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windandwater iz a biatch from HELL
http://www.livejournal.com/users/windandwater/653938.html
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In other news, I'm starting a new fic right now. someone shoot me. x_x
edit: posting complete teamwork chapter to ffnet. too lazy to link back. so there. Also, the new fic is eating at me. i want to sleep, but it refuses to let me go. T_T
Girls, sorry i left so fast, AIM randomly closed on me and i decided that since i was going anyway... ah well. night my lovelies.
The place is dirty with grease and littered with rusty, outdated parts. The scrap yard is overflowing inside the wobbly hut that dares to call itself a repairs shop. It doesn't inspire trust, especially for one used to clean, smooth whiteness and diligent attendants with shining white teeth and a neat suit.
The man who trudges out manages to inspire more distrust than his whole property does. He's dressed in baggy, glaring orange pants and a tight net shirt that wouldn't look out of place on a Silversnow druggie, and he's not even equipped with a datajack -- his muscled neck is only marred by a smudge of dirt, no cybernetic port anywhere in sight. And on top of that, he's a goddamn furry.
Sasuke, though, doesn't have a choice -- because the smiling, clean vendors only have the latest models, and don't have a clue how to help him.
"Yeah?" the furry drawls out, coming to a stop a few feet away, hands in his pockets negligently, reddish, triangular ears lazily tracking the sounds a mangy cat is making as it hunts a rat through a crumbling hovercar. If that's how he greets clients, Sasuke understands why his yard looks like a field of garbage.
His blue eyes have cat-slit pupils. Sasuke wonders where he got the money to pay for that kind of alteration -- eyes surgery is a lot more expensive than adding ears on, unless one doesn't mind ending up blind for the sake of coolness.
"I'm waiting."
Sasuke scowls. The guy's rude, too. "I was told you might have Uchiha parts."
"Huh, maybe I do. What d'you need that for? Research? Museum?"
Sasuke's fists clench, and then his left arm spasms and he can feel a fuse blow inside. Fuck. "Personal use," he sneers. "So? Will a few creds jar your memory, or did you miss an update?"
The furry chuckles at the use of metalhead slang, and smirks, baring disturbingly pointy canines. "Personal use. Right. Whatcha gonna do with it, tech-boy, build it a shrine? Masturbate to its lost glory? You geeks are all the same."
Sasuke really regrets the fact that giving that dick a good electrical shock will probably fry his circuits. Besides, his accumulators are too damaged to let him dredge up much power. It wouldn't do to have to be carried home because his limbs stopped working.
"I need them," he hisses, "to repair my fucking arm."
His censor flashes yellow at him in the corner of his eye, but he deactivates the subprogram with an angry mental slap. He's been discharged. He isn't property of the Konoha police anymore. He's free. He doesn't need to stay polite with the public.
Furry-boy's eyes narrow, and for a second he almost looks smart enough to be that cyber tech they directed Sasuke to, but he forgets the flash of wary expectance the second the man pokes him in the shoulder.
He has claws. Sasuke had to unscrew plates to get at the wiring, to keep from frying anymore circuits. Putting his claws in the middle of the disconnected wires gets the blond furry a mild shock; what it gets Sasuke is eleven long seconds of total lockdown as his body frantically reroutes power to keep from overloading.
"Whoops, sorry," the moron quips as he ruffles his blond hair in what looks like a token effort at sheepishness. "But... Fuck. I thought there were no more models like you. Didn't they stop making you guys after that one went berserk?"
Sasuke grits his teeth. "They did. I am the last functioning Uchiha unit, and I require replacement parts, which they are not manufacturing anymore for obvious reasons. You will find me some or I will break your face for poking your fingers in my circuits. Roger?"
The furry is looking amused. Sasuke wonders if the idiot even knows how many ways he could kill him, and slaps down yet another warning flash. Unjustified use of lethal force against civilian yadda yadda -- he's not a cop anymore. He can unjustify anything he wants. Dumb subroutines. He hates that auto-restore feature.
"Man, they didn't bother with the politeness pack, did they?" Before Sasuke can skewer him on his elbow blade, the blond continues. "I tell you what... I have a few spares lying around. I'll have to salvage a bit since I doubt I have a complete hand-arm-shoulder section, so that might take time..."
