Main Page: Difference between revisions
No edit summary |
No edit summary |
||
| Line 53: | Line 53: | ||
| style="background:#a6cdf0" width="25%" text-align="center" class="aom-left"| | | style="background:#a6cdf0" width="25%" text-align="center" class="aom-left"| | ||
<div align="center">Author of the Month:<br> | <div align="center">Author of the Month:<br> | ||
''' | '''BA'''<br> | ||
Total # of stories: | Total # of stories: 43 | ||
Story of the week:<br> | Story of the week:<br> | ||
''' | '''The Rutuksee Clinique Case''' | ||
Synopsis:<br> | Synopsis:<br> | ||
'''A | '''A detective is assigned a case with a robotic version of his deceased love interest.'''</div> | ||
| width="75%" style="background:#ffbb96" cellpadding="5" class="aom-right" | | | width="75%" style="background:#ffbb96" cellpadding="5" class="aom-right" | | ||
“I can see you’re pleased to see me,” she said. I noticed a couple of tiny LEDs fluttering green and yellow in the hollow at the base of her throat as she spoke. Her eyes looked wrong too, though I suppose no one else would notice, and I pulled my glance away hurriedly. | |||
“Hi Palmer.” There was an awkward pause as I looked anywhere but her, failing completely to appear casual. “Do I call you ‘Palmer’ still…?” | |||
“No, you should call me ‘Robot Officer CX223’ – what the fuck, Bruce!? I’m back from the dead for a year and a half now and you never once return my calls? It’s still me you know, the pension team got a sixty eight percent bio-read from my brain, that’s bloody good enough to count as most of me in my book!” The movements of her anger were fluid and controlled” simulated. The unconscious gawkiness I had used to call her ‘chicken fit rage’ wasn’t there any more, smoothed out by the programmed sub-routines that ran her new body for her but maybe echoed in the furiously blinking little system indicator LEDs. | |||
<div align="center">'''[[Stories/BA|BA]]''' - ''[[The Rutuksee Clinique Case]]''</div> | |||
<div align="center">'''[[Stories/ | |||
|} | |} | ||
[[Image:180px-Integrated circuit icon.svg.png|25px]] ''FembotWiki is maintained by members of [http://www.fembotcentral.net Fembot Central] and [https://discordservers.com/server/374871045410127882 Fembot Labs].'' | [[Image:180px-Integrated circuit icon.svg.png|25px]] ''FembotWiki is maintained by members of [http://www.fembotcentral.net Fembot Central] and [https://discordservers.com/server/374871045410127882 Fembot Labs].'' | ||
<small>''If you would like to become a member, please send an [[mailto:SpazFembotWiki@gmail.com| e-mail]]''</small> | <small>''If you would like to become a member, please send an [[mailto:SpazFembotWiki@gmail.com| e-mail]]''</small> | ||
Revision as of 07:13, 30 November 2019
| • 11:21 • Wednesday • November 20, 2024 • 320 members • 87,145 files uploaded • 102,686 pages • 171,443 edits • |
|
Author of the Month:
BA Story of the week: Synopsis: |
“I can see you’re pleased to see me,” she said. I noticed a couple of tiny LEDs fluttering green and yellow in the hollow at the base of her throat as she spoke. Her eyes looked wrong too, though I suppose no one else would notice, and I pulled my glance away hurriedly. “Hi Palmer.” There was an awkward pause as I looked anywhere but her, failing completely to appear casual. “Do I call you ‘Palmer’ still…?” “No, you should call me ‘Robot Officer CX223’ – what the fuck, Bruce!? I’m back from the dead for a year and a half now and you never once return my calls? It’s still me you know, the pension team got a sixty eight percent bio-read from my brain, that’s bloody good enough to count as most of me in my book!” The movements of her anger were fluid and controlled” simulated. The unconscious gawkiness I had used to call her ‘chicken fit rage’ wasn’t there any more, smoothed out by the programmed sub-routines that ran her new body for her but maybe echoed in the furiously blinking little system indicator LEDs. |
FembotWiki is maintained by members of Fembot Central and Fembot Labs.
If you would like to become a member, please send an [e-mail]