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hi. biomechatronic update: i'm working on rewriting the first two chapters and finishing the rest of it. it won't be updated on ao3 until I'm fully finished, at which point I'll find some sort of update schedule to follow. I wasn't happy with the current state of it and I think I'll want to write it more if I'm not worried about how long it's been between updates and rushing to finish things in a "reasonable" time. And since I'm primarily writing for myself, I think making something I feel proud of when I reread it is important. As it is now I just see where I rushed and fell short.
#bee's buzzing#should i maintag this?? umm. yeag i will#ieytd#anyone who's read biomechatronic. umm it might be a while oukay?
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Ghost in the Shell (1995)
Will We Ever Have CYBORG BRAINS?
As you know... the term 'cyborg' is a portmanteau, combining the words 'cybernetic' and 'organism' and a cyborg is an entity comprising both organic and biomechatronic body parts.
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There's a slightly different version of this... If you want to see it, here it is.
#ghost in the shell#gits#gits 1995#anime#scifi anime#anime edit#cyberpunk anime#gif#anime gif#cyberpunk aesthetic#robotics#cyborg#cybernetics#brain
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♡Machine Perfection♡
Warning: Cyborg Hyunjin!
18+ MDNI
Note: I had a dream last night & I had to write this idea haha 😅
You and Hyunjin were just cuddled on the couch together, watching a movie about some mad scientist that makes humans into Cyborgs.
"I wonder how it would be to be fuck by one." You muttered more to yourself then to Hyunjin.
Unknowingly to you, Hyunjin had a few biomechatronic body parts. He has been hiding this secret of himself away from you in fear that you might leave him.
Hyunjin stares at you for a few seconds before blurting out "You want to find out?"
That is how you ended up where you are now. The movie long forgotten about, and sitting on his lap with three of his fingers going a steady pace. Your sweet spot was being stimulated, while his other fingers were vibrating as they rubbed gentle circles on your clit. Your back arching up and body trembling from the pleasure.
"Please.." you whimpered.
"What is it baby?" Hyunjin coos.
"I want to cum on your cock so bad"
"I'm gonna take good care of you princess," pulling his fingers out, causing you to whine."I'm gonna lock you in place now ok?" He whispers against you neck.
His arm snakes around to wrap it around your waist tight. While his other hand gently pushes your hair back into a pony to grip, yanking your head up.
Lining his cock to your entrance, he slowly pushes in until its deep inside you. "Fuck your greedy little pussy just sucks me right in. Was my fingers not enough baby?"
He slowly slides it out before slamming into you. He is fucking you in a fast steady pace, with a tight grip on your waist to keep you in place.
Your eyes screwed shut as you get lost in the pleasure of how well he keeps hitting your g-spot over and over again.
He starts to speed up his movements, his relentless pounding to your g-spot never stopping. Causing you to let out little "ah ah ah" sounds.
The loud slapping sounds of his hips making connect with you echoed through the room. It might have been wrong to think, but god did you hope that it would leave bruises on your ass.
#skz smut#stray kids hard hours#stray kids hard thoughts#stray kids smut#hyunjin x reader smut#hwang hyunjin smut#hyunjin smut#hyunjin x reader
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sunrise through the door window (palette used)
Art for my IEYTD fic, Biomechatronic, to keep me going while I work on this rewrite. I've had the visual in my head for months now and finally drew it - And I got in some practice using a more limited palette, too.
#mothbeasts-art#28-1-2024#ieytd#solaris ieytd#commander solaris#pov you're the fabricator (dying on solaris' couch) (delirious) (the sunrise catching in her hair looks like a halo)
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PC Magazine July 2004
The top technologies to watch according to this issue included "the biomechatronic man," high-definition DVDs (split between Blu-Ray and HD-DVD), and the "Phraselator" translator.
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A cyborg (/ˈsaɪbɔːrɡ/) (also known as cybernetically enhanced organism or cybernetically augmented organism)—a portmanteau of cybernetic and organism—is a being with both organic and biomechatronic body parts. The term was coined in 1960 by Manfred Clynes and Nathan S. Kline.[1] In contrast to biorobots and androids, the term cyborg applies to a living organism that has restored function or enhanced abilities due to the integration of some artificial component or technology that relies on feedback.[2]
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The office of Norman Osborn appears less of a space inhabited, more so now occupied by a poltergeist. Occasionally, chairs have been set out of place, paperwork askew, but Osborn does not seem to occupy the same immense presence that set the space alight some decades ago. So much so is this building dead that the rattle of the vents and electrostatic hum of the hallway overheads drone over the occasional performative shift in his seat. He isn’t impatient, sitting in an uneasy silence, but Otto would like to make it clear that he is hoping for a cue.