"Name your price." You fucking bastard.
"Nah, this is a challenge, and I'm bored. I won't even charge you." His eyes gleam, and Sasuke's alert subroutine starts whispering in the back of his mind. "So long as you let me get a good long look at what an Uchiha unit is supposed to be like when functioning."
Sasuke turns around and walks off.
He only gets a few meters away before the furry follows, jogging to stand behind him and the exit. "Hey, hey, What's the matter? You shy or what? Don't tell me no one's ever seen you naked." The blond leers, ears flicking forward. Sasuke briefly thinks that it must be a while since he had them grafted on -- that kind of muscle control on animal implants is something that only comes with years of practice.
"You are not authorized to view --" Sasuke shakes his head briefly, beating down the automatic response -- fuck, fuck, FUCK these subroutines. "My innards," he says instead, drawling contemptuously, "are classified. No deal."
The blond watches him in silence for a few seconds, then smirks. His fangs must be unpractical; humans have no need for such prominent canines. Sasuke bets he drools in his sleep and bites his tongue a lot.
"If you let me tinker around with them -- I promise to put everything back exactly the way I found it -- I'll arrange to exorcise the ghost programming."
Sasuke stares at him. How -- how? How did he guess -- could he really -- FUCK!! His blades rip through his clothes, springing from his elbow and arm as he switches into combat mode without meaning to. "That statement is a violation of the Prohibition Against Disruption of the Internal Processes of a Law Enforcement Unit." God, he doesn't want to arrest the blond -- " Under the mandates of subclause b, I am fully authorized to contain you and bring you into the proper law officials" -- he's the only guy Sasuke ever found who looked as if he might know of a way to help -- "If you resist I am authorized under subclause 4c to use lethal force." --- but even now, even when he's supposedly free, his self still gets put away like a bothersome piece of furniture whenever the army subroutines are tripped. And he knows how long hackers caught committing a felony survive in prison.
His damaged arm twitches and a few sparks fly off. It upsets his balance just long enough that he manages to pause -- though he knows it won't be long enough to let the furry run...
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Sasuke stares at the dirty skylight, puzzled. There's rust on the edge of the panels making up the ceiling. He tries to sit up, and he can't. Did he lose so much power he was put on standby mode ? He wouldn't awaken before he has regained enough for simple movement. Unless, of course, that too was faulty.
"Awake, prettybot?"
A widely grinning face appears in his line of vision. His hand stays at his side, even despite how badly he wants to reach out and strangle the son of a bitch. His hand stays at his side, and his legs refuse to move -- in fact, he can't move anything but his face.
"I am going to kill you."
The moron is laughing so hard he has to lean on... whatever it is Sasuke is laying down on.
"I was kidding, jesus. Lighten up. So I've started cleaning up the superficial programming stuff, but I didn't want to reach too deep without your consent, so I just froze them for a little while. You better not reboot before we're done negotiating, or we'll be fucked in a not-fun way."
Sasuke glares.
"And if you can't feel your left arm, it's normal, I took it out. Man, what did you do with it? It's a wonder you didn't explode. It looks like you grabbed a high-voltage wire. Everything inside is melted. Doubt I can even salvage the framework."
Sasuke glares more. He doesn't know what to feel. On one hand he knows faulty parts have to be changed. On the other hand, he lacks a part of his body. There's a big gap in his perceptions where feedback from his arm should be, and it's not. It's unsettling.
"So, since you're unable to move, let's talk payment a bit more."
Sasuke is kind of glad Uchiha minds are more or less unhackable. The superficial area isn't where he keeps his bank codes and other stuff, and it's the only one outsiders can reach. He's pretty sure if the blond could have looted him and left him to rust in a corner of his yard, he would have. Most hackers, weirdly, don't really consider AIs to be real people. Contrary to normal people who only see other people looking and behaving like humans, hackers know exactly what kind of programs imitate Life inside their heads. For them AIs are pseudolife only. Sasuke would be terminated, not murdered. It's not a big fucking difference from his point of view.
"For changing your arm, I want permission to see your body, inside and out. I'll need to see a good part of it anyway, when I recalibrate and stuff."
