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yay cyborg crack fic
previous entry has the beginning of that.
"I've isolated the damaged circuits so they won't cause you trouble. If you think you can manage the stabilizing program I used on these pesky subroutines on your own, I can reconnect you now. I'm finished with taking out the bad stuff anyway. Just promise you won't touch anything."
Sasuke's upper lip curls up in disgust. "I don't /want/ to touch anything."
The blond snickers as he types a few commands on a handheld datapad. "It's in the folder named narutorulz. Just keep it running with at least twenty-seven percent priority, or else your subroutines will swarm it."
"I suppose Naruto is you," Sasuke grunts as he takes control of his body again. Toes wriggling, check. Temperature gauges, check -- and fuck, but that metal slab he's laying on is freezing. Disturbing lack of feedback from his arm, check. Everything seems as okay as it's supposed to be, which isn't much -- but at least it isn't worse.
"Yup. Uzumaki Naruto. I don't suppose your name is actually prettybot," the idiot adds with an attempt at a leer that would be more disturbing and less annoying if he wasn't trying not to snicker.
Uchiha android, Genin model, specializations : Stealth, Assassination, number seven. UG-7 SA. "Uchiha Sasuke."
The smile on the moron's face is weirdly worrying. "So. Show me your stuff."
"Show me you have the parts," Sasuke snaps back as he sits up cautiously.
Naruto laughs and waggles his eyebrows. "Oh, I have them. Seriously, what's telling me that you won't try to knock me out and run off with them?"
"I would, if I could install them myself."
"Well at least you're honest. I like that."
He disappears through a door Sasuke assumed was just a particularly badly assembled part of the wall. There are noises of cupboards opening and heavy stuff shuffled around, then the fox reappears, carrying a plastic -- is that Tupperware? God.
"Here. Three left arms, two right, a left foot and a right knee. And a few fingers, and wires and stuff."
Sasuke doesn't ask how he came into possession of these, when all Uchiha units are supposed to be destroyed entirely upon termination. The reply would undoubtedly push the capabilities of the little program.
"I had a spine too, but I lost it at gambling, and ain't that an interesting story all on its own," he adds, mumbling.
Sasuke scowls, and tries not to wonder if he knew the unit in question. "It would be useless anyway; these parts are not interchangeable."
"Ah. Okay, so I showed you my stuff. Now show me yours," the blond snickers.
Sasuke sneers. So childish, to still laugh at such crude innuendo. He gets on his feet -- and his shirt slides off his empty arm socket. Apparently it had been draped over his chest for modesty's sake, a courtesy that takes him by surprise coming from that tactless prick, not that he believes for one second that Naruto nobly refused to peek while he could. Refusing to think about it, Sasuke let the shirt slide off his other arm, catching it and flinging it on the metal worktop.
Then he activates the hardening of the syntheskin over his upper body. The cells solidify and lock together, kept stuck together in carefully interlocked plates by the low electrical current he's emitting. The color shifts from pale flesh to dull metal gray, the alloy molding itself to the contours of what's underneath.
Naruto doesn't say anything for a few long seconds, which surprises Sasuke. He arches an eyebrow, and stares until the blond shakes his head and grins.
"Whoa. Neat. How does it work -- electrical charge, right?"
Sasuke grunts. If he knows, why does he ask?
"Can I touch?"
"No."
"I would think you didn't feel it when in that ... state...?"
"Armor shift."
"Yeah, well--"
Sasuke decides that answering his infernal curiosity may actually keep him quiet. He can always try. "I don't. I feel pressure over ten kilograms per square centimeter, that's all."
"So why?" the blond retorts, almost bouncing on the balls of his feet. His tail is waving, fucking waving. Sasuke wants to kick him.
"I don't want you to," he snaps, aggravated.
"Oh, come on, I touched you when you were in... skin shift, is it?"
"And I didn't want you to, then, either."
"Ah, but it felt nice, almost like human skin."
Almost? Sasuke thinks. The illusion is supposed to be perfect. Before he can ask, though, the idiot starts badgering him again.
"Come on, I just want to know. I've never seen an alloy like this before. What is it?"
"Classified."
"Neat name," Naruto replies sarcastically. "But seriously. Is it slick? Slightly scratchy? Does it feel strange from being skin-like part of the time? What temperature?"
Sasuke answers out of pure self-defense -- he's starting to get lost under the onslaught of questions. "... A few degrees above room temperature right now. You might feel a slight tingle from the charge.
"... Neeeaaat. Can I touch?"
"I told you so you wouldn't have to!" Sasuke snaps, annoyed.
"Yeah, but I'm a tactile kinda guy. Things never feel real to me until I can get my hands on them."
