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(naruto) more cyborg thinger yay...
so to summarize my day... (yes I have a fucked up schedule, I know) I went to bed at ten am (which these days is my normal sleepytime). At noon, I got a very urgent and possibly-bad call from the national work agency, except I missed it cause yay asleep; mom had to wake me up, but it was too late. after much panicking and hunting for the right number (yay for answering machines that don't work like they should) I call back, and get someone who promises me that they'll have their colleague call me back sometime in the afternoon.
Spent the afternoon sleepy and cold and so damn exhausted I could have cried from the stress and frustration, staring at the goddamn phone. At seven PM there was still no call. So I stayed up anyway, to eat with my family at least.
One good thing is that somehow Cyber-Suke decided to talk to me again for a little bit. I still have no plot, but now i have one more (pointless) scene, i guess. but like I said i'm exhausted, so don't expect it to make as much sense as it should, and if you find typos or other stuff, i'm listening, cause i suck like that.
"How does it feel anyway?" Sasuke asks out of the blue, as he watches Naruto fix the platex cover on his shoulder. The skin tone is a little different and the quality ... well let's say it isn't worth a tenth of what syntheskin would cost to Sasuke, but he's a bit low on funds at the moment.
Naruto arches an eyebrow at him and hums, the screwdriver in his mouth wobbling dangerously.
"The syntheskin. You said it felt almost human. It's supposed to be perfect."
Naruto chuckles and pokes at his shoulder in various points, glancing at the readings on his handheld datascreen. "How's that feel?"
Naruto can read the numbers just fine. Maybe they don't speak to him clearly enough. Maybe he's just weird like that. "Like I'm wearing a space suit."
"Eh, best I could do. Besides I'm not that great at aesthetical details; you should be glad there's not a huge scar or weird folds or anything. Dumb skin joints... Gimme gyros and motors any day," he grumbles.
Sasuke ignores it; by now he has learned not to pay attention to his tangents. Or at least pretend like he isn't paying attention.
"You didn't answer."
"Yeah, still wondering why you're even remembering that. Wanna try getting enough creds to replace the whole thing?"
Sasuke snorts. "I'm not replacing the syntheskin I have. No other material comes even close to offering as much protection."
"Not true. There's that Mithril stuff.."
"... It's armor, not skin."
Naruto snickers, ears flicking. "Right. You wouldn't look as pretty with a helmet-head."
Sasuke frowns. He could list the comparatives in speed, mobility and the ability to blend in -- some alloys are harder, though, but it means heavier -- it would hinder him too much. Besides he's not a fan of getting stared at. He likes knowing that he's virtually indistinguishable from a real, flesh-and-blood human, that most people don't ever guess.
Okay, it might be because they think he's too much of a dick to be an artificial intelligence. Sasuke just doesn't see why he should make an effort at not seeming cynical and aggressive. He sees things for what they are, he doesn't know of any reason to trust anyone that isn't an unacceptable risk -- unless he has them by the balls, metaphorically or otherwise -- and if something's in his way, he removes it, no questions asked. He doesn't see why pretending to be otherwise would make things better -- except with sensitive bleeding hearts and he doesn't want to interact with that kind of naïve person in the first place.
If anything, Naruto has him by the balls, rather than the other way around, and Sasuke doesn't much like it -- he can't stand being forced to rely on people, especially people he doesn't know. But the probability of the furry being dishonest is dropping every hour. If Naruto wanted to hack him or sell him for parts, he would have had many occasions. Then again, the idiot might simply not be hurting for money, contrary to what his dilapidated junk yard would indicate, so he can actually afford to work for the price of the materials he's using, just to satisfy his curiosity.
Or he's just waiting for a reply from a potential buyer, and prefers to keep Sasuke functioning in the meantime so he can gather more data.
"... haha. You look like that Frankenstein guy. Who'd have thought there would be Uchihas with such dark skin?"
... or he's just a hyperactive idiot savant.
