Does she poop?

Does she poop?

Does she eat?

I wish.

Slutty emotive gay Motoko is best Motoko.

Girls don't poop to begin with.

Why do they always forget video game Motoko.

>someone had to program how a vagina feels sensations in 1s and 0s

Good question.

pretty easy actually
1 or 0

Thus the importance of gender diversity in tech.

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Considering the level of tech in her era I assume her waste is excreted as an invisible odorless vapor.

the 1 inserts into the 0

Does she play with poop?

How do you program taste?

very carefully

Why does she look like a boy?

Because it takes place in a post-2015 world.

Make her a girl again.

she looks perfect

Most of the brain's metabolic activity is respirating glucose and oxygen into water + CO2 in order to make ATP to power axonal Na+/P+ ion pumps.

Assuming her cyberbrain is just powered by a glucose gel reservoir, she wouldn't really be in much need of a complicated renal and excretory system.

No, no. You can't bring in reality. Because the brain relies on much of the rest of the body as the rest relies on it. Not just for food but so much else. Fully cyborgized individuals is just not a working theory at this point.

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Even full cyborgs in gits still have human brains, so they need some nutrients to keep it from dying.

they explained they get robo paste for required food. the rest is just pleasure

There are still bathrooms in cyberpunk Japan. Remember how she escapes through a public restroom in 2nd Gig?

Presumably the trainees that had been following her would have thought it suspicious if a full bodied cyborg went into a bathroom if she didn't poop.

not everyone is full prosthetic though as explained by the giggling man

The robo paste isn't perfectly converted into fuel though. There has to be some waste, whether it's liquid or solid.

No but the trainees who were tailing Motoko knew she was a full cyborg, not just your average person.

thats as far as my knowledge goes. I only recall some of the conversation with batou drinking beer and Daisuke referring to him not needing it

on my chest.