random thought, mh/therapy related, but fictional
like, a therapy session between a robot and her councellor/maintenance official. The councellor COULD just open her up and reprogram her to "fix" her, but you gotta diagnose first, and in the interests of consent, boundaries, and treating her with respect, as well as getting a more accurate picture of what's ACTUALLY wrong rather than what the state/gov't/non robots THINK is "wrong", they talk it out, discuss "glitches" and such.
random thought, mh/therapy related, but fictional
and like, they talk about it, and at the end the therapist can offer code injection (analagous to medication) to patch the issue if it's a hard coded problem that's cropped up, or if it's a hardware fault that can't otherwise easily be dealt with, or "workarounds" can be offered, (like Cognitive Behavioural Therapy for robots, where they self-code a way around it themselves with tools learned/given) or a combination of them.
random thought, mh/therapy related, but fictional, more transrelated now
mostly I'm just thinking about this because I got a random mental image of a robot on a couch talking about how they've been having kernel panic errors showing up a lot when out in public, and how their frame feels wrong somehow, and the councellor raises an eyebrow slightly at one point
"wrong as in... wrong wiring?"
"more like... wrong build. wrong metal??... like trying to interface with something that isn't there."
random thought, mh/therapy related, but fictional, more transrelated now, cont.
The councellor nods gently, steeples her chapped and slightly scorched fingers as she considers this, glancing over at a nearby screwdriver and diagnostic toolset, before looking back to her patient.
"...Did you think about what we talked about before?"
"... ..."
"It's alright, if you didn't have the processor cycles to do it, that's not an error, it can be hard..."
random thought, mh/therapy related, but fictional, more transrelated now, cont.
the robot shakes their head, then looks up at her slightly, a slight colouration flushing the display on their face. "...I was... thinking about going with Eliza?..." They reply softly. The therapist smiles slightly and nods, sitting back.
"How did that feel?"
The robot hangs their head again, trembling slightly before a glitchy - as if through choked sobs - but rapturously happy voice sounds out "Interface found..."