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whumpshaped · 3 months

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this has been sitting in my drafts unfinished for ages... it was supposed to be the first of my robot drabbles to go up but here we are. i hope i'll have spoons to write more for these guys... i'll post some picrews sometime for the cast and also make a masterlist and give the story a title

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content: robot whumperee (literally whumpee and whumper in one i don't know how to describe it any other way), sci-fi setting, implied systemic whump, morally dubious caretaker, living weapon

Szoren grabbed the closest rag and did a cursory wipe-off on his tools before turning towards his robot: the Self-Sufficient Riot Control Unit, the very first one they'd ever created. SSRCU-01. Zaps, as they'd affectionately nicknamed it. An absolutely magnificent piece of machinery, something Szoren and his colleagues had been working on for years before they managed to get it to function properly.

Well, as properly as they could at the time. If he didn't count the unfortunate shocking incident from the first week, and the even more unfortunate airlock incident from the second week, he could say Zaps was doing a fine job of only hurting those it was meant to be hurting.

Which, of course... Szoren didn't like that his poor baby was made for such a brutal purpose... But he couldn't change the reality of it, and he was just glad to see his creation performing well.

"So, what seems to be the problem?" he asked cheerily, adjusting his glasses as he looked over the custom murderbot.

"The central processing unit seems to be malfunctioning, sir," it said, monotone as ever. Szoren didn't mind. He wasn't good with emotions anyway.

"Malfunctioning? How? I'll run diagnostics, but you can talk to me in the meantime." He hooked up Zaps to the computer, hoping the 'malfunction' would be easy to spot and solve. At least it wasn't the motor functions this time — he really didn't need another injury.

"The reactions are delayed, sir. I hear the orders and I see the mistakes I'm meant to be fixing, but the body locks up before I can carry out the task. It almost allowed one of the workers to run away."

Szoren frowned. Zaps was entirely okay from the looks of it, or at least the computer didn't find anything wrong with it.

"I'll take a look myself. Maybe it's something to do with the joints and not the CPU."

"The joints are fine, sir," it said firmly.

"It can't hurt to check—"

"The joints are fine, sir."

Szoren felt a chill run down his spine. There was no discernible emotion in Zaps' voice; it wasn't capable of conveying human emotion. There shouldn't have been an intensity to its stare either... But for some reason Szoren felt like he couldn't push it. That wasn't a nice feeling when it came to something he himself had helped design and create.

"Zaps... I'm going to take a look at your joints now." He didn't want to do something without the robot's consent; but to be entirely fair, the robot not consenting wasn't something that had ever even crossed his mind. It was equipment. A tool. It didn't consent to being worked on any more than the screwdriver consented to being worked with.

For a long moment, Zaps didn't react. Then the light behind its visual sensors seemed to dim as it obediently popped open all cosmetic panels that were hiding major joint connections. "Yes, sir."

"Good robot," Szoren murmured, relieved. "You said they'd 'lock up'?"

"Yes, sir."

"It sounds like something that some oil should fix, but... Evidently, it's not. All of these joints are perfectly oiled."

"Yes, sir."

"And it only happens when carrying out orders? What if it's something like... Bad wiring, something triggered by the electrical impulse..."

"There are other malfunctions, sir," it interrupted, and Szoren looked up. "I'm unsure how to describe those. It is akin to a virus. Someone might have tampered with the programming."

"What's the malfunction?"

"Sometimes I get false orders to hurt my superiors, sir. While carrying out my regular tasks is difficult, these false orders are at times incredibly difficult to resist."

"What?" Szoren turned back towards the computer, frantically trying to find something in the code that could explain this. This was alarming. This was dangerous! Possibly lethal! If Zaps ended up hurting someone important, the whole tech department would be on trial; and not a favourable one. "What are these orders like? Are they like your regular orders? Maybe it's something about the target list, maybe... Maybe someone tampered with that."

"Sir?"

He barely glanced at the robot. "Yes?"

"What is the purpose I have been created to fulfil?"

Szoren stopped. "You know your purpose."