Sasuke's new arm, the one that isn't his own, is tanned. Not horribly so, but nothing to do with either the delicate rosy color of the joints or his own pale Asian skin. He flexes it, testing the way it responds. Huh. There's a slight lag, and it's not perfectly symmetrical to his original arm; he has to adjust his movements by a few millimeters. The arm doesn't have blades or the necessary conducts for the Chidori, the syntheskin is an older version than his own and doesn't respond all that well, and the forearm bones had to be readjusted; he can feel the slight bend in the metal. But it will let him go out and find a job, so he can gather more creds and pay Naruto back, while the furry works on fine-tuning his definitive arm. Then hopefully he can get a better skin job.
In the meantime, long-sleeved shirts are good, and maybe gloves as well. The patchwork look isn't the best way to pass as human. Which reminds him of his previous question, still unanswered.
"...in which way is it different from human skin?" he asks, staring at his new hand.
Naruto blinks at him, scratches his ear. "Ehh. Apart from the 'no moles, no real hairs' thing? Well for one thing it's freaky that you don't have scars -- and I'm not talking huge things across your face, I mean not even a poke mark from a zit or anything..."
"That's a visual clue, besides I could have had plastic surgery," Sasuke interrupts him impatiently. "To the touch, how is it different?"
"Well. You have veins, or at least there are places where your skin's a bit blue and bumpy -- and crap but that's cleverly done -- but it responds to pressure just the same as the rest of your skin, and it shouldn't."
That's the sort of difference in pressure he's unable to pick up on. It's just that subtle. It makes sense, though.
"Besides -- I dunno. No heartbeat."
"You can't feel /that/ through skin," Sasuke replies with a snort.
"Consciously, no," Naruto agrees with what passes for him as a pensive look. "There's still that niggling feeling that something's missing. You're just that tiny bit too still. Humans are never that steady."
"You knew what you were looking for, that's all," Sasuke replies, dissatisfied. Ah well, it means that normal humans really can't tell, right? At least so long as they don't get to see the repairs.
"Heh, maybe. Or maybe you're just too pretty to be true."
"Should I add some false scars?" he asks cynically.
"Nah, then you'd look like a pretty bad boy. Now you just look like a pretty emo boy."
"You have a fixation on my face."
Naruto snickers. "It's just funny to see something like that on someone who couldn't care less. Uchiha units had to infiltrate sometimes right? Why didn't they give you an average-looking face?"
"I was in service in the upper layers," Sasuke replies wearily. There's no use hiding that sort of little details from Naruto; he just nags and nags until the secret seems worthless compared to silence.
"Oh. Right. You'd have attracted attention just for not being scorching hot," Naruto mutters, rolling his eyes, presumably at the foolish, self-centered rich people who spend half their lives on operation tables. As if his ears and eyes and teeth and tail had come to him in the night, by magic.
Sasuke looks away, flexes his arm again, testing the way the false skin holds on at the shoulder. Huh -- it's going to crease. Hopefully he won't keep it long enough for that.
It's... good, not to be one-handed anymore. He runs his fingers up his new arm, testing the skin. He can't feel much of a difference. His sense of touch just isn't that refined. He's envious, briefly, but he has other advantages, doesn't he?
Naruto is watching him. Sasuke arches an eyebrow. He looks thoughtful; that's a weird look on him. "What?"
"Nah, nothing." Naruto grins suddenly. "Just didn't peg you as the type to touch yourself in public."
Sasuke blinks at him for a second before he gets it. "... Oh, shut the hell up already," he growls as he picks up his shirt and puts it on. "You're obsessed. Do you ever go ten minutes without thinking of sex?"
"You just don't know what you're missing."
"Not interested," Sasuke shoots back as he picks up his coat and stomps toward the door. It isn't entirely true; he's mildly curious -- the physical pleasure and psychological aspects must be more effective than they sound, to have so many people so irrationally fascinated with them. He's not telling Naruto that, though. He'd only feel encouraged to tease him.
The blond pouts, then smirks at Sasuke. "If you ever get curious, just tell me. I can hook you up with the bits, free of charge."
