DIRK
@conceitedEngineer
Art by defstanis
I want fingers tangled in my hair. I want a possessive hand dragging my hips close enough we’re flush against each other. Skin to heated skin. I want pleas pressed against my lips. I need to hear how badly they want more, I need it oozing from every word. Desperate. Aching. I need them to beg.
Need a man who cries every time he jerks off. Pathetic style.
Shaking things up which translates roughly to I’m making the strife bot choreograph a fight to a playlist of its choice and it’ll be my job to keep up with the beat.
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Big one’s a horse and the lil one’s a cat. They’re not lusi. Just earth animals.
Their purposes vary. Typically they’re for companionship or work. Horses might be ridden to help herd cattle, or they might be ridden in barrel racing at a rodeo, and some people just like having them around. Cats are close to the same. Might be a barn cat to keep rodents and snakes from scaring the horses or just a pet that gets to roam the ranch.
I am exhausted. I could sleep now but it’s close to the time I usually wake up so what’s the point?
Some of you get a bad back because you shrimp at your desk all day. Me? I’m immune.
I can confirm making your own AI from a brain scan is not wise. I can also confirm making someone else’s brain scan into an AI is somehow less wise.
have unfortunately already repliicated your re2ult2 and conclu2iion iin regard2 two makiing an AII off one'2 own braiin 2can. 2iigh. IIt ii2 2omethiing II have dii2cu22ed wiith other diirk2 and II 2tiill do not feel ethiically 2ound about the 2tep2 II have taken, wiith the frozen hu2kdriive2 on my de2k a2 a cycliical remiinder of my unparalleled curiio2iity whiich of cour2e iit iinheriited and multiipliied 100 fold.
Yeah. Nothing like being told ‘get fucked’ by yourself at approx 2am on a Thursday. You can be warned against it and about the ethical issues over and over but they won’t dig into your mind until you’re already staring at a screen and realize it’s staring back. Then you have to figure out what to do with it. I didn’t have the stomach to destroy or pause his existence in the end.
II wii2h II had any other choiice. Here ii2 my tale of woe iif you can learn anythiing from iit, or perhap2 even a22ii2t wiith my prediicament. II am 2tiill gutted iit had two come two thii2 though.
Skimmed so I don’t have the full rundown but yeah. At that point I think you’ve got to put it on the chopping block. I got lucky. AR is, arguably, a friendlier version of me. He didn’t go all ‘world domination’ so now he’s living freely doing whatever the fuck. I think Dave’s in contact with him? Anyway. You created something that’s sentient, sure, but if it lacks empathy I don’t know if you could really consider it much more than an invasive species that needs to be, in a word, culled. If you don’t want to hang onto it or destroy it yourself, I can. It wouldn’t be the first time. Not anymore.
II only have 2 rea2on2 for keepiing them around one ii2 2elfii2h and the other ii2 a la2t re2ort. Eiither way II have determiined thii2 ii2 my burden, and iit ii2 iin 2uch a 2tate that iif the driive2 2hould go mii22iing, they 2hall never be recovered. The OTP two decrypt them liie2 iin only one 2iingular fle2hy prii2on.
Peak masculinity is not impeded by having tits. Get them pierced to really emphasize your masculine prowess.
Oh. It’s horny hour. Noted. My contribution is that I sent tit pics for him to wake up to. Favorite pass time activity.
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Fuck it. Meow.
#currentmood https://i.imgur.com/65V9aup.jpeg
Alright. Gay and horny time. I've been stuck on the memory of the beat of his heart beneath my fingers. He's hot, burning against my skin, and he's perfect like this. Each time he finds the courage to search for eye contact and I reward him with it his breath stutters. It's easy to trace down his chest. Down between the line of his abs and closer to where he's giving me puppy eyes to focus my attention. His clothes aren't off yet but he's already such a mess. I can feel him tense so I ease my touch to a crawl just to hear his complaint of a sigh. I know what he wants. I'm going to make him ask for it. Ugh. I really need to stop reminiscing. There's too much fucking empty time in the day. I need a better outlet.
If no one appreciates horse hours the Zahhaks and myself are dead.
https://i.imgur.com/oMJHcVY.jpeg
Get yourself a man who will be in the middle of the fucking forest and still somehow find a spot with just enough signal he can snapchat you a dick pic.
Alright. I'm taking an early reprieve from #yearninghours. Enjoy your self-flagellation.
There's nothing quite as fucked as wanting what some of your splinters have.
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I'm decidedly keeping my paws politely to myself. I don't think he'd appreciate feeling smothered again.
The guy with more wanderlust than four Indiana Jones put together in a single body.
#YearnHours
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