Jocks made the best subjects.
Bodies strong and healthy for a durable chassis.
Minds easily emptied and refilled with new instructions.
And nobody notices when they miss class, until it's too late. The chambers finish. The helmets lock. Nothing remains but machines.
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M4M introduces its signature sport collection. Designed for the grind.
Because you never know when you're going to get some Action.
Trying ChatGPT's new image model. Good: Handles complex multi-part prompts better. Bad: Occasional unstable anatomy (12-finger hands, 2-headed bodies). Mixed: More added "artistic" noise.
Bit of fan imagery. "Rick" being turned into a ReAniman in "Invincible", live action style.
Tabletop RPG character concept. Statue of mythic hero or guardian deity comes to life. Becomes lawful paladin-coded barbarian, and a walking wardrobe malfunction.
Salvage Man
"Warning! Danger of premature activation and aggressive probing! Before transporting another owner's Alpha-1, disable security sensor M-4M by cutting only the—"
Oh, butterfingers! The manual slips and floats away. The Alpha-1's sensor flashes red. Which wire do I cut?
Inspired by 90s International Male catalogs. Once a month, every month, it was fun to pretend it was very normal and mainstream for men to dress like sexy vampires.
The Workshop
The machines finish and release.
The toymaker bends you over a bench, hips pressed tight. Your gears jitter in anticipation.
He winds your key. Your springs tighten to a precise tick-tick. His command growled in your ear becomes the only thought in your plastic head.
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Gush
Caspian had His trident. Again.
At first, He held back. To overpower the half-god would be easy. The struggle was part of the game.
Soon, He had His fill of play. His power swelled, crested, burst, lifting Caspian to the sky. Caspian moaned, let go, surrendered what was His.
Night Swim
Public bathing is obscenity, the Faith Office decreed. Marco and Chris applauded like everyone else. To conform is to survive these days.
But when the sun sets behind the old pool, I see them sneak in to practice their passion. A glimpse of their — our — shared secret.