... Apparently, he doesn't really need the encouragement, though.
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Saro, it's nine PM, i'm going to crash now, not sure when i'll wake up but probably quite late for you. i'm sorry, love. ;_;
Spent the afternoon sleepy and cold and so damn exhausted I could have cried from the stress and frustration, staring at the goddamn phone. At seven PM there was still no call. So I stayed up anyway, to eat with my family at least.
One good thing is that somehow Cyber-Suke decided to talk to me again for a little bit. I still have no plot, but now i have one more (pointless) scene, i guess. but like I said i'm exhausted, so don't expect it to make as much sense as it should, and if you find typos or other stuff, i'm listening, cause i suck like that.
"How does it feel anyway?" Sasuke asks out of the blue, as he watches Naruto fix the platex cover on his shoulder. The skin tone is a little different and the quality ... well let's say it isn't worth a tenth of what syntheskin would cost to Sasuke, but he's a bit low on funds at the moment.
Naruto arches an eyebrow at him and hums, the screwdriver in his mouth wobbling dangerously.
"The syntheskin. You said it felt almost human. It's supposed to be perfect."
Naruto chuckles and pokes at his shoulder in various points, glancing at the readings on his handheld datascreen. "How's that feel?"
Naruto can read the numbers just fine. Maybe they don't speak to him clearly enough. Maybe he's just weird like that. "Like I'm wearing a space suit."
"Eh, best I could do. Besides I'm not that great at aesthetical details; you should be glad there's not a huge scar or weird folds or anything. Dumb skin joints... Gimme gyros and motors any day," he grumbles.
Sasuke ignores it; by now he has learned not to pay attention to his tangents. Or at least pretend like he isn't paying attention.
"You didn't answer."
"Yeah, still wondering why you're even remembering that. Wanna try getting enough creds to replace the whole thing?"
Sasuke snorts. "I'm not replacing the syntheskin I have. No other material comes even close to offering as much protection."
"Not true. There's that Mithril stuff.."
"... It's armor, not skin."
Naruto snickers, ears flicking. "Right. You wouldn't look as pretty with a helmet-head."
Sasuke frowns. He could list the comparatives in speed, mobility and the ability to blend in -- some alloys are harder, though, but it means heavier -- it would hinder him too much. Besides he's not a fan of getting stared at. He likes knowing that he's virtually indistinguishable from a real, flesh-and-blood human, that most people don't ever guess.
Okay, it might be because they think he's too much of a dick to be an artificial intelligence. Sasuke just doesn't see why he should make an effort at not seeming cynical and aggressive. He sees things for what they are, he doesn't know of any reason to trust anyone that isn't an unacceptable risk -- unless he has them by the balls, metaphorically or otherwise -- and if something's in his way, he removes it, no questions asked. He doesn't see why pretending to be otherwise would make things better -- except with sensitive bleeding hearts and he doesn't want to interact with that kind of naïve person in the first place.
If anything, Naruto has him by the balls, rather than the other way around, and Sasuke doesn't much like it -- he can't stand being forced to rely on people, especially people he doesn't know. But the probability of the furry being dishonest is dropping every hour. If Naruto wanted to hack him or sell him for parts, he would have had many occasions. Then again, the idiot might simply not be hurting for money, contrary to what his dilapidated junk yard would indicate, so he can actually afford to work for the price of the materials he's using, just to satisfy his curiosity.
Or he's just waiting for a reply from a potential buyer, and prefers to keep Sasuke functioning in the meantime so he can gather more data.
"... haha. You look like that Frankenstein guy. Who'd have thought there would be Uchihas with such dark skin?"
... or he's just a hyperactive idiot savant.
Sasuke's new arm, the one that isn't his own, is tanned. Not horribly so, but nothing to do with either the delicate rosy color of the joints or his own pale Asian skin. He flexes it, testing the way it responds. Huh. There's a slight lag, and it's not perfectly symmetrical to his original arm; he has to adjust his movements by a few millimeters. The arm doesn't have blades or the necessary conducts for the Chidori, the syntheskin is an older version than his own and doesn't respond all that well, and the forearm bones had to be readjusted; he can feel the slight bend in the metal. But it will let him go out and find a job, so he can gather more creds and pay Naruto back, while the furry works on fine-tuning his definitive arm. Then hopefully he can get a better skin job.
