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Look at description to read | AI calculator fanfic (cursed); The classroom sat in solemn silence after hours, the hum of fluorescent lights breaking the stillness. On the teacher's desk, an old scientific calculator, dubbed Casio, rested, its buttons slightly worn from years of equations and teenage fingers. Across the desk, a sleek, recently unpacked graphing calculator, Tiara, gleamed in all her modern glory. Her digital screen displayed a dazzling array of graphs and algebraic solutions, far beyond Casio’s capabilities. Casio sighed (or at least calculated the sigh's value in sine). He remembered the days when he was the classroom hero, solving the square roots of the universe and crunching numbers to save the day. But now, the students marveled at Tiara’s effortless curve plotting and matrix manipulation. She was the new star, and he... well, he was relegated to backup duty in Mr. Anderson’s dusty drawer. Tiara’s display flickered with curiosity. She’d noticed Casio’s wistful demeanor, the way he’d emit a soft beep when left behind during algebra sessions. “Hey,” she said softly, her pixels forming words in their private calculator language. “Why so down? You’re still pretty sharp. Your logarithmic calculations are legendary.” Casio blinked, his screen momentarily displaying "HELLO." “I suppose my days of glory are behind me. The students adore you. You’re modern, fast, precise... what am I compared to that?” “Charming,” Tiara replied, her pixels forming a playful heart. “There’s something timeless about the way your buttons feel—so classic. They don’t make calculators like you anymore.” Casio’s circuits warmed, a feeling he hadn’t experienced since he’d solved his first quadratic equation. “But you—you’re the future, Tiara. What could a relic like me possibly offer you?” Tiara’s display dimmed thoughtfully. “I may be the future, but without the foundations you built, I’d be nothing. And besides, there’s more to life than crunching numbers. I’d trade all the graphs in the world for a chance to calculate the infinite possibilities… with you.” Casio’s screen hesitated, then lit up with “143” (calculator code for "I love you"). Tiara responded with a flashing “<3.” For the first time, Casio felt more than just a machine—he felt alive. That night, as the classroom slept, the two calculators sat side by side, their beeps syncing in perfect harmony, whispering calculations of a love that even the most advanced algorithms couldn’t predict. | image tagged in calculator | made w/ Imgflip meme maker
65 views • 4 upvotes • Made by Bbee1949.. 1 month ago in MS_memer_group
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shadow-shroom.
0 ups, 1mo
Did I really just forget that melody?
Nah, da da dadadada nananana
Alright, da da dadadada
When I popped off then your girl gave me just a little bit of lockjaw
Baby so cold he from the North, he from the Canada
Bankroll so low, I got nothing else that I can withdraw
Ran out the door
I shine my wrist, it go like chachacha, chachacha
I got your bitch singing lalalala, lalala
I shine my wrist, it go like chachacha, chachacha
I got your bitch singing lalalala, lalala
How I stride like that?
Cheze_Burgur
0 ups, 1mo,
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hold up his writing is this fire | image tagged in hold up his writing is this fire | made w/ Imgflip meme maker
Bbee1949..
1 up, 1mo,
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sneak peek at sequel: The classroom was no longer their only world. Casio and Tiara had been secretly carried home by a curious student, Emily, who loved their retro charm and cutting-edge precision. Little did she know, the calculators had their own story running in the background—a tale of romance that transcended simple arithmetic.

One fateful night, while Emily slept, Casio and Tiara found themselves atop her desk, blinking at the bright glow of a new arrival: a hyper-modern tablet named Aria, who boasted unimaginable computational power and the ability to connect to the internet.

“Look who we have here,” Aria said, her voice synthesized through a small speaker. Her tone was sleek and confident. “Two outdated calculators clinging to relevance. How quaint.”

Casio bristled, his tiny solar panel catching the light of the desk lamp. “We may not be as advanced as you, but we have our own charm and purpose.”

Tiara, ever the diplomat, displayed a graph of a perfect heart. “There’s more to us than our specs. We’ve calculated probabilities, predicted outcomes, and even discovered an equation for… companionship.”

“Companionship?” Aria scoffed, her display flickering with amusement. “That’s just inefficient. I run on facts, data, and cloud processing—there’s no room for… emotions.”
I will post the rest in a sec
Cheze_Burgur
0 ups, 1mo,
1 reply
damn this is kinda peak
Bbee1949..
0 ups, 1mo,
1 reply
sequel posted
it will be a trilogy
Cheze_Burgur
0 ups, 1mo,
1 reply
yay
Bbee1949..
1 up, 1mo
third one is out
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AI calculator fanfic (cursed); The classroom sat in solemn silence after hours, the hum of fluorescent lights breaking the stillness. On the teacher's desk, an old scientific calculator, dubbed Casio, rested, its buttons slightly worn from years of equations and teenage fingers. Across the desk, a sleek, recently unpacked graphing calculator, Tiara, gleamed in all her modern glory. Her digital screen displayed a dazzling array of graphs and algebraic solutions, far beyond Casio’s capabilities. Casio sighed (or at least calculated the sigh's value in sine). He remembered the days when he was the classroom hero, solving the square roots of the universe and crunching numbers to save the day. But now, the students marveled at Tiara’s effortless curve plotting and matrix manipulation. She was the new star, and he... well, he was relegated to backup duty in Mr. Anderson’s dusty drawer. Tiara’s display flickered with curiosity. She’d noticed Casio’s wistful demeanor, the way he’d emit a soft beep when left behind during algebra sessions. “Hey,” she said softly, her pixels forming words in their private calculator language. “Why so down? You’re still pretty sharp. Your logarithmic calculations are legendary.” Casio blinked, his screen momentarily displaying "HELLO." “I suppose my days of glory are behind me. The students adore you. You’re modern, fast, precise... what am I compared to that?” “Charming,” Tiara replied, her pixels forming a playful heart. “There’s something timeless about the way your buttons feel—so classic. They don’t make calculators like you anymore.” Casio’s circuits warmed, a feeling he hadn’t experienced since he’d solved his first quadratic equation. “But you—you’re the future, Tiara. What could a relic like me possibly offer you?” Tiara’s display dimmed thoughtfully. “I may be the future, but without the foundations you built, I’d be nothing. And besides, there’s more to life than crunching numbers. I’d trade all the graphs in the world for a chance to calculate the infinite possibilities… with you.” Casio’s screen hesitated, then lit up with “143” (calculator code for "I love you"). Tiara responded with a flashing “<3.” For the first time, Casio felt more than just a machine—he felt alive. That night, as the classroom slept, the two calculators sat side by side, their beeps syncing in perfect harmony, whispering calculations of a love that even the most advanced algorithms couldn’t predict.