ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ.

Always striving to achieve posthumanism. // #ShadowrunRP // by Riker

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆.

💟➕🔁 // #ShadowrunRP // #Multiverse

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

"...why haven't *I* thought of this earlier?"

[Ryan Pequin @ryanpequin]

imagining this rig set up on one of those Boston Dynamics dogs chasing me through a corn field on a moonless night

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

🤖 [NSFW] // Racter's smoother than a Ken doll down there. Prosthetic, *realistic* penises do exist, though, and *are* equipable if he so chooses.

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆.

💟➕🔁 // #ShadowrunRP // #Multiverse

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

🤖 HEADCANONS.

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

@EMHMarkIVOY - forced to overcompensate in balance as he tried to regain it. He doesn't notice the noise, though, over nonsense muttering. Hell, he doesn't even notice the effects until he's nearly flat on the ground.

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

Racter still had trouble trusting Starfleet. But, unfortunately, he's stuck on Voyager for the time being. And when his cybernetic legs are acting up, he has no choice but to go to @EMHMarkIVOY , because fuck going to Engineering. He's willing to trust a hologram more than flesh.

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

@EMHMarkIVOY Racter took a step with his left: fine.

Racter took a step with his right: not so fine.

There was indeed function regained in the leg but not quite enough; as he goes to shift weight onto his right, there's a muffled noise - a snap, shift, *something* - and then his left is -

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

@SevenOfNine79_ "Well."

He lights a cigarette, takes a drag.

"I quite enjoy just about everything that you just described. Except for this whole... collective hivemind idea."

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

"I don't see the reason why one would wish to become less machine than they were."

@SevenOfNine79_

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

@SevenOfNine79_ "The Borg?"

An eyebrow raised.

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

@princedadta [i'm SORRY this is just so goddamn sweet and it melts my heart I love the interaction between you two @princedadta
@EMHMarkIVOY ]

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

@princedadta Racter's in some sort of shaded corner - the only indication that he's there is the smell of smoke and a tiny ember. He smiles in the dark, and finally speaks.

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

@EMHMarkIVOY "Then how about the Federation-Cardassian treaty? Soltok IV? Volan III?"

He stopped his response to flex the foot and claws again. They moved a bit slowly - but the fact they moved at all was a miracle.

"Yes." he muttered, hopping off the table to take a few steps.

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

🤖 // While Racter may not understand or feel human emotions, he does feel them on some level. Most of the time he channels these feelings into Koschei, but in some instances, traces of emotions still linger on his aura.

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

🌌 // Racter speaks fluent Federation Standard and Russian. His Cantonese is only conversational.

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

[Please note that the emojis preceding the HC are indicative of their verses. Robot is default verse.]

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

@EMHMarkIVOY - done something right for once."} he comments, in Russian.

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

@EMHMarkIVOY "And then abandoning the same people after they get what they wanted?"

The comment was followed by a moment of silence, then a loud *click* as the claws on his right foot stiffened. He takes a moment to flex the claws, and hummed a satisfied hum.

{"At least Starfleet has -

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

@EMHMarkIVOY "Chosen to be in Starfleet?"

Racter's comment was followed by a "pah". There wasn't a single thing that he could see that would make Starfleet something worth joining.

"I personally find it hard to believe."

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

@EMHMarkIVOY - myself, but I wouldn't dare trust the Federation with something they've stolen from me once before."

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

@EMHMarkIVOY - feet.

"I had been... exploring Voyager's lower decks when my right leg began to stiffen. Ran self-diagnostics and it seems that calibration between my brain and the implants that control my legs has gone astray. Unfortunately I lack the tools I need to repair this -

[ʀɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ. @sinlesshadow]

@EMHMarkIVOY Racter would eye the hologram up and down, before sighing.

"You've got experience in repairing advanced cybernetics, yes?"

As he steps, it's obvious he's doing so with a stiff limp.