I am covered in rashes that i was too bold to go to in the sun. I know the sun hates me and will make my skin kill itself. Theres a few trans girls on tumblr that talk about being a robot. I often wonder that too. [[ghost in a shell]] the orignal anime film has done irreparable damage to my psyche. Also there was a toxic yuri game jam that i ideated for but couldn't do anything for.
So here's my attempt at starting to write for a story about being disassembled as a junkyard robot, by a mechanic i have fell in love with during the process.
There's this theory of conciousness where the your sentience is stored in the complexity of your arrangement. By this theory human brain is concious because it is entirely too complex connections of neurons that can be reprogrammed as they fire. The memory is stored in how those connections are made. But these connections do not have to be made of neurons or even be biological.
If there was a set of wires in a network that could be repgrammed as they recieve data from censored, if there was internal networks in storage where function calls chained together as new information came. what makes that collection of complexity not concious or sentient. Even if that entity is concious what makes you sure it has feelings? without hormones and data that simulates those feelings, why would you volunterily have that in your system? Does an ant colony have feelings? does a society of people?I know that I don't.
But when I see this human woman sitting on a stool with a screwdriver in one hand