Anonymous User asked: when did you first understand the weakness of your own flesh? When did you start craving the strength and certainty of steel?
I appreciate the reference, I do, but I'm going to give it a sincere answer, and that's 2016. In 2013 I was in a mountain biking accident where my brake locked up at full speed in top gear, and I took all the force of the impact to my left wrist and knee. The knee itself was not badly injured, but it herniated a disc in my back, and I spent most of the winter of 2013-2014 getting treated for it. I recovered fully from that, luckily.
But I never got my wrist checked out, and by february of 2016 it was so bad I was wearing a wirst brace 24/7. I have had problems with the nerves, tendons, and muscles on and off for years. At the worst it is agonizing, and I have aggravated it more than once. I nearly quit playing guitar for good over it.
So we were learning to leave the flesh and embrace the mechanical long before we ever came out as trans and it became a gender thing. Me and two of my other headmates have a metal left arms on our fursonas to represent that, and me Andrea specifically an entirely synthetic body.
Mia is a sound rejection of my mechanical worship, a venerator of the flesh in both life and death. If necromancy was possible, she would already be practicing it. She idolizes chitin and bone.
The darkest parts of my mind are home to a beast which craves to spread her machine Perfection to everything and everyone, and occasionally I have to go back down in there and hit her with a very large newspaper