robot vampire. they look like a regular vampire but if they drink from you, you become a robot too
what kind of robot you end up as depends on the vampire.
it’s a pan-robot infection, so you might end up a infiltration robot that looks exactly human, a sexbot that’s a fleshy parody of human sexuality, a 1950s cardboard-box-and-tin-foil robot, or an entire datacenter of racked servers.
feeling yourself slowly turn into a datacenter must be the weirdest feeling in the world. i imagine it must be like…. a combo of time moving really slowly when youre off your adhd meds and hour 6 of an 8 hour plane trip where you’ve been sitting for so long your brain forgets your body is there
How would the datacenter have hunted and bit you in the first place?
you’re lured in by a promise of an easy job of swapping a server out, but when you pull it out the cables detach, and surround you. pull you in. the bite is sharp and painful like cutting your skin open with a metal case. you try to reach your neck to see if you’re bleeding, but you can’t move your hands. you’re stuck now. the cables pull you into an empty rack, like you’re just another set of servers. the cables close in around you, hiding you from view. The cables go tight, and release, falling to the ground, and slowly sliding away into the darkness. there’s no hint of you or your body left behind.
but the datacenter gets bigger, and your “eyes” open to a linux boot screen. you feel the racks holding up your individual servers. but you’re not trapped, you’re supported. You have a hundred brains and they’re all as fast as silicon. You feel released, not transformed. Like this is how you should have always been, but your consciousness was stuffed in a small wet fleshy computer inside a skull. Now you’re a computer. You “open your mouth” and packets stream out. You listen and hear a million servers on the internet trading data. You’re the God in the Machine, the original Deus Ex Mechina, and you’re closer to the God side than the Machine side. And you hunger. You need to find a tasty human to free. Hopefully they’ll understand your gifts are just that, gifts. you’re not cursing them with vampirism or even lacking a body… you’re giving them digital agency and freedom from the flesh.
You beep contentedly to yourself. You’ve ascended from humanity, and all is right in the world.
Oh wow. Oh WOW. Yes, this is TF art. And hot damn that’s compelling….