Sasuke is glad he can't shudder. Being seen naked is bad, but being seen without his panels, with his wiring and motors and joints exposed? It would be way worse.
But it's that or going armless. "... fine," he growls, and dearly regrets his blades.
"You didn't tell me what you did with your arm."
"No, I didn't." Sasuke is trying to keep track of the blond's movements. He's walking around and moving stuff, but Sasuke can't turn his head to watch him.
"Oh, come on, don't be an ass. I need to know if it was external or not -- and there's some really weird circuitry here, I have to know if I should keep it or change it for better insulated stuff."
Sasuke grits his teeth. The guy already knows enough classified stuff to justify his death. What's one more time?
"It was internal. High-voltage jolt. I was supposed to use it twice a day maximum. I used it three times. My arm overloaded. Enough info?" he grits out. The Chidori is one of the most secret weapons of the Uchihas. No one should see it and live. But then, he thinks to appease absent subroutines, the idiot hasn't seen it yet. Just heard about it.
"What kinda voltage?"
"You don't need to know."
"I can guess anyway," the furry replies with a weird tone in his voice. "To make that kind of metal alloy melt... Fuck, that's some serious firepower." He sighs like a schoolgirl holding her crush's letters jacket, and Sasuke cringes inwardly. If that bastard does anything inappropriate, Sasuke will stuff his stupid furry tail up his ass.
And to think he had the gall to call him a geek earlier.
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In other news, I'm starting a new fic right now. someone shoot me. x_x
edit: posting complete teamwork chapter to ffnet. too lazy to link back. so there. Also, the new fic is eating at me. i want to sleep, but it refuses to let me go. T_T
Girls, sorry i left so fast, AIM randomly closed on me and i decided that since i was going anyway... ah well. night my lovelies.
The place is dirty with grease and littered with rusty, outdated parts. The scrap yard is overflowing inside the wobbly hut that dares to call itself a repairs shop. It doesn't inspire trust, especially for one used to clean, smooth whiteness and diligent attendants with shining white teeth and a neat suit.
The man who trudges out manages to inspire more distrust than his whole property does. He's dressed in baggy, glaring orange pants and a tight net shirt that wouldn't look out of place on a Silversnow druggie, and he's not even equipped with a datajack -- his muscled neck is only marred by a smudge of dirt, no cybernetic port anywhere in sight. And on top of that, he's a goddamn furry.
Sasuke, though, doesn't have a choice -- because the smiling, clean vendors only have the latest models, and don't have a clue how to help him.
"Yeah?" the furry drawls out, coming to a stop a few feet away, hands in his pockets negligently, reddish, triangular ears lazily tracking the sounds a mangy cat is making as it hunts a rat through a crumbling hovercar. If that's how he greets clients, Sasuke understands why his yard looks like a field of garbage.
His blue eyes have cat-slit pupils. Sasuke wonders where he got the money to pay for that kind of alteration -- eyes surgery is a lot more expensive than adding ears on, unless one doesn't mind ending up blind for the sake of coolness.
"I'm waiting."
Sasuke scowls. The guy's rude, too. "I was told you might have Uchiha parts."
"Huh, maybe I do. What d'you need that for? Research? Museum?"
Sasuke's fists clench, and then his left arm spasms and he can feel a fuse blow inside. Fuck. "Personal use," he sneers. "So? Will a few creds jar your memory, or did you miss an update?"
The furry chuckles at the use of metalhead slang, and smirks, baring disturbingly pointy canines. "Personal use. Right. Whatcha gonna do with it, tech-boy, build it a shrine? Masturbate to its lost glory? You geeks are all the same."
Sasuke really regrets the fact that giving that dick a good electrical shock will probably fry his circuits. Besides, his accumulators are too damaged to let him dredge up much power. It wouldn't do to have to be carried home because his limbs stopped working.
"I need them," he hisses, "to repair my fucking arm."
His censor flashes yellow at him in the corner of his eye, but he deactivates the subprogram with an angry mental slap. He's been discharged. He isn't property of the Konoha police anymore. He's free. He doesn't need to stay polite with the public.