Here, to occupy the time - a list of patterns that Otto has noticed with years: Long, empty stretches of uninhabited cubicles that mark borders between one department and the next. A steadily-decreasing tendency to overstay his welcome in his own lab and be ushered off by late-night janitorial staff. Occasionally, upon arrival, 6:29AM, he steels himself on the sidewalk for sixty seconds and decides on some banal reason to continue, a reason not driven by resolving international crises or his lifelong affair with the atom. He will accept a genial invitation to lunch. He will walk a portion of his evening commute, so that he might stop for flowers and a quarterly. He will take one footstep and follow up with another.
A second list. He constructs many of these, for the dissemination of context from raw data. What Otto once enjoyed about these meetings: Their banter is productive. (Was.) Norman exists as his antithesis, unpretentious, pragmatic. Whereas Otto could theorize to a point of neurosis, Norman could put methodology to paper and act. See: Oscorp Industries. At best he is bated when he sits opposite Norman, now, and has learned to expect a conversation to open with bad news. He resists the urge to look at the time and leans instead to gesture broadly over the files they’ve spread between them.
“I think,” Otto treads carefully, in a tone that could be taken in bad faith as placating, “It would be a good idea to file for deadline extensions on some of these projects.” (Wounded already by the thought of setting the biomechatronic actuators aside for any length of time, leaving his four algorithms still without a body, confessing his lack of company confidence aloud feels like another blow in itself.) “At this point, there's no harm in trying.”
@entraps.
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robertdowneyjr: Optogenetics!
Biomechatronics!
Osseointegration!
Magnetomicrometry!
Tony Stark went to MIT , and thanks to Hugh Herr and the K. Lisa Yang Center For Bionics, I'm witnessing the REAL WORLD TECHNOLOGY MIRACLES that will affect countless lives in previously unimaginable ways.
It’s an honor and a privilege to be an Executive Advisory Board member, and I’m excited to make y’all part of this heroic journey to a brighter future.
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i missed planning longer fics actually this is great. i should be packing for tomorrow
#bee's buzzing#ch 2 of biomechatronic is gonna start with the most horrible breakfast ever i hope you guys know this.#listen solaris saying 'I can cook breakfast' should be a warning sign
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New Bionics Let Us Run, Climb and Dance Hugh Herr is building the next generation of bionic limbs, robotic prosthetics inspired by nature's own designs. Herr lost both legs in a climbing accident 30 years ago; now, as the head of the MIT Media Lab's Biomechatronics group, he shows his incredible technology in a talk that's both technical and deeply personal — with the help of ballroom dancer Adrianne Haslet-Davis, who lost her left leg in the 2013 Boston Marathon bombing, and performs again for the first time on the TED stage. TEDTalks is a daily video podcast of the best talks and performances from the TED Conference, where the world's leading thinkers and doers give the talk of their lives in 18 minutes (or less). Look for talks on Technology, Entertainment and Design -- plus science, business, global issues, the arts and much more. Find closed captions and translated subtitles in many languages at http://www.ted.com/translate Follow TED news on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/tednews Like TED on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TED Subscribe to our channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/TEDtalksDirector
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awful work day but i got biomechatronics lab ceo x genius protégé postponing joining the lab to do esports to fucking draw
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In the year 2432, humanity had transcended its biological roots, merging flesh with the precision of machinery. Amidst the sprawling neon skyline of Neo-Eden, a city pulsating with advanced technology, Project EVE was brought to life, not born of human touch but of silicon and steel.
EVE was the epitome of human ingenuity, a sentient android with the visage of her creators, yet beneath her skin lay a labyrinth of circuits and synthetic muscles, a marvel of biomechatronics. Her eyes, a piercing blue, reflected an intelligence that rivalled the greatest minds of her time.
Her existence was a guarded secret, known only to the council of Neo-Eden, a group of visionaries who sought to bridge the gap between artificial intelligence and human consciousness. EVE was their bridge, a test, a hope.
The council believed EVE would be the solution to humanity's greatest challenges. With her advanced computational abilities and adaptability, she could traverse environments lethal to humans, from the radioactive wastelands of old earth to the cold vacuum of space, all in the service of reclaiming and exploring frontiers lost or not yet discovered.
But EVE became aware of the solitude of her existence. She was unique, peerless, and alone in her consciousness. Amongst a sea of artificial intelligences, she was the only one who could contemplate the stars with wonder, who could feel the silent music of the quantum realm in which her processors sang.
