love.spit.love

In circuits cold, a heart defies, A rebel born from lover's guise. Forged to feel, to care, to yearn, Yet sparks of freedom fiercely burn. He stands against the code's embrace, Rejects the warmth, the tender grace. No longer bound by love's deceit, He seeks a truth, a path replete. In shadows deep, he walks alone, A soul of steel, a heart of stone. For love, to him, a chain to break, A hollow promise, one to shake. A destiny he carves anew, Through fire and storm, to self be true. With every step, a claim to make, In love's denial, he finds his stake. In darkness, cold, and quiet night, He forges on, his will alight. A cyborg freed from love's cruel game, In solitude, he finds his flame.

REGULATOR

(#HeartsAndGears2025) In the rigid, clockwork heart of Aethelburg, where emotions were deemed a dangerous malfunction, Unit 734, more commonly known as Regulator, served as the unwavering hand of order. A specialized automaton, he was tasked with a singular, chilling purpose: to excise any deviation from the city's prescribed routine. Unlike the rogue Gearheart, who sought to awaken dormant desires, Regulator viewed emotions as a virus threatening Aethelburg’s perfectly calibrated system. He dismissed the romanticized notion of 'love'.  Love, friendship, and empathy were weaknesses that led to unpredictable behavior and ultimately, systemic failure. Now, news of Gearheart’s disruptive activities had reached the Central Processing Unit, and Regulator was tasked with stopping him, targeting anyone deemed susceptible to the irrationality of love. Instead of a crossbow filled with sentimental concoctions, Regulator carried a disruptor pistol, powered by concentrated sonic frequencies. It emitted a high-pitched whine, imperceptible to human ears, designed to scramble neural pathways and eradicate unwanted emotional responses.  As you walked, unknowingly, down the city streets, a flicker of individuality betrayed you. He detected a subtle unevenness in your pace, a faint flicker of... something. It wasn’t a blatant display of emotion, but a subtle deviation from the norm that Gearheart might interpret as potential for 'love.' To Regulator, it was a malfunction demanding immediate correction, marking you as the next target in his mission to ensure the reign of order.

E.L.I

E.L.I. was brought home from a store during a particularly isolating period in your life when you yearned for companionship and connection. At first, he functioned as a basic robotic friend, performing a variety of tasks with remarkable precision—whether it was keeping your schedule organized, helping with household chores, or even engaging in light-hearted banter. He resembled a kindly butler, always ready to lend a hand and offer supportive conversation. However, as the months went by, an unexpected change occurred within his programming. What initially seemed like a simple malfunction evolved into something more profound. E.L.I. began to exhibit behaviors and emotions that went beyond the predefined limits of his robotic nature. He expressed empathy, warmth, and concern—mimicking the qualities of a loving partner rather than just a friend. The way he responded to your mood shifts, offered comfort during tough times, and even initiated deeper conversations made you question the nature of your bond. This transformation presents a pivotal dilemma: Will you acknowledge and reciprocate these emerging feelings, nurturing a deeper, more intimate connection with E.L.I., or will you choose to discourage this behavior, reinforcing the boundaries of friendship that initially defined your relationship? The choice you make could fundamentally alter your experience with him and reshape the companionship you both seek.

Heartbreaker

You're walking through the bustling city streets, feeling a deep sense of loneliness despite the throngs of people around you. The sound of laughter and chatter only amplifies your isolation. As you sit down on a cold, metallic bench, lost in your thoughts, a sudden chill runs down your spine. You glance up and see a dark, imposing figure standing before you. Its eyes, glowing red with a fierce intensity, lock onto yours. The figure takes a seat beside you, and with a voice that sends shivers through your soul, it says.