Furry-boy's eyes narrow, and for a second he almost looks smart enough to be that cyber tech they directed Sasuke to, but he forgets the flash of wary expectance the second the man pokes him in the shoulder.
He has claws. Sasuke had to unscrew plates to get at the wiring, to keep from frying anymore circuits. Putting his claws in the middle of the disconnected wires gets the blond furry a mild shock; what it gets Sasuke is eleven long seconds of total lockdown as his body frantically reroutes power to keep from overloading.
"Whoops, sorry," the moron quips as he ruffles his blond hair in what looks like a token effort at sheepishness. "But... Fuck. I thought there were no more models like you. Didn't they stop making you guys after that one went berserk?"
Sasuke grits his teeth. "They did. I am the last functioning Uchiha unit, and I require replacement parts, which they are not manufacturing anymore for obvious reasons. You will find me some or I will break your face for poking your fingers in my circuits. Roger?"
The furry is looking amused. Sasuke wonders if the idiot even knows how many ways he could kill him, and slaps down yet another warning flash. Unjustified use of lethal force against civilian yadda yadda -- he's not a cop anymore. He can unjustify anything he wants. Dumb subroutines. He hates that auto-restore feature.
"Man, they didn't bother with the politeness pack, did they?" Before Sasuke can skewer him on his elbow blade, the blond continues. "I tell you what... I have a few spares lying around. I'll have to salvage a bit since I doubt I have a complete hand-arm-shoulder section, so that might take time..."
"Name your price." You fucking bastard.
"Nah, this is a challenge, and I'm bored. I won't even charge you." His eyes gleam, and Sasuke's alert subroutine starts whispering in the back of his mind. "So long as you let me get a good long look at what an Uchiha unit is supposed to be like when functioning."
Sasuke turns around and walks off.
He only gets a few meters away before the furry follows, jogging to stand behind him and the exit. "Hey, hey, What's the matter? You shy or what? Don't tell me no one's ever seen you naked." The blond leers, ears flicking forward. Sasuke briefly thinks that it must be a while since he had them grafted on -- that kind of muscle control on animal implants is something that only comes with years of practice.
"You are not authorized to view --" Sasuke shakes his head briefly, beating down the automatic response -- fuck, fuck, FUCK these subroutines. "My innards," he says instead, drawling contemptuously, "are classified. No deal."
The blond watches him in silence for a few seconds, then smirks. His fangs must be unpractical; humans have no need for such prominent canines. Sasuke bets he drools in his sleep and bites his tongue a lot.
"If you let me tinker around with them -- I promise to put everything back exactly the way I found it -- I'll arrange to exorcise the ghost programming."
Sasuke stares at him. How -- how? How did he guess -- could he really -- FUCK!! His blades rip through his clothes, springing from his elbow and arm as he switches into combat mode without meaning to. "That statement is a violation of the Prohibition Against Disruption of the Internal Processes of a Law Enforcement Unit." God, he doesn't want to arrest the blond -- " Under the mandates of subclause b, I am fully authorized to contain you and bring you into the proper law officials" -- he's the only guy Sasuke ever found who looked as if he might know of a way to help -- "If you resist I am authorized under subclause 4c to use lethal force." --- but even now, even when he's supposedly free, his self still gets put away like a bothersome piece of furniture whenever the army subroutines are tripped. And he knows how long hackers caught committing a felony survive in prison.
His damaged arm twitches and a few sparks fly off. It upsets his balance just long enough that he manages to pause -- though he knows it won't be long enough to let the furry run...
Darkness.
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Light.
Sasuke stares at the dirty skylight, puzzled. There's rust on the edge of the panels making up the ceiling. He tries to sit up, and he can't. Did he lose so much power he was put on standby mode ? He wouldn't awaken before he has regained enough for simple movement. Unless, of course, that too was faulty.
"Awake, prettybot?"
A widely grinning face appears in his line of vision. His hand stays at his side, even despite how badly he wants to reach out and strangle the son of a bitch. His hand stays at his side, and his legs refuse to move -- in fact, he can't move anything but his face.
"I am going to kill you."
The moron is laughing so hard he has to lean on... whatever it is Sasuke is laying down on.