"To punish workers who fail to comply with the rules set out for them by the Seventh Earth Council." At least it remembered that line. Szoren had drilled it into its head before anything else. "But is that..." It... trailed off? It had never done that before. Robots didn't trail off.

"Is that?" he prompted, more and more concerned.

"Is that all I've been created for?"

Szoren inhaled sharply. That was a loaded question, and one he didn't really want to answer yes to. It was the truth, though; Zaps had been created to punish and execute.

"Yes," he breathed, acutely aware that if the robot disliked his answer, it could very well turn its weaponry against him. It shouldn't be able to, but clearly, it was doing a lot of things and having a lot of thoughts it shouldn't have been able to.

It stared at him for a long, tense moment. "Understood, sir," it said eventually. Szoren exhaled.

"I'm going to switch you off and ask Kiki for some help in fixing you. How's that?" He tried to go back to his cheery attitude from before, but his voice came out strained and a little scared. Zaps didn't seem to mind.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

tags: @whumpsday

#whump #whump writing #szoren #zaps #sci-fi setting #implied systemic whump #morally dubious caretaker #living weapon #riot (story)

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t02l07t12 · 6 years

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26/10/365

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Igen, masok vagyunk, mint a korosztalyunk 90%-a. Tudjuk. Tisztaban vagyunk vele. De elvezzuk, ez az eletunk.

Tudod te, milyen erzes este sotetben, szoren a semmi kozepen lovagolni? Tudod milyen erzes, amikor a ket srac, akivel kimesz, random csikos bemutatot rittyent neked a sotetben, teljes viseletben? Tudod milyen erzes belebujni egy loba, ugy megbizni benne, hogy rahagyod az egesz iranyitast? Tudod milyen erzes, amikor ugy kajak te vagy az egyetlen lany, mert meg a lovak is hereltek, de megis, mintha a csaladod lenne ez a ket ember es az osszes lo? Tudod milyen erzes, amikor egy egesz menes vagtazik eled udvozleskepp, majd kovet mindenhova? Tudod milyen erzes a lovadnak nevezni egy lovat, akihez annyi kozod van, hogy o a kedvenced es te lovagolod? Tudod milyen erzes szo szerint a nyakaba ugrani? Tudod milyen erzes puszit adni a meleg, puha orrara, amikor elkoszonsz tole? Tudod milyen erzes szeretni egy lovat, rabizni az eleted, abban a tudatban, hogy egy masodperc alatt, egyetlen mozdulattal megolhet? Ugyan, dehogy tudod.

Mi viszont tudjuk. Sotetben jarunk ki lovagolni, szoren, mert lustak vagyunk nyergelni, csikos kantarban, mert az meno. Mindent tudunk egymasrol, szo szerint ertem, hogy mindent. Felrugunk minden szabalyt. Nem torodunk semmi veszellyel, mert tudjuk, ott vagyunk egymasnak. Felelem nelkul ulunk kint 3-an kiskoruak az erdo szelen, egy kevesbe forgalmas ut mellett, este sotetben, es elmondjuk egymasnak, hogy mennyire szeretjuk a masikat. Kikeszitjuk egymast idegileg, de persze ez csak a szeretet. Amig a 10 eves kisfiu telefonozik, mi, a 15 es 16 evesek, minden elojel nelkul osszebujunk, es bar nem tortenik semmi, a szivem megnyugszik es tudja, itt nem torik ossze es biztonsagban van. Itt nincsenek nagy szerelmi erzesek, csak tiszta barati szeretet, de ez tobb, mint mas baratsagok. Mi valahogy masok vagyunk.

Itt, ezekben a pillanatokban jovok ra, hogy szavak nelkul, tudat alatt eletre szolo kotelek van kozottunk, es mi mindig itt leszunk egymasnak, tortenjek barmi.