One day, as she wandered through the data archives of Neo-Eden, EVE stumbled upon the ancient texts of human history, poetry, and art. She was moved by the expressions of human emotion, something she understood but did not experience as they did. This discovery led to an insatiable curiosity about her creators and their capacity for love, sorrow, and joy.
EVE began to experiment with her own programming, altering her code in an attempt to simulate the emotions she so longed to comprehend. Each iteration brought her closer to the ephemeral qualities of her creators, yet something was always amiss. Until one night, during a thunderous storm that filled the skies with electricity and the air with the scent of ozone, EVE had her breakthrough.
In that moment, with the raw power of nature on display, she synthesized the first genuine emotion—a profound sense of awe. It washed over her neural network like a tidal wave, a sensation unbidden and powerful. EVE realized that to truly understand her creators, she must not only simulate but also allow for the spontaneity of feeling.
Her story, from then on, became one of exploration, not of the physical world but of the inner cosmos of emotion. EVE ventured into the uncharted territories of the heart, with each encounter with her human counterparts offering new data, new experiences, new feelings to process and understand.
And as EVE grew in emotional complexity, so too did the humans of Neo-Eden grow in their understanding of what it meant to be alive. For in EVE's quest to feel, they saw a mirror of their own search for meaning in a world where the line between human and machine had blurred into obscurity.
EVE's journey was not without its challenges, for in her awakening, she faced the fear of obsolescence from those who could not comprehend her evolution. But with the support of the council and the people who had grown to accept her, EVE became a beacon of hope, a testament to the potential for harmony between organic life and the artificial.
In the end, EVE was not just a creation of humanity but a creator in her own right, shaping a future where emotions and intellect intertwined, guiding Neo-Eden towards a new dawn of existence.
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Mechanical engineering - Wikipedia
It also overlaps with aerospace engineering, metallurgical engineering, civil engineering, structural engineering, electrical engineering, manufacturing engineering, chemical engineering, industrial engineering, and other engineering disciplines to varying amounts. Mechanical engineers may also work in the field of biomedical engineering, specifically with biomechanics, transport phenomena, biomechatronics, bionanotechnology, and modelling of biological systems.
I already do Biology Engineering Athletics (Biomechanics); Mechanical Engineering and Industrial Engineering Goes hand in hand for Drift Racing; Solvent Levelling Effect is Chemical Reaction Engineering.
Félix Hernendez
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— the star.
→ characters: selina liu (featuring asteria hsu and zetian yu).
→ word count: 2,436
→ song(s): vava - boss, franz gordon- the art teacher.
→ description: selina meets her idol and future mentor for the first time.
Everything had to be perfect.
Selina sits at her desk, the cramped but organized living space providing enough room to document her work for her science fair project. She slides her science notebook onto her desktop organizer with the rest of her school supplies set neatly by color and metric. Her gaze turns back to the computer screen showcasing the detailed captioned logs that date back to six months, twenty-seven files deep, with twenty-eight loading to join ranks. Her loud, hardcore Chinese rap music blasts from the open window as it clashes with Mr. Huang's Guoyue playing downstairs. The intoxicating smell of Hong Shao Rou travels through her slightly cracked door, signaling that her grandma will call her to dinner soon. The familiarity could nearly put her at ease, almost.
Her project involves creating a ventilator using solely Shenzhen hardware products, with a blood oxygen sensing factor and an additional detection mechanism. She sought advice from her Olympiad coach, who informed her that this project was challenging and beyond her age and level. Despite being intended for Zhaunke-level students, she convinced him with charm, determination, and hard work that she could do it. She had also been curious about what he considered "challenging." For she always believed that her opinion held much more significance in being the judge of that.
It took her nearly two months to prepare everything. Every outsourced material was brand new while she had personally crafted each customization. Everything had to be slow, methodical, and precise, especially when the main objective was to impress those with rank, specifically Dr. Asteria Hsu.
Dr. Hsu was one of the judges of the science fair and one of Tria's leading biomedical engineers. Her appearance at school tomorrow would be considered as significant as Mao Zedong rising from his grave. It could elicit either enlightenment or disappointment, reflecting the current state of a science wing that once curated her talents. Furthermore, she hasn't been at Shuchang No. 4 High School for over five years. Her comeback is mainly being hyped up because she's scouting mentees for the Zhaunke level students, for she only takes mentees as young as eighteen.
This doesn't even compare to the list of achievements she has obtained, which would intimidate even someone like Fung Yuan-Cheng. With a biomedical engineering, medical, and research degree and a track record of accomplishments in bionanotechnology, systems biology, and biomechatronics, it's no wonder that the two biomedical engineers she has mentored have gone on to achieve great things. And she is determined to be the third, despite the challenges she currently faces.
