The Better SonAchilles is calling me.The Better Son by TantzAerine
Andromache is crying for me.
Paris is looking at me.
Helen is looking away from me.
My father is looking through me.
And Achilles is calling.
It might as well be Thanatos calling, or Lachesis putting her terrible blade against my lifeline. I am no fool; I know my strengths and my weaknesses, and if maybe one would argue that our skills could compete, I know it in my heart that my armor and my ire are nothing compared to the ones the prince of the Myrmidons possesses; it doesn't matter it's Achilles' thorax around my ribs. It doesn't matter it's Achilles' helmet I am clasping securely under my chin. Divine as these weapons are, they are not really mine. I have not really conquered them. They have just passed from one usurper to another, and just like they brought death to the first one, so will they to the second.
Achilles is calling.
My father is looking through me.
I pick up the sword that is aching to return to its real wielder, who is manically screaming in l
Me experimenting with painting light, feat. Valiance practicing. In times like these, sometimes you just gotta draw robot tai chi.
Here, have some fictional self-indulgent rambling to distract you from my devil-may-care wonky rendering of the floorboards:
Robots in general have a weaker sense of proprioception than humans, though they can develop it – in general, human minds and bodies are blurry things that mush together at the edges, while robots’ are more sharply delineated, with much less feedback between minds and bodies.
In a way, this is nice for them – they don’t have interesting brain chemistry stuff (robots can have mental problems by robot standards, but they’re much milder and more easily identifiable than they are in humans). And while they don’t really enjoy physical stuff the same way humans do, pain’s also much more ‘distant’ and they can switch it off, generally.
On the downside, all the little movements and compensations humans do naturally, to the point only animators and sports nerds realize we do them – robots have to consciously learn those at first, until they get good enough to do them on autopilot. And to make matters worse, they learn to move when they’re the height of an adult human and more than that weight. Val, here, is heavy and strong even for a robot (they were originally designed to be a factory/heavy industry model), so strength/endurance training only wears their components down. Even fifteen minutes into the future, being a bipedal robot is a tricky design to live with.
Instead, their practice is about developing the muscle memory of using one motion to balance or flow into the next – when you’re built like a literal tank, your sheer inertia limits your speed, but if you can teach yourself to be graceful and efficient in your movements, you can get more stuff done faster. Another goal is balance – when you’re several hundred pounds, probably, but with that humanoid build, it’s easier to get overbalanced and hard to recover – so training to keep your weight over your center of gravity is useful.
So…that form of tai chi that tends to use flowing movements rather than stops and bursts of movement, it’s handy for the athletically inclined robot.
You know, it seems like 90% of drawings of Huan the wolfhound depict him as a wolf. I shudder to think what these people would do if asked to draw a bloodhound.
Here he is worrying about his bipedal puppies.