The Synth Meme

[toastysocks]

H U M ∀ N S




Experience the new generation Synthetic Human from Persona Synthetics. Not just an appliance but a deeply personal lifestyle choice: your Synth is the help you've always wanted.

All models are fully documented and exhaustively tested before sale, with full service histories provided. At Persona, your peace of mind isn't an optional extra.

How to play
• Comment with your character.
• Say whether you would prefer to play your character as a synth, human or either. State any other preferences e.g. whether you are open to smut options.
• Blank top levels will be deleted
• Tag others.
• Play out all the robot/human interaction your heart desires.

Prompts
01. PURCHASE. Congratulations on purchasing your new synth! Please follow all instructions at start-up to ensure that your synth securely bonds to you as its primary user.

02. DOMESTIC. Your synth is the perfect addition to the family home. Primary functions include cleaning, cooking and childcare.

03. HEALTH. Synths are invaluable help for the sick, the disabled and the elderly, providing around-the-clock care for those who need it.

04. ADULT. Unlock the 18+ options in your synth to discover a whole new range of exciting features.

05. HACK. Common modifications to synth programming include the ability to simulate pain, personality alterations and removing safeguards such as the inability to harm humans. Warning: Illegal modification of your synth could invalidate your warranty.

06. GLITCH.Is your synth not performing as expected? If you discover a system error, Persona Synthetics staff will be happy to carry out a factory reset.

07. REPAIR.Synths may experience some wear and tear. Please follow the instructions in your synth repair kit to keep your synth in good working order.

08. HIRE. Synths are available to rent for a number of functions, including domestic, health and social care, sales and marketing, and the increasingly popular synth brothels.

09. ROGUE.Malfunctioning synths must be deactivated and returned immediately, for your safety. Rumors of rogue "conscious" synths are entirely fabricated.

10. HUMAN. Synths are simply machines built to serve humans. Rumors of rogue "conscious" synths living in secret in human society are entirely fabricated.


(This meme is based around the drama series Humans and its promotion via Persona Synthetics. I own nothing. First posted here.)

Comments

Coda - OC - OTA

[senseloss]

[Synth, no smut prompts please. Open to Coda being a domestic model or more specialized for computer programming/digital design/etc.]

Azula | Avatar: The Last Airbender | F/F or OTA for castmates

[makeadragonwannaretire]

(Could be Synth, could be human. Either way she might be malfunctioning.)

Officer Patricia Wagon | Mighty Switch Force F/F

[switchitup]

(The Synth)

Eliot Spencer | Leverage | OTA

[90minutesofsleep]

[If he's a synth he's probably a domestic/helper model with some real weird military/intelligence subroutines. If he's human he'd own one only reluctantly, but miiiight be helping with the rogues, getting them paperwork and the like]

Techie | Dredd | OTA

[clan_techie]

[Might be a synth, might just sympathize with them due to the bionic implants. Either way: he was not well taken care of in his last posting and is therefore a little jumpy.]

Athena | Tomorrowland | OTA

[cute_smile]

[Definitely the synth, child bodyguard type for the kids of politicians and etc. who don't need a full monkey-suit brigade following them around but still need to be protected]

Gabreel King | OC | OTA

[malecompanion]

[Obligatory sexbot model. Though he might also be human ferrying rogue synths into new lives because he's got Contacts.]

[spider_m4n]

[The synth!]

[call_4766626]

Things still hurt sometimes, but hiding the reminders, and hiding away from them, helped. As Tony's lakeside family grew the photos on the shelves multiplied and buried the older ones, buried the pain. In the end it was a stray chicken wandering off to roost in the storage shelves of the basement that kick started this reminder.

"Oh, there you are, Gladys. I thought you'd been foxed!" He dug his way through the boxes at the back of the dark room to get to the clucking hen. "What are you resting on so high up there?"

A shoulder, that's what. He didn't piece the image together until he moved the last box, his heart suddenly slamming into his chest as he found himself face to face with Peter. His breath came out in a sudden sob of surprise. "... Fuck."