"I was kidding, jesus. Lighten up. So I've started cleaning up the superficial programming stuff, but I didn't want to reach too deep without your consent, so I just froze them for a little while. You better not reboot before we're done negotiating, or we'll be fucked in a not-fun way."
Sasuke glares.
"And if you can't feel your left arm, it's normal, I took it out. Man, what did you do with it? It's a wonder you didn't explode. It looks like you grabbed a high-voltage wire. Everything inside is melted. Doubt I can even salvage the framework."
Sasuke glares more. He doesn't know what to feel. On one hand he knows faulty parts have to be changed. On the other hand, he lacks a part of his body. There's a big gap in his perceptions where feedback from his arm should be, and it's not. It's unsettling.
"So, since you're unable to move, let's talk payment a bit more."
Sasuke is kind of glad Uchiha minds are more or less unhackable. The superficial area isn't where he keeps his bank codes and other stuff, and it's the only one outsiders can reach. He's pretty sure if the blond could have looted him and left him to rust in a corner of his yard, he would have. Most hackers, weirdly, don't really consider AIs to be real people. Contrary to normal people who only see other people looking and behaving like humans, hackers know exactly what kind of programs imitate Life inside their heads. For them AIs are pseudolife only. Sasuke would be terminated, not murdered. It's not a big fucking difference from his point of view.
"For changing your arm, I want permission to see your body, inside and out. I'll need to see a good part of it anyway, when I recalibrate and stuff."
Sasuke is glad he can't shudder. Being seen naked is bad, but being seen without his panels, with his wiring and motors and joints exposed? It would be way worse.
But it's that or going armless. "... fine," he growls, and dearly regrets his blades.
"You didn't tell me what you did with your arm."
"No, I didn't." Sasuke is trying to keep track of the blond's movements. He's walking around and moving stuff, but Sasuke can't turn his head to watch him.
"Oh, come on, don't be an ass. I need to know if it was external or not -- and there's some really weird circuitry here, I have to know if I should keep it or change it for better insulated stuff."
Sasuke grits his teeth. The guy already knows enough classified stuff to justify his death. What's one more time?
"It was internal. High-voltage jolt. I was supposed to use it twice a day maximum. I used it three times. My arm overloaded. Enough info?" he grits out. The Chidori is one of the most secret weapons of the Uchihas. No one should see it and live. But then, he thinks to appease absent subroutines, the idiot hasn't seen it yet. Just heard about it.
"What kinda voltage?"
"You don't need to know."
"I can guess anyway," the furry replies with a weird tone in his voice. "To make that kind of metal alloy melt... Fuck, that's some serious firepower." He sighs like a schoolgirl holding her crush's letters jacket, and Sasuke cringes inwardly. If that bastard does anything inappropriate, Sasuke will stuff his stupid furry tail up his ass.
And to think he had the gall to call him a geek earlier.

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unique and interestingawful way to get someone to write fic! Justamazingevil.no subject
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Take cover, Asuka, THE ROMANTIC SASUSAKU IS COMING.
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Because they have dicks.Which is better then pussies. Because dicks fuck pussies. But dicks ALSO fuck assholes. ...
I seriously need to stop watching Team America.
**coughs** Ignore me.
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This new fics of yours, it's Gundam Wing, right? *quickly runs away*
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... *chases* RARRR.
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ZOMG!!!
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But I agree. Write teh gay smut.
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Au fait, tu pourrais me renvoyer Cristofori's Dream si tu l'a encore ? Je l'ai perdu lors d'un précédent déménagement/formatage/ménage dans les fichiers (rayer la mention inutile) ?? é_è
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... XPPP d'abord
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*remembers there ARE serious fics like that out there*
*wanders off to write something before going insane*
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(you make me feel like such a damn slacker in terms of fanfic stuff. XP You're always writing so many good fics! It's crazy.)
~Sam
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On a completely random note: Sasuke plushie! Every Naruto needs one!
*reads link* That was. . . *twitch. . . twiiiiitch!* very sadistic. It was traumatizing. . . it even beats out the Giant Insect Torture(you probably don't want to know). . . and it's useful!
Now then I'm off to work on my new story... ja!
