Ethan Vanders, not long for this world, froze himself cryonically to see the future and possibly not die.
Oddly enough, when the future came, Ethan was awoken by an anthroid instead of a human. Synths, they call themselves, intentionally Not made in the image of their creator, as the humans were paranoid about being able to tell. Alas, the humans have managed to get rid of themselves, and their creations have inherited the earth.

This is Ethan after being transferred into a synth frame. Isn't he cute? What a bundle of social anxiety.
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This is a commission I got from  kyrio! He does cute things and strange transformations. Go lookit!
Some of you might have heard in comments and such that I'm writing a novel. It's true! It's about 80% done with the pre-edit stage. Just some final chapters to finish up. Reasons why you should like this novel:
* There's a cool uplift TF in the first chapter, as Ethan creates his new robot body.
* We get to meet all sorts of neato anthro robots!
* The story goes to Mars! Everyone loves going to Mars.
* It's a lighthearted, silly tale, rather than the usual Doom/Gloom of post-human settings.

Have a sample!
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Gentle beats pumped through the speakers of Reclamation Radio, as a panther stalked the airwaves. No one was concerned, primarily because the panther was the only employee, though the fact that the station lacked cameras certainly helped. He slid his little rolly chair around with reckless abandon, and poured energy drinks down his gullet from increasingly concerning heights.

His job was meant to be boring, which he took as a challenge. If it was fun, he wasn’t supposed to be doing it, and that only meant he would have fun aggressively.
“That’s Sodawave, coming to you from the RR. We’re keeping track on the superstorm charging down on the east coast, and it looks like it’s gonna be a doozy. Keep your kids inside, and your surfboards locked away. I promise, thrillseekers, there will be a better time.”
Part weatherman, part communications manager, and part DJ, Terrence was pleased with his place in life. As long as the boss didn’t complain, no one could tell him no.
“Terrence, come in.”
Speak of the buttmunch. He flailed his arms in sadness as the Official Channel opened up. It was covered in little marker drawings of devil horns and HERE BE MORONS, and he hoped that the boss never actually came by for a visit. Such animosity was hard to wash off.
“Yooooo.”
“Terrence, why is… dish 2 pointing in the complete wrong direction?”
“Talking to Mars.”
“T… what?” Terrence might have said that there were cups on his ears for all the understanding this provoked in his boss.
“Talking to Mars.” I mean, duh. Why else would it be pointed straight skyward?
“You’re going to have to explain, and it better be good.”

Terrence cracked his knuckles, curled his tail in a knot, and gently tried to recall the speech. It was a good one, he rehearsed it and everything! Which meant he forgot now that the time had come. Of course.
“So you know there was a colony up there, right? They’re still sending out little hails every hour or so. Hey, this is Mars Base, we’re still here, please pick up the phone. So I figured I’d say hey back. It’s only polite.”
“Terrence…” The boss facepalmed audibly from across the channel. He was a large man with large hands, and sometimes this worked in his favor. “They’re dead. It’s been over 200 years.”
“You don’t know that.”
“We know the moonbase is dead. And it’s CLOSER to Earth. They’re dead.”
“Wow, way to kill the mood.”
“Just put the dish back, okay? There’s no one out there but dead humans, and the undead aren’t about to call home.”

They sat there in awkward silence, the last few moments of which were punctuated by increasingly loud warbly static. “The fuck is that?”

Reclamation, this is Mars Concordia, we believe we have received your hail?
Like, for real, not a joke?
Please respond in the affirmative, over. It’s lonely up here.

The silence resumed, only fading as Terrence’s manic grin became audible. “eeeeeEEEEEE!!”
“Holy shit.”
“Boss, I’m gonna have to call you back.”
“Wha, NO! No don’t hang up I wanna he-” *click*

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The novel comes soon! Sooooon.