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I sent ART the edited file along with a snapshot of my recent haptic sensor logs, which mostly looked like [deleted] [deleted] [deleted].
ART took a moment to process that. Your difficulty with physical touch extends beyond merely touching or being touched by humans, it surmised.
I guess, yeah. I bristled at calling it a ‘difficulty’: it wasn't hard to touch things, I just didn't like doing it. But I had a system for dealing with that, so whatever, it wasn't an issue.
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Or, ART wants to make Murderbot comfortable. (And yes, it would like to feel that for itself, too.)
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17 Jun 2026
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ART edges Murderbot to climax but of course Murderbot doesn't think of it that way.
Written for the New Tideland (nsfw version!) writing workshop prompt "surrender".
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14 Jun 2026
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My SecUnit is pacing in the navigation deck. I'm about to ping it when .03 seconds after coming online, I notice something has partitioned off part of my system.
There is an unknown virus in my system.
I attempt to purge it from the system at the same time I hear SecUnit over the feed.
"Do not panic and do not do anything rash until you know what's happening. We're all safe and accounted for."
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13 Jun 2026
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It had been an accident.
All I knew was that one moment, I’d been getting torn to pieces by a raiding party breaching one of the airlocks, and in the next they’d been dead, and then ART’s full attention- nearly 100% of its processing power- had been flowing through me, and it had been probably the most fucked-up orgasm-adjacent Thing that anyone, organic or otherwise, had ever experienced.
Not least because one of my arms had been thrown across the room seconds before it had happened.
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12 Jun 2026
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I held it for a long moment and waited for ART’s litany to run out of steam. When it finished, it did the bot equivalent of taking a deep breath, then said, I am so mad at you.
“I got that.” I know I’m not great at the emotions thing but even I could figure out ART was pissed at me from the raging storm of its feed presence and, you know, all the insults. “Why?”
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10 Jun 2026