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i'm totally ignoring that conversation. i think part of my brain has died.
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Also? It was totally awesome. So cute and in character, and I love the way you're bringing the incidents of the Naruto world into this. Yay! <3
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Oh, and did you know that the numbing stuff they use for Lasik eye sugery (you have to be awake for it, so they numb ya') doesn't work on 2% of the population? And they don't check beforeheand to see if it does?
Yeah.
That hurt like fucking hell.
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We're getting more of this eventually, right? *loves on*
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*is so very impressed*
cyberpunk NaruSasu....*bows down to your coolness*
*loves on you like whoa*
More? soon? Maybe?
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dans tout ça, ça fait un fic de plus à attendre ;__; pkoi es-tu si cruelle ? *ton dramatique*
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PARCE QUE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA.
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Robot!Sasuke
Foxy!Naruto
/swoons
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I hope you don't mind constructive feedback (ie, what leapt out at me and broke my concentration while I read, as well as the stuff that I really digged so much they made me smile like some loopy idjit). I don't give out this kind of stuff very often though, lack of time...
>> Sasuke's fists clench, and then his left arm spasms and he can feel a fuse blow inside.
The sort of movement it would take to make a fist clench is something that he’d have been doing just reaching to open doors or grab hold of something (and I don’t think he’s THAT mad yet at that point to clench his fist hard enough for a normal human to bust a muscle. Later on, he’s probably mad enough, but not now ^__^ ). So it feels a bit too happenstance to have the fuse blow at that point; why just now and not before? Unless the damage had been done real soon before. Maybe put something less permanent than a fuse blowing, something repeatable, like a temporary seize-up of the mechanisms while the various elements try to compensate for the brusque movement. Or a hydraulic leak and a warning flash from his sensors, something like that.
>> "Man, they didn't bother with the politeness pack, did they?"
Whahahaha!! I already love the characters and their interaction. This is gonna be full of snark, agro and one-liners, I just know it.
Oooh, and I love the automated subprograms that kick in, and the way he feels like his personality is shunted aside. I’m curious though; I’m surprised the police didn’t ‘decommission’ him or anything when they discharged him. He sounds like he’s raaather dangerous, and at this point, damaged and maybe slightly unstable. Of course, it sounds like he can’t hurt civilians (maybe probably?) but unless the police don’t mind vigilantism, they wouldn’t want him carving up criminals without proper jurisdiction, and at this point he’ll be doing it accidentally if he overhears the wrong conversation in a pub.
Lol, I *wonder* who the ‘previous unit that went beserk’ was. Not.
Very interesting point, how hackers wouldn’t consider AI to be ‘real’ people. Knowledge demystifies a lot. Erm, are you sure about that 'No sex' announcement at the start? *dangles lemon pudding in front of your nose*
Nice start! You very artfully give us enough to grasp what’s going on technically and plot-wise, while still making it fast, readable and not belaboring any explanation (man, I wish I could do that, that’s one of my weaknesses). Er, at least I think there’s enough there to understand what’s going on technology-wise. But then again, I’m a bit of a techhead myself, and a past reader of cyberpunk.
I'll go back to my dreams of electric sheep now...
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The police had and is still having several huge internal problems. Besides, they're almost swarmed in various mafias and huge corporations that think the law is beneath them. The least of their worries is a lone uchiha unit, and if that unit does some vigilantism, well, that's less for them to bother with.
(besides, if sasuke disappeared there would be questions, and then someone *ominous roll of thunder* would provide answers and other interesting information that the people in charge don't want the general population to hear. This person doesn't want Sasuke to die yet. *waits to see how long it will take you to figure out who that could be* XD)
Sasuke can ignore the police stuff, so long as he's not directly concerned. Druggies and low-scale smuggling were never his problem; he was after bigger fish. So long as people don't actually tell him that they're doing illegal stuff, he can pretend he didn't hear at all. But Naruto just proposed directly to him to hack into some uber-classified stuff, which is way too blatant to ignore.
I meant no sex in that bit only. XD it was supposed to be a PWP at first, and I can safely say that sexx0ring will happen at some point. Though i still have to figure out HOW. XD *snickers*
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