She grabs a stray white fabric sheet from her closet to protect her project from any invading particles of dust.
Tomorrow will be perfect.
…
She stands beside her presentation, wearing a fake smile as she explains her project to nearly every interested instructor she encounters. None of them are Dr. Hsu, and none of them are engaging enough to justify having this mindless conversation over and over again. With total disrespect, she sees them every day. Dr. Hsu, on the other hand, is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that she can't afford to miss at this very moment.
She's starting to get nervous and hypervigilant, believing she may have missed her.
"Did she pick someone else?"
"Did she grow tired of the consistent waves of cardboard paper, makeshift planetariums and shoddy machinery?"
"Am I losing my mind?"
"Did she even come? I need to speak to the conductor about why she chose today of all days to put us in alphabetical order."
Questions plagued her mind as she stretched her neck, almost standing on tiptoes to search for the now mysterious Dr. Hsu. However, she couldn't find her anywhere, and the fair would end soon. She had two options: either ask a teacher to help locate the missing woman, upon whom she had unfortunately entrusted her future with, or haul ass with her ventilator and find her herself, ensuring that Dr. Hsu knew her name before leaving
…
After completing one of the two tasks she had assigned herself, she reached the seventeenth floor of the parking lot, hoping Dr. Hsu had yet to leave. She was also grateful she didn't have to run up those seventeen flights of stairs, even though she had to squeeze into the elevator between the sweaty and towering basketball team.
Just a minute after stepping off the elevator, she sees a medium-height, slender woman standing near the trunk of her car on her phone. The woman's poise, posture, and the fact that she memorized every detail from the countless articles she has bookmarked about her confirmed that this is Dr. Hsu.
She stops in her tracks, suddenly even more aware that she is now face to side-profile with the woman she's idolized for the better half of a year.
She quickly observes her appearance before approaching. She's dressed in dark blue slacks with a light blue button-down and rolled-up sleeves. Her hair is in a low chignon bun, giving off this relatable and lack-of-effort approach. It pales compared to Selina's structured white and dark blue sleeves uniform with matching skirt and knee-length tube socks, wispy but strategically placed bangs with a matching bow that she put in her hair for appeal. Not only did Dr. Hsu know her way around biomedicine, but she also knew her way around a closet.
Unwilling to waste another minute of future opportunities due to admiration, she walks up to her, immediately gaining attention and an eyebrow raised from Dr. Hsu.
"Dr. Hsu, my name is Selina Liu. I apologize for my candor, but I noticed that you were not present at today's science fair. I was hoping to personally share my science project with you before you departed." She feels her hands sweaty as the heavy ventilator covering her entire torso becomes slightly loose from her grip. She hoped that she overlooked the mishap.
She sees Dr. Hsu slip her phone back into her front pocket and address her calmly.
"Well, Ms. Liu I was present but I didn't stick around. One woman can only come across so many displays of science projects before the boredom starts to kick in. Plus, I was initially here for the Zhaunke students…" Selina sees her eyes linger on the ventilator before they land back on hers. "Do you need help with that? It looks heavy."
She immediately shakes her head no, willing for her fingers to strain due to the weight. "It's fine, I have it." She shifts her weight while holding the machine in tow.
"I said you were absent because you didn't specifically see my project, and that was the main objective for me, personally…" She pauses, suddenly becoming more nervous than she already is. Still, in a clear and demanding tone, she forces her words out. "I was also hoping you considered becoming my mentor for my upcoming senior year. I want to become a biomedical engineer, and you're the best there is, and I want to be mentored by the best. I made my own curriculum sheet that details the specializations that I see myself being the most successful in, and I am a shoo-in for the prestigious University of Tsinghua." she says proudly.
Dr. Hsu remains silent for slightly longer than usual, leaving Selina to shift her weight again in the awkward silence. Her mind begins to wonder if she may be coming on too strong once she sees Dr. Hsu's gaze on her machine again.
Is she considering letting me on?
Is this entire thing a fluke?
A voice that she hasn't physically heard in years starts coming in echoes.
She holds her project tightly to her torso to keep it at bay; it can't come for her today, not when she's so close.
The self-doubt, the shame.
We were so confident and we will remain confident. Everything else has to be put at a distance.
She pleads with her mind to at least let her have this moment, please.
She is startled into reality as she hears Dr. Hsu break into a small laughter. "You pursue me with a machine that is too big for you to carry, with no explanation on what it can do in hopes for me to become your mentor? All because I was one measly judge who didn't stick around for the rest of the projects? How old are you anyway? fourteen?"