Sasuke gives him a dark glare. "Enough. Repair that arm now." He leans over the metal table to pick up his shirt again. He adjusted to the lack of arm already, gyros compensating automatically, but he still feels out of balance. It's unnerving. He doesn't like being unnerved. If the irritating furry bothers him again, he's going to shove him through a wall.
Not that the rusty metal sheets that make up the shack's walls would resist that much.
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if anything doesn't make sense, or you don't see how it could work, tell me, okay? i already have trouble talking geek in french, so in english... x_x
"I've isolated the damaged circuits so they won't cause you trouble. If you think you can manage the stabilizing program I used on these pesky subroutines on your own, I can reconnect you now. I'm finished with taking out the bad stuff anyway. Just promise you won't touch anything."
Sasuke's upper lip curls up in disgust. "I don't /want/ to touch anything."
The blond snickers as he types a few commands on a handheld datapad. "It's in the folder named narutorulz. Just keep it running with at least twenty-seven percent priority, or else your subroutines will swarm it."
"I suppose Naruto is you," Sasuke grunts as he takes control of his body again. Toes wriggling, check. Temperature gauges, check -- and fuck, but that metal slab he's laying on is freezing. Disturbing lack of feedback from his arm, check. Everything seems as okay as it's supposed to be, which isn't much -- but at least it isn't worse.
"Yup. Uzumaki Naruto. I don't suppose your name is actually prettybot," the idiot adds with an attempt at a leer that would be more disturbing and less annoying if he wasn't trying not to snicker.
Uchiha android, Genin model, specializations : Stealth, Assassination, number seven. UG-7 SA. "Uchiha Sasuke."
The smile on the moron's face is weirdly worrying. "So. Show me your stuff."
"Show me you have the parts," Sasuke snaps back as he sits up cautiously.
Naruto laughs and waggles his eyebrows. "Oh, I have them. Seriously, what's telling me that you won't try to knock me out and run off with them?"
"I would, if I could install them myself."
"Well at least you're honest. I like that."
He disappears through a door Sasuke assumed was just a particularly badly assembled part of the wall. There are noises of cupboards opening and heavy stuff shuffled around, then the fox reappears, carrying a plastic -- is that Tupperware? God.
"Here. Three left arms, two right, a left foot and a right knee. And a few fingers, and wires and stuff."
Sasuke doesn't ask how he came into possession of these, when all Uchiha units are supposed to be destroyed entirely upon termination. The reply would undoubtedly push the capabilities of the little program.
"I had a spine too, but I lost it at gambling, and ain't that an interesting story all on its own," he adds, mumbling.
Sasuke scowls, and tries not to wonder if he knew the unit in question. "It would be useless anyway; these parts are not interchangeable."
"Ah. Okay, so I showed you my stuff. Now show me yours," the blond snickers.
Sasuke sneers. So childish, to still laugh at such crude innuendo. He gets on his feet -- and his shirt slides off his empty arm socket. Apparently it had been draped over his chest for modesty's sake, a courtesy that takes him by surprise coming from that tactless prick, not that he believes for one second that Naruto nobly refused to peek while he could. Refusing to think about it, Sasuke let the shirt slide off his other arm, catching it and flinging it on the metal worktop.
Then he activates the hardening of the syntheskin over his upper body. The cells solidify and lock together, kept stuck together in carefully interlocked plates by the low electrical current he's emitting. The color shifts from pale flesh to dull metal gray, the alloy molding itself to the contours of what's underneath.
Naruto doesn't say anything for a few long seconds, which surprises Sasuke. He arches an eyebrow, and stares until the blond shakes his head and grins.
"Whoa. Neat. How does it work -- electrical charge, right?"
Sasuke grunts. If he knows, why does he ask?
"Can I touch?"
"No."
"I would think you didn't feel it when in that ... state...?"
"Armor shift."
"Yeah, well--"
Sasuke decides that answering his infernal curiosity may actually keep him quiet. He can always try. "I don't. I feel pressure over ten kilograms per square centimeter, that's all."
"So why?" the blond retorts, almost bouncing on the balls of his feet. His tail is waving, fucking waving. Sasuke wants to kick him.
"I don't want you to," he snaps, aggravated.
"Oh, come on, I touched you when you were in... skin shift, is it?"
"And I didn't want you to, then, either."
"Ah, but it felt nice, almost like human skin."
Almost? Sasuke thinks. The illusion is supposed to be perfect. Before he can ask, though, the idiot starts badgering him again.
"Come on, I just want to know. I've never seen an alloy like this before. What is it?"
"Classified."
"Neat name," Naruto replies sarcastically. "But seriously. Is it slick? Slightly scratchy? Does it feel strange from being skin-like part of the time? What temperature?"
Sasuke answers out of pure self-defense -- he's starting to get lost under the onslaught of questions. "... A few degrees above room temperature right now. You might feel a slight tingle from the charge.
