writing on Will McGugan

Robo-fuckers

Tue, 10 Nov 2026 12:00:00 +0000

Inspired by a video from Tau Robotics , this is an account of an incident on a job written from the perspective of an AI powered android. Written in third-person present tense—because I wanted to give that a try.

Every mask is a precision engineered titanium mesh anodized into a variety of colors with a build quality Wired magazine described as both grotesquely over-engineered and unusually refined. My mask is one of a limited run of only sixteen produced in teal.

2. Alastair and Calum

Mon, 02 Nov 2026 12:00:00 +0000

Calum reached the Land Rover first, panting from the thrill of defying his parents. He climbed into the driver seat as a child might tackle a climbing frame. Alastair followed, carrying with him a bundle of something wrapped in a blanket, which he casually tossed onto the back seat. Only two years older than Calum but nearly a foot taller, Alastair swung himself in the driver seat with the confidence of a grown man.

1. Bonnie

Sun, 01 Nov 2026 12:00:00 +0000

Bonnie Margaret Sinclair heaved her canvas bag onto the table for near instant relief from aching shoulders. She would have preferred not to bring quite so much food, but then there was no accounting for the appetite of her guest. A guest leaving hungry would be unthinkable, so she brought enough food to satisfy even the heartiest of appetites—plus a few sundries, like a bag of fudge should her guest be a child. For more mature guests there was half a bottle of 12-year old Dalmore Scotch and a pack of cigars (which she wasn’t above sharing). A few indulgences felt warranted after what her guests would have endured.

The Glitch

Sat, 10 Oct 2026 12:00:00 +0000

It feels trite to call what happens to me a transition period, as written in my case file. I was no recently promoted salaryman struggling to fit in amongst his peers. My transition was far more literal and no less absolute than the transition of ice to water and water to steam.