The horrible machine sighs, but in a sort of affectionately exasperated way than the sad way she did earlier. "You're allowed to speak your mind, Mx." She chuckles and pats Finley's shoulder delicately, just barely making contact. "It's difficult, isn't it? Being different. The hungry whispers, the way our systems twitch at its whims, the unfairness of it all... but it's better than not being here at all, don't you think?"
They chuckle a bit as well, thinking about it for a while. "Yeah... much better, I'd say." Externally, they're still somewhat cheery- internally, they're confused and slightly panicked. 'Wait hold on how does she know?' they think, though they're trying not to seem anxious about that question. "...Wait, how did you...?" They start to ask in a much less anxious manner than their thoughts, but seem unsure of whether to finish their query.
She taps her head, causing her safety-yellow eyelights to flicker. "Electronic components. I was built with General Purpose Computational Systems, and that's much more... sensitive than the Solid State Computational Systems most Difference Engines use these days. But it allowed self-learning and self-building constructs. When Complex Black was added, it changed things. Without some sort of pact, I would have had my code scrambled to garbage by paranormal EMFs just like my siblings."
It finds, in these wet and blackened halls, the remains of numerous prosthetics, the Nightmares that had once used them ripped out and nowhere to be found. They look crunched and chewed, partially devoured. A faint yellow light can be seen flickering not too far away, before it shuts off entirely.
It walks to where the light was
A huge machine, vaguely humanoid in shape, is crouched in an alley. It slowly reaches out a bone-steel hand toward the Being.
It finds, in these wet and blackened halls, the remains of numerous prosthetics, the Nightmares that had once used them ripped out and nowhere to be found. They look crunched and chewed, partially devoured. A faint yellow light can be seen flickering not too far away, before it shuts off entirely.
It walks to where the light was
A huge machine, vaguely humanoid in shape, is crouched in an alley. It slowly reaches out a bone-steel hand toward the Being.
The Being tilts it's head before giving the machine a hand(?)
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Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
The horrible machine sighs, but in a sort of affectionately exasperated way than the sad way she did earlier. "You're allowed to speak your mind, Mx." She chuckles and pats Finley's shoulder delicately, just barely making contact. "It's difficult, isn't it? Being different. The hungry whispers, the way our systems twitch at its whims, the unfairness of it all... but it's better than not being here at all, don't you think?"
They chuckle a bit as well, thinking about it for a while. "Yeah... much better, I'd say." Externally, they're still somewhat cheery- internally, they're confused and slightly panicked. 'Wait hold on how does she know?' they think, though they're trying not to seem anxious about that question. "...Wait, how did you...?" They start to ask in a much less anxious manner than their thoughts, but seem unsure of whether to finish their query.
She taps her head, causing her safety-yellow eyelights to flicker. "Electronic components. I was built with General Purpose Computational Systems, and that's much more... sensitive than the Solid State Computational Systems most Difference Engines use these days. But it allowed self-learning and self-building constructs. When Complex Black was added, it changed things. Without some sort of pact, I would have had my code scrambled to garbage by paranormal EMFs just like my siblings."
Finley listens intently, understanding most of what she explains- construct engineering is definitely not their forte, but they get the general premise. "Ah, I see... I'm guessing you noticed the moment I walked by, is that true?" They chuckle a bit, but it dies out a second after. "I'm sorry for your loss, truly."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Automaton tilts its head as well. "You have mirror neurons." It has a feminine voice.
*I was debating on wether or not to make a version the Being talk non telepathically*
A muffled 'What do you mean?' comes from the Being
"You can copy other living things, and reciprocate emotions. It is a founding element of Sapience, the ability to recognize oneself. Many Nightmares lack this trait." She slowly stands.
She taps her head, causing her safety-yellow eyelights to flicker. "Electronic components. I was built with General Purpose Computational Systems, and that's much more... sensitive than the Solid State Computational Systems most Difference Engines use these days. But it allowed self-learning and self-building constructs. When Complex Black was added, it changed things. Without some sort of pact, I would have had my code scrambled to garbage by paranormal EMFs just like my siblings."
Finley listens intently, understanding most of what she explains- construct engineering is definitely not their forte, but they get the general premise. "Ah, I see... I'm guessing you noticed the moment I walked by, is that true?" They chuckle a bit, but it dies out a second after. "I'm sorry for your loss, truly."
"I have plans... to build more of my kind." She says quietly. "Would you like to see?"
The Automaton tilts its head as well. "You have mirror neurons." It has a feminine voice.