"... Neeeaaat. Can I touch?"
"I told you so you wouldn't have to!" Sasuke snaps, annoyed.
"Yeah, but I'm a tactile kinda guy. Things never feel real to me until I can get my hands on them."
Sasuke gives him a dark glare. "Enough. Repair that arm now." He leans over the metal table to pick up his shirt again. He adjusted to the lack of arm already, gyros compensating automatically, but he still feels out of balance. It's unnerving. He doesn't like being unnerved. If the irritating furry bothers him again, he's going to shove him through a wall.
Not that the rusty metal sheets that make up the shack's walls would resist that much.
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if anything doesn't make sense, or you don't see how it could work, tell me, okay? i already have trouble talking geek in french, so in english... x_x
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Though Clone-ness would be just as great? XP XP Don't kill me!
Anyways, as I've been readin' your lj.... for months now, I was suddenly hit over the head by a wave of obviousness. Why have I never added you as my friend, instead of just refreshing your lj incessently?
So if you wouldn't mind, may I add you? ^^
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Oh god yes, it does, and you should tell it.
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I love this so much! I'm looking forward to more of it, whenever you get around to it. No rush though...*is so happy to have gotten to read two parts of it in one day* *so impressed and happy*
One thing, maybe...
/Temperature gauges, check -- and fuck, but that metal slab he's laying on is freezing./ maybe change laying on to lying on? I don't know, my brain feels fuzzy...
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For a second, it wasn't obvious which 'he' it was, though on second thought I figured it out.
As an ex-biologist, I'd say that his skin is not made of cells per se, rather some sort of alloy that has two states, depending on its electromagnetic properties. Pseudo-cells maybe. A good immitation, capable of some pretty neat tricks ^_^ Any second now, Naruto is going to start to drool...
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And anyway, any AU not set in some thinly-veiled American high school or college is all good . . . . ^_^
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Also, the tupperware amuses me so much. =]
Everything seems to work pretty well--you seem to speak geek fine to me. Love the folder named narutorulz.
Only nitpick is that when Sasuke says, "It would be useless anyway; these parts are not interchangable," I think it might work better as "those parts." He's refering to the spine, right?
I love this fic.
~Sam
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"is that Tupperware? God. "
XDD pôv Sasuke qui croit qu'il va être transformé en boîte fraîcheur pour les salades des ménagères de moins de 50 ans :p
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I like this. It appeals to me. Not just because I'm an AU whore, either. But the concept is interesting and not one I've seen done this well.
More, yes, please?
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or something.
this is good stuff. can you maybe explain why Naruto is a furry? is it natural? is it done with cybernetics?
:D i like. more peese.
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... go ahead. *snerks* *loves on*
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And the funeral will be weird, and attended by a horde of creepily sexy two-foot-tall Asian bishie dolls.
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. . .
thank you. ^___^ *shines rays of luuuurve*
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yanno,i really need to find a plot at some point, rather than a few "ohhh, THAT would be neat" ideas.
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*ish happy* X33333
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I will mention the naruto thing eventually.
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it's been too long since i read a good, long, technical story. I keep struggling with the explanations. ;_;
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laying, lying.. rargh. If you think the other one sounds better, i'll trust you. *edits*
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school fics are almost always awful, and always OOC.
(though the RP![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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maintenant je dois trouver un passé pour naruto. je sais toujours pas pourquoi il est furry. dire que ça devait être un PWP. satanés plotbunnies.
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Only crit I can offer is:
...The cells solidify and lock together, kept stuck together in carefully interlocked plates...
You could easily drop the 'stuck' from that part. It read a little awkwardly for me, personally, and if you take it out, the sentence runs just as well.
*tosses her 2 feathers into the pot*
Not that I can really remark - I've forgotten 95% of my yr 11 french. *sweatdrop*
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Uchiha android, Genin model, specializations : Stealth, Assassination, number seven. UG-7 SA. "Uchiha Sasuke."
What is number seven refering to? Special code for some top secret thing he specualize in?
One question I have is, are you going to get into how and why Sasuke is the last unit left? It seems that when they were talking about 'that Uchiha' unit went beserk, the rest of them got terminated afterward.
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I want to add you to my flist, so I can just stop pretending I don't really want to read your fanfiction from a series I don't keep up with, and yet still find myself here once a week or so catching up. *blush*
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Oh, and "prettybot"...*snicker*...I love that!
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7 is just a quick ref at team seven XD i needed a number to throw in ^^
So basically his name is Uchiha Genin (team)7 SAsuke.
I'll get into it at some point, probably... if i ever find a plot for that fic. But Itachi got to most of the other units -- he just let sasuke live because... well, because. (actually i have a reason, i just don't know how to write it well. hmmm. *ponders*)
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