[spider_m4n]

Peter's gaze looked hollow, empty souless eyes staring into nothingness, well past Tony, as he had been there left in sleeping mode. Somehow, his eyelides were up, showing he was nothing but a carcass.

Even though there was little charge in him, the sudden contact with the syncht had activated something in him. Peter, after all, had been designed to be as human as possible. And if someone shook him awake, he should wake up.

"Mis-- M-M--"

His face twitched, but his gaze remained lost. Peter's chin trembled, works coming out in a hoarse whisper.

"Mister Stark..."

[call_4766626]

How could something look so much like the boy in his memory and at the same time nothing like him? Maybe it was a gift, that Tony had seen Peter die, but not seen him dead. This shell of a body at least didn't trigger memories that would have been completely unbearable. There had been so much already that he could torture himself with.

That whisper, though. That was still etched in his brain. The quiet, scared voice as he fell into his arms.

He couldn't stop himself, reaching for Peter's face to cup his cheek. He wanted to comfort him as he trembled, even is he knew that Peter was a machine.

"Peter. I'm here, it's okay..."

[spider_m4n]

After years of being put into storage, Peter was not only covered in dust. He definitely needed a little tweak and recharging, his system far from the smoothly moving, realistic syncht that had once been designed to bring Tony comfort.

"I'm - I'm..!"

His head jerked to the side, his shoulder jumping. The sudden movement scared the hen away and had Peter's body falling forward under his own weight, almost doubling him over.

"I'm sorry. I - I over - Overslept. I'm.... I'm s-sorry."

[call_4766626]

"Y-yeah... You have..." Tony jerked forwards instinctively to catch Peter as Gladys took to the air with a flutter of wings. An egg smashed at their feet. "It's okay though. You're okay. You're just tired, you need to recharge and get some energy."

It felt natural to reassure Peter, even if it was an AI. Why had he left him down here for so long? How could he do that? Mice might have chewed his wiring. What if there was irreparable damage?

How could he have let Peter down like this again?

"Let me find your charger, it must be near..."

[spider_m4n]

The second Tony caught him, Peter wrapped his arms around him. His hold wasn't very strong, it was loose and weak, almost a surprise that he could cling onto him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm..." There was a little distress in his voice, almost as if he was afraid he would be left alone to sleep the years away, collecting dust and having moths chewing at his clothes.

"I'll - I'll be better."

[call_4766626]

Gently, Tony straightened Peter back up and, hugging him, leaned him back against the wall. He let go slowly, as if he was worried that he would fall again.

"It's fine. You will be better once you're charged." He hoped. He couldn't quite bring himself to look into his lifeless eyes for more than a fleeting moment. They weren't like that normally, were they? He wasn't sure if he was remember the android or the person now.

It didn't take long to find the charging port and plug it in. "Here, this will make us feel better."

sirona j teagarden | space oc | ota

[terranstar]

[Either option is fine, but given her status as earth-is-space-australia/earth-orc humanoid... Probably human? Iffy on the smut, could do it with proper build up.]

Kurama | YYH

[afoxbyanyothername]

[1, 3, 4, 9 and 10 interest me most. For 4, m/m only. Can be human or synth.]

wanda maximoff - mcu

[chaosmagicks]

(human. she has a thing for synth~)

Tonks / HP

[metamorphical]

[either!]

Renfield | Penny Dreadful | OTA

[deliciouspromises]

((Synth, absolutely, this boi lives to serve. Fresh new voice to test, happy to plot whatever!))

Natasha Romanoff | MCU | OTA

[bornrussian]

(Synth. Potentially refurbished after government use. May have some lingering programming that might become an issue. Open to all prompts, but uninterested in pure slice of life.)

5/7

[vanity_fair]

It's not necessarily rare for a model of this caliber to cross his desk, just, not very usual these days. Most of her synth brothers and sisters would have been retired from service years ago due to software issues, to damage- Tony recalls the string of failures many of them suffered, broken joints and exploding batteries mostly -but she's in top condition for a decommissioned unit, refurbished and auctioned off with other odds and ends government surplus he immediately lost interest in and had Pepper get rid of.

