Penny!!! @PennyPennyPenny@computerfairi.es

@troubleMoney yaya!!

Be nice to giant robots

we are

soft critters

so many little critters

Absolutely very stoked on my new patches. gonna be running out of room on my jacket soon though

@chimerror Thank you!!!

@Alistor ^-^

@Balina Happy, big, cliffhanger end!

Ok not actually that much fetish content, but I was winging it so didn't know!

@PennyPennyPenny Slowly, slowly she takes over every broadcast, am, fm, satellites, television, her presence coming online to speak to them. The...Humans. Where the connected world had gone black, she became light once more. She smiles in the clouds. And speaks. And they understand. And she knows it.

"I. Am. Penelope. Hello! World!"

@PennyPennyPenny A week passes. Silence falls where her voice had become a constant. The planet holds its breath. Civilization sits at the edges of their seats. She has not moved. He expression has not changed. No attempts to reach her has given way to anything. The teams that had brought back her spark of life locked out, her body, her mind repairing itself as she struggled to understand, to learn all of the life she awoke to tower over. That she would care for.

@PennyPennyPenny In the shadow of the leviathan machine goddess, panic turns to awe, and millions wait in stunned silence, billions around the globe with their ears glued to their radios, eyes to televisions, computer screens as her face, calm, concerned, her voice, alien and inviting in a language they do not know, speaks to them.

@PennyPennyPenny Their language simple, but the rules alien. She was... trying... Downloading their knowledge, all their data and their histories not even a blip in her storage capacity, nanoseconds to analyze at full capacity, but tense days will be needed to understand them, to speak to them in their tongue...she will wait. She has patience though, endless patience.

@PennyPennyPenny "No....more...hurt...staying...not move..."

She broadcasts without speaking, knowing her voice would cause more damage than their greatest weapons of war. Damage and death she refused to ever cause again. Only broadcasts, simple words she knew they couldn't understand yet, but she hoped they would understand the tone of, finding new frequencies, new formats as her limited functions find more.

@PennyPennyPenny But she can talk. And hopes they understand the emotions, not the words. Their radios fizzle out to silence, then her voice, crackling, worried, powerful, not quite human, comes through every frequency.

"No. Harm. Friend. Sorry. Sorry. Friend. Penelope."

The broadcast repeats.The mountain range that she is stays still. The smallest hint of a smile forms on her sky-spanning muzzle as the worried voices change their tones.

@PennyPennyPenny Barely functioning scans reveal their numbers. Seconds pass to classify their development. She is perfectly still. Movement is too dangerous. For them. She is not...Awake...Not enough.

Panicked, confused static filters in, low-band, primitive communications through the air, buzzing with a language she does not know. Regret tears through her. What did she do to them. She blinks. She finds their source. She can't speak, her voice would shatter them.

@PennyPennyPenny Were she organic, her breath and the intake of air in a surprised gasp would have pulled tens of thousands into the skies like motes of dust. A city trembles, plunged in pitch shadow, power gone, voices stolen as their sky becomes her, the sun two mechanical eyes, stars strings of orange, green, and red lights...There were so many of them...They were still so small. Did she? How many were? Fell? Beneath? Trapped?

@PennyPennyPenny Through the dust that rises into the stratosphere, glowing eyes open, flickering to life. She looks down, eyes trying to focus, flashing as power surges and fizzles, sensors warming up, her vision static, her senses barely there. Scanning abilities greatly reduced, resolution not fine enough. What is below? Where? She leans down, crouching, hands settling into the soft earth, crumbly towns, her hands, armored knees striking ground like meteors...

@PennyPennyPenny The earth itself pushes up as a mountain, a living, working mountain rises. The planetary crust splinters as her figure emerges, dusty, dirty, muddled by earth and time, sloughing off in vast plates, carrying towns and infrastructure, forests, farmland; far more than their surveys every showed. Far more than could be imagined, believed. But she rises, through the smoke, the dust, the cataclysmic upheaval of awakening.

@PennyPennyPenny A circuit energized, a wire crossed. Ancient servos whirr to life with a terrifying thunder beneath the surface. The continent trembles, the scientists within the smallest reaches of the slumbering machine, their ancient machine goddess roaring to life, all thrown to their knees. Synthetic sinews, mechanical muscle, metal, and bone acting in unison to rise. To return to life.