In the meantime, long-sleeved shirts are good, and maybe gloves as well. The patchwork look isn't the best way to pass as human. Which reminds him of his previous question, still unanswered.
"...in which way is it different from human skin?" he asks, staring at his new hand.
Naruto blinks at him, scratches his ear. "Ehh. Apart from the 'no moles, no real hairs' thing? Well for one thing it's freaky that you don't have scars -- and I'm not talking huge things across your face, I mean not even a poke mark from a zit or anything..."
"That's a visual clue, besides I could have had plastic surgery," Sasuke interrupts him impatiently. "To the touch, how is it different?"
"Well. You have veins, or at least there are places where your skin's a bit blue and bumpy -- and crap but that's cleverly done -- but it responds to pressure just the same as the rest of your skin, and it shouldn't."
That's the sort of difference in pressure he's unable to pick up on. It's just that subtle. It makes sense, though.
"Besides -- I dunno. No heartbeat."
"You can't feel /that/ through skin," Sasuke replies with a snort.
"Consciously, no," Naruto agrees with what passes for him as a pensive look. "There's still that niggling feeling that something's missing. You're just that tiny bit too still. Humans are never that steady."
"You knew what you were looking for, that's all," Sasuke replies, dissatisfied. Ah well, it means that normal humans really can't tell, right? At least so long as they don't get to see the repairs.
"Heh, maybe. Or maybe you're just too pretty to be true."
"Should I add some false scars?" he asks cynically.
"Nah, then you'd look like a pretty bad boy. Now you just look like a pretty emo boy."
"You have a fixation on my face."
Naruto snickers. "It's just funny to see something like that on someone who couldn't care less. Uchiha units had to infiltrate sometimes right? Why didn't they give you an average-looking face?"
"I was in service in the upper layers," Sasuke replies wearily. There's no use hiding that sort of little details from Naruto; he just nags and nags until the secret seems worthless compared to silence.
"Oh. Right. You'd have attracted attention just for not being scorching hot," Naruto mutters, rolling his eyes, presumably at the foolish, self-centered rich people who spend half their lives on operation tables. As if his ears and eyes and teeth and tail had come to him in the night, by magic.
Sasuke looks away, flexes his arm again, testing the way the false skin holds on at the shoulder. Huh -- it's going to crease. Hopefully he won't keep it long enough for that.
It's... good, not to be one-handed anymore. He runs his fingers up his new arm, testing the skin. He can't feel much of a difference. His sense of touch just isn't that refined. He's envious, briefly, but he has other advantages, doesn't he?
Naruto is watching him. Sasuke arches an eyebrow. He looks thoughtful; that's a weird look on him. "What?"
"Nah, nothing." Naruto grins suddenly. "Just didn't peg you as the type to touch yourself in public."
Sasuke blinks at him for a second before he gets it. "... Oh, shut the hell up already," he growls as he picks up his shirt and puts it on. "You're obsessed. Do you ever go ten minutes without thinking of sex?"
"You just don't know what you're missing."
"Not interested," Sasuke shoots back as he picks up his coat and stomps toward the door. It isn't entirely true; he's mildly curious -- the physical pleasure and psychological aspects must be more effective than they sound, to have so many people so irrationally fascinated with them. He's not telling Naruto that, though. He'd only feel encouraged to tease him.
The blond pouts, then smirks at Sasuke. "If you ever get curious, just tell me. I can hook you up with the bits, free of charge."
... Apparently, he doesn't really need the encouragement, though.
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Saro, it's nine PM, i'm going to crash now, not sure when i'll wake up but probably quite late for you. i'm sorry, love. ;_;
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:3 *loves on anyway*
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P.S. - rofl, Kabuto and Orochimaru high five icon. XDDD