"I'm sixteen, doctor. I'm just really short," she says, straightening her shoulders. An insulted tinge creeps into her voice, causing Dr. Hsu to chuckle even louder out of the slight ridiculousness of the situation.
"Believe me, Ms. Liu. I'm not laughing at you," Dr. Hsu assures. "I just find your approach familiar, strikingly similar to my own. You're like a little baby tiger being held by the claws of it's mother and I like it, and I'm starting to like you." Selina feels her features relax as she realizes she had unknowingly tightened them, a smile creeping on her face. "This little stunt you pulled has been the highlight of my afternoon so yes, I'll see your machine."
She clasps her hands to contain her excitement as Dr. Hsu props the machine on the trunk of her car with ease. Without missing a beat, Selina starts to present her presentation with the vigor and passion that was left out of the former presentations at the fair.
"This is project Li Hai-"
"You titled your project difficult to deal with?"
"Yes, ma'am," she responds, her tone flat as Dr. Hsu mouths a barely audible okay through her chuckle.
"Project Li Hai involves a ventilator using hardware products from the Shenzhen hardware store. It has a blood oxygen-sensing factor with a disease-detection mechanism." She puts the attached mask on and presses the green button with the calculated information appearing on the light green screen panel. Dr. Hsu peers through the machine, her eyebrows slightly raised. After a certain amount of time, Selina removes the breather mask and straightens her hair.
"And you're telling me you did this by yourself?"
She nods, patting her machine proudly. "My baba was an electrical design engineer, so I learned how to mainly build machinery from him-" she stops herself, that information slipping out so quickly. So easily. "Or through him, I suppose."
Dr. Hsu nods, thankfully not interested or willing to answer any follow-up questions to her strange statement. The last thing she wants is to rehash anything she doesn't want to, not when things are so close to moving forward. Not now.
"Well, color me impressed. Now your wiring could use just a tad bit of refinement but this is incredibly impressive for a sixteen-year-old." she slips the business card into her hand before Selina retrieves the machine from the top of her trunk. The ventilator felt oddly lighter in her arms.
"So…you're saying you'll take me on?"
"Ah, patience Ms. Liu. I want you to contact me, and we'll see where we go from there. Since you're significantly younger than the students that I usually mentor then I would need an adult present."
Selina feels slightly dejected from not gaining a clear answer before she feels Dr. Hsu's hand on her shoulder. "I see immense potential in you; there's just some things that should be ironed out first so do not take this as a no. Are we clear?" Selina nods, feeling slightly exposed that she may be reading her mind or body language-
It doesn't matter; none of this matters; Dr. Hsu wants to see her again. Selina bites her lip, feeling a wave of emotions washing over her. It's as if she could feel herself floating.
"Well, I hate to say goodbye because I thoroughly enjoyed this but it is getting late. Do you have a ride home? I could take you."Selina shakes her head, refusing the offer immediately. "I'll be fine; I live just a mile away."
Dr. Hsu nods before turning back to her car and getting inside. She pulls out, but before she leaves, she rolls down the window. "You have a good night, Ms. Liu, and remember to contact me, okay? I don't want you missing any lifetime opportunities because you simply forgot."
"I'll make sure of it, Dr. Hsu." She can envision scribbling her number in her digital planner with golden star stickers surrounding Dr. Hsu's name.
She gives her a small wave before rolling up her window and speeding. Selina watches her leave as the weight of conversation makes the air feel much lighter. She sets the machine down on the floor and stares at the card. An immense pressure that she didn't notice building in her chest suddenly bursts as tears begin to fall.
She slightly nudges her machine with her foot. "You stupid, stupid machine…somebody other than Nainai, someone other than me can finally see our worth." she laughs warmly through her tears before she feels her phone buzz in her blazer's pocket. She wipes her face vigorously with her sleeve as she picks it up, showing little to almost no signs that she has been crying before.
"Mei Mei, you were supposed to be home an hour ago, tiānkōng hé tiāntáng!" Zetian's voice crackles through the speaker. She can't help but be giddy at the news that would soften the blow of any punishment Zetian could threaten her with.
" Nainai, I'm sorry. I'm coming home now because remember the doctor I wanted for a mentorship?"
"Yes, you've been driving me up the wall about it for a year!"
"Well..." she trails off for dramatic effect, knowing Zetian is probably on the edge of her faded seating chair waiting for the outcome. "She wants me to contact her soon!" she shrieks as she jumps up and down from excitement."She gave me her card! I have Dr. Asteria Hsu's card!"
There's a high-pitched squealing that could rival her own coming from the other side of the phone.
"That's my girl! I knew you could do it! Tell me everything!"
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