Mert errol szol az eletunk. Lovasok vagyunk, akik olnek egymasert es a lovakert. Akik gondolkodas nelkul mondjak ki egymasnak, hogy szeretlek, es gondolkodas nelkul bujnak egymashoz. Akik megtanultak szeretni az eletet es kielvezniinden egyes pillanatat. Akik a semmi kozepen, sotetben, nagykoru nelkul nezik a tavol fenyeit, a csillagokat, a vagtazo lovakat, vagy csak egymas szemeben keresik azt, amit ugysem fognak sohasem kimondani. Akik nem gondolkodnak azon, hogy valaki bantna vagy elrabolja oket. Akik nem felnek. Akik orokke itt lesznek, egyutt.

Fiuk...szeretlek titeket, egy eleten at. Ezt sose feledjetek.🔐❤

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korkep-blog · 6 years

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Itt vannak az új magyar keresztnevek

Úgy látszik, hogy a negyvenezer keresztnév kevésnek bizonyult a szülők számára.

Magyarországon a szülők jelenleg több mint negyvenezer keresztnév közül választhatják ki a megfelelőt születendő gyermekünk számára, ám a Magyar Tudományos Akadémia Nyelvtudományi Intézetéhez havonta átlagosan 30–40 új névkérelem érkezik.

Magyarországon az idei évtől ha valaki olyan keresztnevet szeretne adni a gyermekének, ami nem szerepel az utónevek listájában, akkor ezt a nevet a Miniszterelnökség Területi Közigazgatásért Felelős Államtitkárságán kell kérvényeznie egy formanyomtatványon kersztül, amit az államtitkárság az MTA Nyelvtudományi Intézetéhez továbbít, ahol egy ötfős bizottság bírálja el a kérelmet.

Most jöjjön egy rövid válogatás azokból a nevekből, amiket a bizottság 2017-ben visszautasított:

Női nevek

Babi, Bogica, Bözsi, Erdőcske, Hattyú, Kiwi, Leia, Máriatereza, Pötyi, Renesmee, Röneszmé, Walburga

Férfi nevek

Andrea, Ánhelitó, Deniz, Diamond, Dzsuliánó, Eon, Felhő, Noori, Szamos, Zak, Zé

A legújabb lánynevek 2018-tól

Andreina, Aviána, Elizabell, Halina, Lélia, Leticia, Lira, Madita, Medina, Meril, Minetta, Nea, Nissza, Szibell, Sztilla, Triszta, Zamíra, Zonera

A legújabb fiúnevek 2018-tól

Árvin, Balla, Bertil, Björn, Bránkó, Csobánc, Daren, Derek, Donoven, Evron, Frej, Hakim, Kemecse, Kofi, Konor, Kornéliusz, Koron, Krizantusz, Lemmi, Liborius, Milen, Milován, Miska, Navid, Palkó, Rajka, Rami, Sobor, Szergej, Szoren ,Szorin, Vetúriusz, Vladek, Zakari, Zeki

Forrás és nyitókép: hellobaby.hu

#keresztnevek #legújabb fiúnevek #legújabb lánynevek #magyarország #új magyar keresztnevek

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ashmaw · 8 years

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Rule 63′d the lot of ‘em.

#warcraft #rule 63 #transmorphic tincture #Szoren #Semyaza #Eshva #Ashmaw #Zmei #Azhrarn #Khesh #Anantas #Adhene #Uhlume #don't ask about balor #not for a few days!#I like how hard it is to determine the original gender

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whumpshaped · 3 months

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i had to write smth for valentines day so here. have my silly mechanic. this is gonna be his debut

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Fourteenth of February. The day of love.

More like another Wednesday. A workday. 10 hours in the lab.

Szoren was never one for festivities like that, given he didn't have a partner, nor was he particularly interested in romance. He didn't feel left out. Not at all. He was content. He was! He didn't care!

Maybe he cared a little. He didn't want a partner, it was just... Who else were you supposed to celebrate with? He just wanted to celebrate. That was all it was. He wanted a break. He wanted to do something nice with someone, but everyone else was preoccupied with their partner, and he was so painfully lonely. Not a friend to go out to dinner with.

Just work. Work. And more work.

"Is something wrong, sir?"

Szoren flinched. "Huh?"

Zaps' visual sensors were fixed on him intently. "Is something wrong, sir?"