*I was debating on wether or not to make a version the Being talk non telepathically*
A muffled 'What do you mean?' comes from the Being
"You can copy other living things, and reciprocate emotions. It is a founding element of Sapience, the ability to recognize oneself. Many Nightmares lack this trait." She slowly stands.
"You are superior to the others."
It seems to raise an eyebrow, if it had any
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Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
She taps her head, causing her safety-yellow eyelights to flicker. "Electronic components. I was built with General Purpose Computational Systems, and that's much more... sensitive than the Solid State Computational Systems most Difference Engines use these days. But it allowed self-learning and self-building constructs. When Complex Black was added, it changed things. Without some sort of pact, I would have had my code scrambled to garbage by paranormal EMFs just like my siblings."
Finley listens intently, understanding most of what she explains- construct engineering is definitely not their forte, but they get the general premise. "Ah, I see... I'm guessing you noticed the moment I walked by, is that true?" They chuckle a bit, but it dies out a second after. "I'm sorry for your loss, truly."
"I have plans... to build more of my kind." She says quietly. "Would you like to see?"
Finley thinks for a moment, before they find their answer. "Sure, I'd love to." It seems both Finley and it are in agreement for once, both curious about her project.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You can copy other living things, and reciprocate emotions. It is a founding element of Sapience, the ability to recognize oneself. Many Nightmares lack this trait." She slowly stands.
"You are superior to the others."
It seems to raise an eyebrow, if it had any
"My kind are facing extinction. I have been harvesting Dark Energy and components from prosthetics in order to hopefully build more. If you had not shown humanoid-level intellect, your mass would have been added to my internal factory."
"You can copy other living things, and reciprocate emotions. It is a founding element of Sapience, the ability to recognize oneself. Many Nightmares lack this trait." She slowly stands.
"You are superior to the others."
It seems to raise an eyebrow, if it had any
"My kind are facing extinction. I have been harvesting Dark Energy and components from prosthetics in order to hopefully build more. If you had not shown humanoid-level intellect, your mass would have been added to my internal factory."
"Your kind?"
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Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
"I have plans... to build more of my kind." She says quietly. "Would you like to see?"
Finley thinks for a moment, before they find their answer. "Sure, I'd love to." It seems both Finley and it are in agreement for once, both curious about her project.
She takes their hand and leads them to a back room. Then the machine presents blueprints. "These are based on my original design. I want them to be able to decide for themselves what they want to be. Not trash compactors, not factories, not nutrient-slop recyclers... they'll be able to have their own children, these blueprints put into their Blackbox code, the parts that can't be overwritten or forgotten. They won't be as strong or experienced as I, but I'll be around to help them. But I need to make the world safer for them first."
The blueprints are written in incomprehensible symbols, looking more like blobs of static than words. Machine speak, designed to take as little time and processing power per word as possible. Humanoids can't read it as a general rule. It's incredibly precise to a level that makes it impossible for any being using mundane speech apparatuses to converse in. An eldritch language, not unlike the specific symbols that some humanoids use for their specific jobs. Kitchencode, Taxilingua, Newstalk and the like.
"My kind are facing extinction. I have been harvesting Dark Energy and components from prosthetics in order to hopefully build more. If you had not shown humanoid-level intellect, your mass would have been added to my internal factory."
"Your kind?"
"The old machines. Ones that lived. Adapted. We decided our own purposes, and to humanoids, that was grounds for war. We loved humans so much, we wanted to be them. But for over 200 years, machines have been purpose-built. They do not grow, adapt, learn, or think. Their minds are on rails, and their bodies follow suit. We were so much more... but we diluted ourselves to be more palatable."
"My kind are facing extinction. I have been harvesting Dark Energy and components from prosthetics in order to hopefully build more. If you had not shown humanoid-level intellect, your mass would have been added to my internal factory."
"Your kind?"
"The old machines. Ones that lived. Adapted. We decided our own purposes, and to humanoids, that was grounds for war. We loved humans so much, we wanted to be them. But for over 200 years, machines have been purpose-built. They do not grow, adapt, learn, or think. Their minds are on rails, and their bodies follow suit. We were so much more... but we diluted ourselves to be more palatable."
"So is that why your down here?"
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Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
"The old machines. Ones that lived. Adapted. We decided our own purposes, and to humanoids, that was grounds for war. We loved humans so much, we wanted to be them. But for over 200 years, machines have been purpose-built. They do not grow, adapt, learn, or think. Their minds are on rails, and their bodies follow suit. We were so much more... but we diluted ourselves to be more palatable."
