube” pulled up on my phone:
If she’s intentionally crafting these for teaser potential, and I wouldn’t remotely put that past her, they’re several layers of good.
(Like, you mentally autocomplete them on standard lines and that’s an interesting image, and then you’re like “but what would an Aella tweet starting like that be?” and then you wonder at the gimmickry in its own right and at how it fits into the whole deal…
…and all of these, if not reasons to in fact pay to subscribe to her gated feed are at least reasons to go away with a somewhat higher opinion or fondness towards her.)
Yeah I would prefer being thinner yet but I would be fine with a girl I was currently trying to get with seeing me shirtless now. I would be fine with her touching me shirtless.
So apparently in addition to – since the anxiety zeroing – no longer being able to miss things I’ve lost, I am also unable to pine for things I’ve never had, which means I can’t sit around feeling for the wife I never had.
This would inhibit my ability to ever execute that “They Killed Your Wife” reactionary campaign.
In like 2018, before the personality change, I had the sense it was time to withdraw into Karafuto for a while and re-emerge in the mid-late 2020s, still feeling pretty good on that.
Oh, great, apparently that mulch pitching built my back, shoulders, and arms to the point my shirts are tight again.
I resent that I can’t even complain about this too hard because it’s like “oh, I hate that I’m getting too sexy”
I resent that I can’t really complain about a lot of this stuff really because it’s a totally out-of-nowhere nonconsensual change to my basic experience of life and the world, except it’s so great that both
it would be churlish
it is in fact exactly in line with what I specifically wanted
So right now I am basically in a constant state of
please god above can someone explain to me why we’re still working on self driving cars when trains exist
“we’re training them to interpret road signs!” Train goes same place every day. No road signs.
“when forced to choose between old lady and child, which is more ethical for the car to hit?” Fence around train track. Nobody on the road.
“people with disabilities preventing them from driving themselves can be independent” Yes but also. Train.
“reduces the dangers of fatigue with long distance trucking” Train.
“the technology is not yet price effective for the average driver” Train.
Seriously come on choo choo bitches let’s goooooooooo
The minute you can have a train deliver things to a dozen buildings in a single neighborhood, then you might start to have something resembling a point.
The last mile is the hard part. Trains will never, ever solve it. Short of wild plans to use abundant energy from nuclear to dig massive underground tunnel networks, at which point ‘automatic underground small train’ and ‘automatic underground self-driving cars’ become the same thing - that would probably work if we could get there from here, but we can’t because people are stupid about both tunneling and nuclear power.
From historical experience of the decline of the LA streetcar system in the automotive age, “I can switch to the next lane when someone’s blocking this one”, “I can take an 82-block route along arterial streets but then at the end a 7-block final leg somewhat uphill” and “if this street is too crowded and slow I can use the next parallel major street over” were all critically important things cars but not rail transit can do
Cargo service further requires either space-consuming dedicated sidings or a willingness to have a train just sit in the street unloading for a while (streetcar-era cities sometimes resupplied outlying stores from central-city or dockside warehouses with overnight trams)
The cargo part doesn’t feel strong to me, given that many cities have the same policy with cars - freight only at night, during the day either it’s passengers-only or no cars at all. Usually in old European cities where the streets just can’t handle it.
Well with cars unless it’s a crazy tight street (which in Europe or Japan it might be!) or it’s Manhattan-style double parking, at least you can pass by an unloading truck, for streetcars it’s stopped in the street blocking all other uses along that line
I honestly suspect I’ve been so busy rendering the yard a nice place to hang out Badger’s been pissy I’m not hanging out with him in it these last few warm, sunlight nights
Something having my muscle memory reset makes clear is throwing is a walking-level complex muscle chain process, the stereotype of dads playing catch with their sons really is a primal skill-development thing, and “throw like a girl” was if you hadn’t been trained at all…
There’s still some stuff where I still have to make do by hurling it like a frisbee, using rotation of the arms and a final wrist snap, because overhand still isn’t there
please god above can someone explain to me why we’re still working on self driving cars when trains exist
“we’re training them to interpret road signs!” Train goes same place every day. No road signs.
“when forced to choose between old lady and child, which is more ethical for the car to hit?” Fence around train track. Nobody on the road.
“people with disabilities preventing them from driving themselves can be independent” Yes but also. Train.
“reduces the dangers of fatigue with long distance trucking” Train.
“the technology is not yet price effective for the average driver” Train.
Seriously come on choo choo bitches let’s goooooooooo
The minute you can have a train deliver things to a dozen buildings in a single neighborhood, then you might start to have something resembling a point.
The last mile is the hard part. Trains will never, ever solve it. Short of wild plans to use abundant energy from nuclear to dig massive underground tunnel networks, at which point ‘automatic underground small train’ and ‘automatic underground self-driving cars’ become the same thing - that would probably work if we could get there from here, but we can’t because people are stupid about both tunneling and nuclear power.
From historical experience of the decline of the LA streetcar system in the automotive age, “I can switch to the next lane when someone’s blocking this one”, “I can take an 82-block route along arterial streets but then at the end a 7-block final leg somewhat uphill” and “if this street is too crowded and slow I can use the next parallel major street over” were all critically important things cars but not rail transit can do
Cargo service further requires either space-consuming dedicated sidings or a willingness to have a train just sit in the street unloading for a while (streetcar-era cities sometimes resupplied outlying stores from central-city or dockside warehouses with overnight trams)