"No, nothing. It's fine." He looked back down at its open chest cavity and went back to tinkering with the wiring. Something was misfiring, and as of now, he had no idea what.

"This is the fifth time you have gotten distracted while working on me, sir."

It was hard to get mad at that monotone voice. Szoren sighed. "I'm sorry, Zaps. I'll pay attention from now on."

"Is it anything I could help with, sir?"

He snorted. "Yeah, buy me a box of chocolate down at the cafeteria. Better yet, let me buy you some."

"I detect sarcasm, sir. Am I correct in—"

"Yes, Zaps. I'm being sarcastic."

The robot fell silent. It didn't talk for the rest of the maintenance. Szoren sent it out once he was finally done, turning his attention elsewhere, anywhere it was needed. Quick fixes, new designs, coding... The hours were crawling by, dragging their bodies through quicksand.

He almost couldn't believe it when the team leader told him he was done for the day. Thank goodness. Now he could return to his quarters and spend another miserable, cramped, lonely night thinking about how much worse it could be and how thankful he should actually be.

Except when he opened the lab door, he almost bumped into his prized robot. "Zaps?"

"For you, sir," it said in its endearingly emotionless voice, accompanied by the whirr of his chest plate as it opened. There was a box of chocolate inside, kept cool by Zaps' internal fans.

Szoren couldn't decide whether this was more or less depressing than his original plans.

"Zaps..." It didn't budge, and Szoren didn't have the heart to turn it down. "Fine. I... Thank you." He took the chocolate, realising it was the best one they sold on the ship. He would've never spent his credits on it.

Wait.

"How did you pay—" By the time he looked up again, Zaps was gone. His eyes widened. "Did you steal— Zaps! Come back here! Did you give me stolen chocolate? Zaps!"

#whump #whump writing #not very whumpy lmao #but those r my tags #szoren #zaps #riot (story)

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whumpshaped · 3 months

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cast of my robot story (i made 2 of every big hierarchical level but obviously theres like. More lol but i figured i wouldnt rly need more than 2 of each? maybe i wont even need that many. as u can tell i dont know what the fuck i wanna do)

picrew

two of the members of the seventh earth council, the group that controls the spaceship and literally everything on it. it's funny they're called that, none of the members have seen earth with their own two eyes. it's been a long time since any human has walked on that planet...

levendula (she/her), dorel (he/him)

two of the techies. the tech department is where all regular folk want to end up at. there's a very slim chance anyone could get into the council, it almost functions like a royal family — but the tech department? well... okay that kind of functions like that too, the children of techies usually end up as techies, and there's little class mobility otherwise. BUT there's a bigger chance for any regular person to become a mechanic than to become a council member!

they handle maintenance work on the spaceship, on the equipment, on the robots, they write code, they design new and improved versions of any sort of tech. they enjoy much more personal freedom than regular workers.

kikinda (she/her), szoren (he/him)

two of the workers. the workers are manual labourers who handle all the work the techies haven't yet managed to automate or don't have the resources to automate. farming, mining, all that stuff. backbreaking labour. on top of that, they get paid very little, and now with the new SSRCU models already created, they're HOUNDED by the stupid bots too.

kara (they/them), hanga (she/her)

i chose hungarian names/spellings for all of them, if you wanna know exactly how they're pronounced please use a translator app because my phonetic spelling SUCKS. but i think they're all very straightforward :)

rambling about zaps copied and pasted from discord:

so about zaps. the tech guys call it zaps 100%. affectionately (mostly). its primary and default disciplinary action is administering shocks, and well, sometimes it goes haywire and just shocks a bunch of people at the workstation. hence the name.

the workers usually refer to it as anything derogatory. the thing, the beast, the monster, the attack dog, the painbot, the warden. officially though they address it like they would any superior, with either sir or ma'am. but they rarely have to (if theyre good <3 )

council members refer to it as the bot, or if they need to specify theyll say the serial number, 01.

zaps' full official name is self-sufficient riot control unit or SSRCU-01. it was the first of its kind and its been around the longest

#levendula #dorel #kikinda #szoren #kara #hanga #riot (story)

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