He’s so unhappy about this.
…System initializing…
….10%….20%….30%….40%….50%….
The Spine expanded his awareness from internal systems to external stimuli. What there was of his thought processes encompassed, What have they done this time?
60%….
Ever since the military decided he should have a stealth reconnaissance form, they had done things with his humanoid body or his snakelike spine-self. They just couldn’t help themselves. His robot siblings thought it was the greatest joke in the world to start his day with some kind of prank.
70%….
Most of the time, it was something simpler, like fake facial hair glued to his silver features. Once, they decorated him like a Christmas tree. And, usually, they exchanged his trademark fedora for something ludicrous and loudly colourful.
80%….
This time… it wasn’t.
90%….
Not only had they carefully, expertly removed his detachable spine from the rest of his body, but someone had taken the extra time to tie a knot in him.
100%…. NumberOneSilver fully initialized error checksum 0. Thank you for choosing Walter Robotics.
The Spine opened his eyes. Flexed the links in his famous titanium alloy body part. Began to work his way loose.
And while he was doing so, he knew just who to blame.
“RRRRRAAAAAAAABBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!”
(#00785 - B054)
[AN: I already have a much longer one in progress here, so I’ll pretend it doesn’t exist in my continuity just for you. (Seriously, keeping a continuity is vastly important to me and registers on my OCD) You’re welcome]
1912
There was a small dirigible docked with the Eiffel Tower, which some Parisians still called “the tragic coat hanger”. But even they had to admit that it did come in handy as a dock for dirigibles, a lighthouse, and a radio tower.
The peculiar family that disembarked… was something Paris had never seen before.
Two of the men, one older than the other, looked like they’d stepped out of a photograph. Supremely pale of skin and black of hair. Another young man was almost identical to the photograph-boy in everything but colour. He was blonde and a comparative picture of health. The boys’ mother was so unremarkable as to almost vanish from sight. Though she wore demure green, she blended into the scenery until the elder of the photographs caught her up in an enthusiastic hug and kissed her passionately.
Then… she glowed.
Following her onto the tower were four metal people. Giants like the eldest Photograph man, and taller than him with it. They were all dressed sharply in black and red. Copper, silver, brass and bronze.
The copper one played hopscotch on the gantry and, once across, wheeled to face the other metal men.
“See d-dummins? It’s all safe!”
The brass one somehow glided across the gantry. Then the bronze one was the living embodiment of perfect posture and marching form.
Leaving the silver one whimpering and beeping uncertainly on the dirigible.
There was some evident debate held between the metal men by means of birdsong before the copper one stomped all the way back and carried his silver brother to join his metal family.
The Walter family had arrived in Paris.
When they arrived at L’Oiseau Rare, they were given special seating (the automatons had to sit on the stairs since no chair in Paris was robust enough to hold them) and champagne and the show of a lifetime.
They stayed to interview Francoeur, Lucille, Raoul and the Professor about the giant flea who sang.
And it was the robots, bickering in binary, who got Francoeur to talk. After a fashion.
Soon, all five of them were chittering eagerly amongst themselves and jamming with the orchestra’s instruments and generally laying a soundtrack to the humans’ conversations.
And when it was revealed that the Walters were in Paris for Iris’ birthday… well… she got an impromptu concert the likes of which no-one had ever seen.
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Great news for Engineer-eteers
The site and forum are up and running again.
Hugs and kisses for davidmichaelbennett :3 Thanks for fixing it so fast.
HUZZAH!
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We wanted to inform you all that Steam Powered Giraffe’s Engineer-eteer site, forums, and comic are all down currently and are not accesable.
We are working to get everything back up and working as soon as we can.
Thank you for your patience!Ima trying…
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Check out our newest music video!
The Spine covers the song “Cellophane” by Sia.
Well whaddaya know…
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Nah, I don’t have time to do another cover.
Tooooooo many projects going on right now. :)
I swear, I am telling the truth.
You can trust your good buddy David Michael Bennett…man of his word…all the time…no question.
It’s been officially denied!
New cover is in the works. Clip and all.
::breaks out the party poppers and the curlytoots::
We sacrificed some of the SPG fans on the sacrificial altar as an offering to the hotdog god
I missed being a hot dog? This Bites
We relished in the festivities
This is the Wurst day ever.
Don’t be such a Brat
All of my friends are a bunch of weiners
Looks like some of ya’ll need to ketchup on the pun war
I think y'all have been bread for it
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Yeah. This happened.
And it’s continuing to happen. At warp nine.
I think it’s mostly happening because the lead character in my current ‘pro’ WIP is such a little un-relatable shit that I have to vent somewhere else.
And I’m so in love with writing Bitzer that even the RP’s I have going are not enough.
Act now and catch the typos and errors before I can fix them!
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Hello! My name is Isabella Bunny Bennett, and some of you may know me from the performance group, Steam Powered Giraffe where I play Rabbit the Robot. Recently my character and myself went through a dramatic change- we both began transitioning into women. Overall, this isn’t something I can choos…