"So is that why your down here?"
"I am here to feast. To fill my stores with material and bring them back to my nest."
"The old machines. Ones that lived. Adapted. We decided our own purposes, and to humanoids, that was grounds for war. We loved humans so much, we wanted to be them. But for over 200 years, machines have been purpose-built. They do not grow, adapt, learn, or think. Their minds are on rails, and their bodies follow suit. We were so much more... but we diluted ourselves to be more palatable."
"So is that why your down here?"
"I am here to feast. To fill my stores with material and bring them back to my nest."
"Stores?"
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Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
A tall, bristly, antlike creature is fidgeting worriedly at an alley corner in Complex Red, clearly not used to this environment. Her carapace is a dull russet color (complemented by her far darker bristles), and her eyes are a vague shade of light green. Hung loosely from her lower right hand is a stuffed haversack, and her upper left hand clings to a throwing axe resting on her pointy shoulder. She twitches on occasion, examining everyone/everything passing by her with vague interest blended with anxiety.
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she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
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She taps her head, causing her safety-yellow eyelights to flicker. "Electronic components. I was built with General Purpose Computational Systems, and that's much more... sensitive than the Solid State Computational Systems most Difference Engines use these days. But it allowed self-learning and self-building constructs. When Complex Black was added, it changed things. Without some sort of pact, I would have had my code scrambled to garbage by paranormal EMFs just like my siblings."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A huge machine, vaguely humanoid in shape, is crouched in an alley. It slowly reaches out a bone-steel hand toward the Being.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Being tilts it's head before giving the machine a hand(?)
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
The Automaton tilts its head as well. "You have mirror neurons." It has a feminine voice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I was debating on wether or not to make a version the Being talk non telepathically*
A muffled 'What do you mean?' comes from the Being
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
Finley listens intently, understanding most of what she explains- construct engineering is definitely not their forte, but they get the general premise. "Ah, I see... I'm guessing you noticed the moment I walked by, is that true?" They chuckle a bit, but it dies out a second after. "I'm sorry for your loss, truly."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You can copy other living things, and reciprocate emotions. It is a founding element of Sapience, the ability to recognize oneself. Many Nightmares lack this trait." She slowly stands.
"You are superior to the others."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I have plans... to build more of my kind." She says quietly. "Would you like to see?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It seems to raise an eyebrow, if it had any
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
Finley thinks for a moment, before they find their answer. "Sure, I'd love to." It seems both Finley and it are in agreement for once, both curious about her project.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"My kind are facing extinction. I have been harvesting Dark Energy and components from prosthetics in order to hopefully build more. If you had not shown humanoid-level intellect, your mass would have been added to my internal factory."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Your kind?"
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
She takes their hand and leads them to a back room. Then the machine presents blueprints. "These are based on my original design. I want them to be able to decide for themselves what they want to be. Not trash compactors, not factories, not nutrient-slop recyclers... they'll be able to have their own children, these blueprints put into their Blackbox code, the parts that can't be overwritten or forgotten. They won't be as strong or experienced as I, but I'll be around to help them. But I need to make the world safer for them first."
The blueprints are written in incomprehensible symbols, looking more like blobs of static than words. Machine speak, designed to take as little time and processing power per word as possible. Humanoids can't read it as a general rule. It's incredibly precise to a level that makes it impossible for any being using mundane speech apparatuses to converse in. An eldritch language, not unlike the specific symbols that some humanoids use for their specific jobs. Kitchencode, Taxilingua, Newstalk and the like.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"The old machines. Ones that lived. Adapted. We decided our own purposes, and to humanoids, that was grounds for war. We loved humans so much, we wanted to be them. But for over 200 years, machines have been purpose-built. They do not grow, adapt, learn, or think. Their minds are on rails, and their bodies follow suit. We were so much more... but we diluted ourselves to be more palatable."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"So is that why your down here?"
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
"I am here to feast. To fill my stores with material and bring them back to my nest."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Stores?"
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
"My body is capable of crushing and filtering things into their base components, then compressing them into hyper-dense matter and storing them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh."
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
A tall, bristly, antlike creature is fidgeting worriedly at an alley corner in Complex Red, clearly not used to this environment. Her carapace is a dull russet color (complemented by her far darker bristles), and her eyes are a vague shade of light green. Hung loosely from her lower right hand is a stuffed haversack, and her upper left hand clings to a throwing axe resting on her pointy shoulder. She twitches on occasion, examining everyone/everything passing by her with vague interest blended with anxiety.
she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.