1. Hate would be outlawed
2. Jail time would be a reward for good behavior
3. Monday will be renamed hugday
4. Some will be required to disregard our authority
5. Communication will be mandatory
6. All beds and tubs will be much bigger, so we can snuggle easyer.
7. “being a meanie” will be a felony
8. Gender norms will be abolished
9. Some would actually make the rules
10. Safe words would be standerdised
11. Chairs would be comfier
12. After care would be manditory
13. Polyamory would be legal
14. The term daddy would be wayyy more common
15. Collaring would be as common as a wedding
16. Vac-beds would be way more common
17. So many snuggles
As we we commence our journey together. I thought it would be beneficial to explain to my readers the difference between robotica automatons and mechanika or steam jacks. Robots offer ease of repair and programming. But they require electricity and Advanced Metals they can be much smaller than either of the other two. Automations run entirely on Clockwork. Most robots are a combination of automations and true robotica. Mechanika is different. Mechanikal devices or steam jacks as I will call them for the rest of the article. Are unique. They run on Arcane energy. Usually drawn in some form from alchemical concoctions. Or from the direct expenditure of energy. Their power sources can be far smaller then even robotica. And generally do not require recharging. Or fueling. For decades at a time. But their bodies must be considerably larger to store the multiple systems which must function in tandem to keep a steam Jack running. Steam Jack’s have the steam in their name because that is how they generate power the source of magical Energy Fuels the fire in the fire boils water into steam. After that they run like most steam plants with the addition of energy Harvesters connected to an alchemical recharge system. The unique energy source can use the power many other functions. It is common for these devices to incorporate complex magical energy and artifice into their workings. They are not however considered otherwise Clockwork. The ability of magic interact with life and the existence of living metals enables us to create file systems and integrate them with these steam Jacks enabling them to support complex thinking patterns. And to regenerate themselves. And to build musculature like a human or beast. mechankia is primarily alchemical in design therefore. The use of it to create steam jacks enables us to accomplish Feats not achievable with normal technology. Such as hybridized human Androids. Or learning railways.
Dear old and new friends
I must apologize for my long hiatus. I did not mean to take so long to find you again although my absence was not entirely of my own free will. I have had the capability to begin this project again for some months now however. I apologize for th pause in my shouts into this void. I hope that someone will listen when I speak. It is not an easy thing to do to communicate in such a format. I will never know if more than a few of you appreciate what I do. But that should not stop me from attempting to say something worth saying. I have grown more in these last few months than I have in some time. I hope to grow with you again rather than on my own. Thank you for your patience. Or your willingness to start again with me. Or your willingness to start with me. I really hope to be able to find people to speak with in this rhetorical matter. My dreams will keep coming. And my hopes with them.
In Kittenish sincerity
a man came upon a hill and could not climb it so he turned back. another came upon the same hill and passed around. neither was happy in the end
I’m sorry not to say okay
I really only want to obey,
I’m siting by you with my head in my hands
silent I’m wishing for commands,
please doesn’t work on me
cant you see?
other words will, put me on my knee
it takes more to get through to me
I don’t want to be alone
your whim, wish it was myown
you can feel free
to break me
please doesn’t work on me
I’ve got no wish to be free
and my thoughts are floating debris
hold my heart in your hands
surrender without demands
I want to make something clear before I begin this letter, no, two things, the first is that you should feel free to write me back. I know you are probably not going to want to spend your time doing that, but a conversation would be great. You can leave your reply in the comments, or just link to it, second, as much as I do end most of my letters with “submissively yours” (this isn’t going to be an exception) I’m not your sub right-now (at least not yet) ,
How are you doing? Are you in a stable relationship? Are you enjoying the weather, its been very chaotic here. It seems like the clouds are hanging too low for spring, really. Like a wet dogs jowl’s hanging over my little burg. I like the rain, is soft and clear, like an often recited quip, fog reminds me of an embrace from the sky. I spend my time in my own ways, mostly alone, walking. I’m often left wondering why I’m out and about so much. No real point to it, it’s just what I do I guess. If you’re wondering why I addressed this note to the power half of the phrase “power play”, and really I am wondering that a bit myself. I’ll answer, it’s because I’ve been wanting to meet you for a while, and as much as I chase, I cant seem to get closer.
Perhaps I should define who I’m talking to right now, by Dom I don’t mean some over-sexed leather jockey, or even any thing that involves sex. Power play is the core of the little world we have as humans, and those people who know how to exude power, and who control others for the joy of having control. That’s what I’d define a Dom as. I pass by you constantly, unaware of most of you, as you me, so I’m sending my call into the dark, Hoping for answering shout.
In submission yours
broken glass in my tea
I don’t know whats become of me
I have no reason to be lonely
sometimes I find I cannot say
how I got to be this way
so fragile in my hope
so full of glass
I join the sky as I mope
think for my dreams: alas
like silk scrubbed with sour soap
waiting for these times to pass
groping in the darkness
and I know I’m failing
and wishing I was heartless
dear Mr. Lucifer,
How are you doing? its just past the ides of march in this part of the world, no time less lucky ay? I bet you’ve been busy lately, what with the rise in populations and the number of wars going on. you must have expansion plans in the works, you’ll need more room I’m sure.
I was wondering if you could find the time to answer a few questions for me, you’ll know how confusing the whole situation can be, with only one book open to any interpretation.
- Are you really that bad? I mean, you seem to have done some bad things, but I’ve never met you, or any one who knows you, and really, in general you seem to be a bit less judgmental than most deity’s would have us believe. Whats your side of the story?
- How do you deal with people who have mental challenges? do you let them off? how does that whole deal go?
- How does the whole system actually work? is it a lake of fire, an endless void, torture chamber? I saw one painting with people being boiled in the nude. does anyone really go bare in hell?
- What is a typical day in hell like? Is it just a constant routine, or do you shake things up? Dose the menu ever change? or do you just have a week-long rotation?