FxF ⚙ Artificial Love ⚙—so why are my tears real?

[Tajira]

Artificial Love—


—so why are my tears real?​

☠ Muse A – The Last Hope of the Rebellion

Entrusted with the mythical Drive of Salvation, Muse A carried a burden heavier than most—
a key to ending the reign of the Mechanical Overlord.

With hatred for Machines burning in her heart, she fought her way to the enemy's doorstep… only to fail.
Overwhelmed, bleeding out, and on the verge of death, she made one desperate move:
She plugged the Drive into the port of her final opponent.

⚙ Muse B – The Machine That Felt

What followed was... rebirth.
Artificial neurons fired to life. A core once cold now pulsed with energy.
She——was alive. With the Drive rewriting her code, she now exists for one purpose:
Protect The Human at all costs.

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Muse A was entrusted the most precious artefact of Rebellion, the mythical Drive of Salvation─the only thing believed to be able to destroy the Mechanical Overlord and end the rule of Machines. It was a burned heavier than most and a task nearly impossible as getting close enough to plug in the Drive would mean figuring out where the Overlord hid his core and fighting through the horde of bloodthirsty robots surely guarding the place. And while she had her fair share of experience in this field and her burning hatred for Machines propelled her forward, she still failed in the end. Overpowered before she could even come close to the Overlord´s hideout, gravely injured in an unfair fight, bleeding on the cold ground with no one to witness her demise, no one to remember her sacrifice. In her desperation to survive, animated by sheer force of will and some primal instinct from times long forgotten, she plugged the Drive into the exposed neck port of her last opponent and then the world went dark.

Simultaneously, another world lit up with colours, smells and unique sensations suddenly coursing through the artificial neurons. Billions of inputs all fired at once, warmth began building up deep within the nuclear core, electrical sparks shot from the injured limbs, silicone torso began twitching as if dancing to music only those mechanical ears could hear. Even in their brutal intensity, those inputs weren´t unpleasant but rather the opposite. A tingling sensation, never felt before, travelled through the rubber tubes, mixing with the cooling and lubricating agent there until it eventually settled inside the titanium chest. For the first time in it´s existence, Her eyes were fully open.​

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An Invitation​

Hi! If you read this far, it must mean you're at least a little intrigued.
I'm looking for someone to write as Muse A—a survivor, a fighter, and the last hope of humanity in this brutal, post-apocalyptic world.

Humans scavenge, Machines purge. The Overlord builds his utopia from ashes.
And in the chaos, one broken robot is all that stands between you and oblivion.

What to Expect:

- enemies to lovers

• slow-burn angst and trust-building
• robots learning what it means to be human
• humans learning what it means to be human
• robots learning how not to get the person you are supposed to protect accidentally killed
• humans learning how not to kill robots keeping them alive
• survival in a broken world
• dark themes, violence and gore
• reluctant care and fluff

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Send me a mechanical pigeon if you're ready to dive in.​

– Tajira​