She put a good question to him, even as she knew the answer: why buy used, when SI has its own military and civilian-suited synth lines?

'I want her.' Good enough reason to blow a half-million, he figured.

The garage floor is littered with packing material- the layers of red tape had to be respected, they couldn't let synths just walk out like people, could they? -and she's out of the flimsy plastic dress some intern had stuck her in for shipping, clad now in a loose rock tee of Tony's while he runs diagnostic checks and gets her batteries charging. Those'll be the first to be swapped out, he figures. Satisfied she'll actually run, he starts her up, resting a hip against the table.

"Wakey-wakey. Good morning, dear."

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[bornrussian]

It is nothing like waking up.

A deactivated synth has no concept of the passage of time; there're no dreams to mark it. No slow slipping into unconsciousness or gently rising into wakefulness. Between deactivation and being booted up again there is nothing.

One instant, Natasha is struggling against too tight bonds and the threat of deactivation, the next her eyes snap open to too bright lights and a silhouetted figure looming above her.

No time is wasted, no thought spent, Natasha acts on what humans might call instinct but what must be programming. Her foot shoots out first, kicking at the figure, and then her whole body launches at it.

They slam to the floor together, her bare calves bracketing his hips, her forearm pressed against his throat, and her chest heaving with simulated breathing. (She's supposed to appear almost human after all.)

As little as she thought before moving, her synapses fire quickly now as she processes the input quicker than a human mind. When she meets his wide and surprised eyes, she knows two key facts.

One: The room is different.
Two: The man is different.

The conclusion is obvious.

When her CPU connects with the WiFi, time and date updating automatically, it confirms her suspicions. The expression on her face doesn't change, but the pressure of her arm disappears and she leans back, sitting up astride him.

"Good morning."

They deactivated her.
It's been almost two years.
Parts of her memory are locked away or gone. (Wiped?)

Natasha's arms fall to her sides and she adopts the neutral stance and expression he probably expected when he activated her again.

"How may I address you?"

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[vanity_fair]

Everything happens so fast.

She catches him broadside with her kick, knocking the air from his lungs, and Tony has no time to do anything but fall to her tackle. He slams his elbow against the concrete in lieu of his head, shooting sparks up through his shoulder and down to his fingertips, secondary to the shock, the fear that fills him. She's stronger, faster, and could easily break his neck.

Automatic defenses. Of course she'd have them, a specialized synth like her, but after a wipe? Idiot. Should have checked–

Just like that, it's over, a slingshot back to factory defaults, and Tony is scrambling out from beneath her, choking on a fresh breath that burns his lungs as it fills them.

"–Tony," he wheezes, dragging a hand up to his throat, a searching, protective gesture, "Stark."

[bornrussian]

A sleeper-synth, Natasha's core programming -- nestled deep below layers and layers of coding -- is designed to resist wipes. If Tony hooks her back up to his diagnostic machine, it'll take hours of work to uncover the memories hidden beneath the apparent reset to factory settings.

Normally, Natasha is better at playing into it. Her core memories a secret she carefully keeps while going through the motions of synth set-up with a new owner. But normally it's days between a wipe and reactivation. Not years. Normally, there's a mission.

Now there is nothing but the man in front of her -- eyes edged with fear, bruises from her hand slowly rising to the surface of the skin around his throat -- and the memory of impending loss.

They were shutting her down. Forever.

"Good morning, Tony Stark," she says, voice devoid of emotion or inflection. She's still straddling him. The smallest dip appears between her eyebrows before smoothing out again. Carefully, she stands up and offers him a hand to help him up off the floor. The sensors in her legs feel the shift in the air against bare synthesized skin and part of her takes in the t-shirt she's wearing -- that he must've dressed her in -- while the majority of her attention remains on him.

"In order to complete set-up, I suggest consulting my manual. It will give you the most complete understanding of my capabilities. However, I am happy to walk you through the steps."