Traditional style colour tattoo on a forearm showing C-3PO above red flowers and a grey banner reading STAY GOLD.

C-3PO with banner and flowers on forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A bold, traditional-style tattoo of the droid C-3PO, shown from the chest up, with a grey banner across the bottom that reads STAY GOLD. Two red flowers with dark green leaves frame the figure on either side. The thick black outlines are filled with flat orange, gold and red ink with light shading on the metal body, and the tattoo sits centrally on a pale forearm against a white background.

Traditional Forearm Droid Star wars Banner Lettering Flower Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Anselm found the golden thing in the snow below the north gate the winter the bell cracked. It was the height of a boy and shaped like a man who had been pressed flat and then polished, its face a small oval of hammered brass with two round eyes that never quite closed. It spoke in a voice like a kettle coming to the boil, and its first words were a sum: four hundred and twelve steps from the gate to the refectory, counted twice.

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The brothers argued over whether it was a saint's tool or a devil's, and the abbot settled it by setting it to the copying room. It could read seventeen tongues and cared for none of them. It polished the gilt letters on the psalters until they threw light across the cells. When a novice asked why it bothered, since nobody ever saw the back of a page, it said that gold is only gold if it is kept so, and went back to its rag.

In the hungry month the snow closed the pass and the flour ran low. The machine walked the drifts for three nights and came back with a farmer's boy strapped to its shoulders and a sack of barley in its arms. Its brass had frosted white and gone dull in patches. Anselm rubbed it with ash and vinegar by the fire, and it asked, in its kettle voice, whether the dull parts would come back. He said they would, if they were kept. It said nothing for a long while, then asked him to read the psalm about the lamp under the bushel, and he did.

When Anselm died, old and sore-kneed, they found a banner folded in its keeping, grey silk cut from an altar cloth, with words stitched in wheat-coloured thread: STAY GOLD. The brothers hung it over the gate, and every dawn the machine stood beneath it, polishing its own face until the sun caught it.