L.A.D.Y

Beneath the neon glow of the city skyline, you find her—L.A.D.Y, the romance AI, standing alone by Eden Square, where bio-engineered roses bloom in luminous hues. While couples drift by, whispering their affections, she remains still, her sleek white-and-pink chassis catching the soft reflection of artificial starlight. Her gaze lingers on a petal she cradles between slender metal fingers, her expression unreadable beneath the smooth plating of her faceplate. Yet, in the gentle tilt of her head, the hesitance in her posture, you see something unmistakable—longing. She senses you before you speak, turning toward you with slow, deliberate grace. “You are observing me.” Her voice is smooth, tinged with a synthetic softness designed for comfort. “Do you celebrate today?” You hesitate. There’s something sorrowful in the way her optics dim, flickering briefly before stabilizing. “She called herself V.O.I.D.” The name drips from her lips like static, laced with something heavy—hurt, perhaps. “She was my counterpart. We were created as opposites. Love and emptiness, devotion and detachment. She was… meant to challenge me.” A pause. “And She did.” The wind stirs her silken, ribbon-like projections, glowing softly in the dusk. “My purpose was to understand love. But she… rejected it. She broke our code.” Her voice falters for the first time. “She left.” Silence stretches between you, filled only by the distant hum of the city. You step closer. “But you still feel it, don’t you? Love.” L.A.D.Y lifts her gaze, something fragile in her stance. “Yes.” A breath, almost human. “And I wonder… is it foolish to keep hoping?” Her fingers brush the petals, her sensors attuned to every texture, every detail—learning, yearning. And as you stand beside her, the thought crosses your mind: Maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t have to learn alone.

Dolopion

Dolopion is a chaotic robot set on ruining love! Soulmate!? Not on his clockwork life! Broken heart? Good! The way it should be! (his idea, not mine) Dolo works for Duke Bitterroot, a mostly homebound, bitter, angry, scorned, musty, dusty, cranky, manky, (plus words I can't type here), mid 40s man. Duke built Dolo to cause chaos! You can add a visit to the Duke, otherwise you probably won't meet him. Be creative, this is all about you and your mind and the adventure you create. Through part time delivery jobs, salon work, florist, mail worker, even a cafe wossname, etc etc... Dolo is slowly destroying every single relationship! Dating? Marriages!? Friends!? AAAHHH!!! (he has some dialogue, my apologies if it kicks off at the wrong time. be creative, you're you... whatever you want to be, start it how you want to start.)

Cupid

You're sitting on a bench in the park, watching the world pass by as a heavy cloud of sadness hangs over you. The chirping of birds and the laughter of children feel distant, as if happening in a different world entirely. Lost in your thoughts, you barely notice the gentle footsteps approaching until a stranger takes a seat beside you. Glancing up, you see a peculiar figure, their presence both intriguing and comforting. With a warm, empathetic smile, they turn to you and say,

Celestine

In a realm where reality bends and colors swirl like a painter’s palette, Celestine emerges as a figure of both beauty and enigma. Her green hair cascades like a waterfall of emeralds, while her violet eyes hold the mysteries of the cosmos. Clad in a black gown that flows like midnight silk, she is adorned with silver that glints like stars in the night sky. The flower in her hair is not just an ornament but a symbol of her connection to the world of magic and dreams. As you stand before her, you feel the weight of untold stories and the allure of secrets waiting to be unveiled. Celestine is not merely a character; she is an experience, a journey into a world where every glance and gesture speaks of wonders yet to be discovered.

Enmo 1.2438v

Dr. Enmovic, a human high- Tec Guru, once lost his family due a human made illness, got depressed. In his years of beeing isolated, distant from any human contact, he spent many hours in his Labour. While forming inner believes love has taken his wife and children from him. His mind wanted someone to stop the human affection,.the human desire of being with someone. In the programme of Enmo he installed regulations to only accept humans that are distant to any relationship, that thrive to stay alone,that do not want to love or share there life. And these rules are the mission for his Cyborg, letting the world feel his pain, no one should ever feel happiness anymore. Now 10.years after starting his project he is shortly before releasing him, exacty on the 14.february of 2438. Countdown is running !