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"What d'you mean I can't go and see my buddy?"
The man towers over Sasuke, crowding him. Sasuke turns his olfactory sensors down another notch; the smell of pot and other, less easily identifiable drugs makes him want to slam the guy against the closest wall and frisk him.
"I mean, you can't go and see your buddy," he repeats, slowly, giving him an unimpressed look. The guy doesn't behave like he took anything illegal today -- yet -- but he smells like he routinely carries enough for a whole building. Right, Sasuke's going to let a dealer inside the hospital unchecked, especially with the three dopeheads the police left there after that shooting last week.
"And why the hell not? No, I think you're gonna move over right fuckin' now!"
"Dude, lay off, he's told you three times now," Naruto pipes up from behind Sasuke. Sasuke frowns; he wants to tell Naruto to pay attention to his repairs and not to the altercation. He doesn't need anyone's help. But he's not stupid enough to take his eyes off the man for even one second.
"There's no one to walk you to the room and back. The end."
"Walk me -- what am I, a goddamn toddler? Are you sayin' I'd get lost? I can find the room on my own!"
Yes, and probably a bunch of other stuff. Expensive stuff. "I'm going to ask you to leave now."
"What the fuck, I'm not going to!"
Sasuke's eyes narrow. Damn his obligation to stay at least slightly polite. Oh well, it wasn't that different with the cops. "I will ask you a second time, and then I will make you."
The dealer scoffs and reaches for Sasuke's collar; Sasuke lets him come, and then he grabs his wrist, drops in a crouch, and sweeps the dealer's legs out from under him. A twist to the arm, and Sasuke is standing back up, with his foot firmly planted between the man's shoulder blades.
Behind him, Naruto claps; somewhere in the waiting room, someone whistles.
"You are going to leave now."
"Or what?" the man wheezes. "You'll call the police?"
Sasuke twists his hand, just a few degrees; the man howls.
"I'll break your arm and your legs." Another little twist, another howl; his elbow will go out before the bones break, but Sasuke doesn't really bother pointing out the distinction. "And toss you out in the street. And then, I'll call the police." He leans forward, voice soft and wiped clean of emotions; the man's spine is going to have the imprint of his shoe tomorrow. "Maybe they'll arrive before the thugs outside are done emptying your pockets."
He's mildly disappointed when the dealer starts apologizing and promising he'll leave if Sasuke lets go, no harm no foul; by now, Sasuke knows the patrol schedules and he could time it accurately enough to make the asshole bounce off the police cruiser.
Naruto starts snickering when the drug dealer is only halfway to the door; the man turns back to face them and makes a threatening gesture toward the furry. Sasuke takes a step forward; he doesn't want to get away from the door, but he doubts he'll actually have to -- prevision correct; the automatic doors swoosh open too slowly and the man almost slams into them face first as he runs out.
He gives Naruto a quick irritated look as the fox-furry snickers and starts whistling mockingly.
"Man. It's, what, the fourth time today? I'm pretty sure they're not that insistent usually. Hope the word spreads fast and they stop testing you soon..."
Sasuke crosses his arms, the one that belongs to him and the one that isn't his, and thinks that so far he could have taken any of them one-handed; but that doesn't mean he would like it. He wants his arm back -- or at the very least a better replacement than this one, one that can move without that tenth-of-a-second's lag and doesn't unbalance him, not to mention one that packs more than a tiny wrist blade and can channel a Chidori. And when Naruto is working on the hospital's metal detector-cum-portal that is the only public access to the patients and operating room, he's not working on Sasuke's arm.
"Don't get involved."
"Aw, don't talk like it wouldn't do you any good to have some backup."
"If it was actual backup, maybe," Sasuke says, and means no, it wouldn't. "You weren't helping."
"I was so helping! You don't know jack shit 'bout street talk."
"I don't need to talk 'street'," Sasuke replies with a faint smirk. "Broken bones are universal."
Naruto blinks up at him, and then bursts out laughing, far more loudly than Sasuke's quip deserves it, in his opinion. Still, Sasuke thinks he likes his still developing sense of sarcasm, and having it validated by other people's laughter is... not necessary, but good, somewhat.
The furry still laughs too loudly, and spends way too much time chatting and people-watching, and not enough repairing. "The gate, Naruto."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm working, honest."
"Not very fast." But Sasuke doesn't nag him any more than that; Doctor Tsunade called him and she's the one footing the bill, true, but it's Sasuke's fault if Naruto needs to be here. He's the one who keeps making the door beep, and he can't ask for the clearance to mess with the gate's programming without telling them why.
'The gate is beeping because I'm an android, not a cyborg.' He still doesn't know his new employer's stance on A.I.s, and besides he just doesn't want to work with the stigma of being The Last Uchiha Unit (officially, that is; but he kills the thought process before it can reach its logical conclusion). No, he's definitely not saying anything; better let Tsunade assume that the gate is buggy or just getting old.
"Dude, it's all your own fault anyway. You should have a jammer for that sort of stuff, what happened?"
Sasuke frowns, disgruntled, and gives a shifty-looking hobo his best death-glare. "I got discharged is what happened."
Naruto is buried elbows-deep into the bottom of the door, tinkering with the wiring; he unscrews a panel with a little 'aha!' of victory and flops on his back, pulling out his handheld datapad.
"Ahh, they didn't let you keep it? Hurray for government logic I guess -- hrrm, where's that go again... Hey, when do you get out anyway?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Just tell me, asshole."
Sasuke sighs in resigned acceptance. "A hour and about twenty minutes ago; it depends on the workload." He frowns, thinking. "The surgery must have had complications, or my relief would be there already."
Naruto grunts; in reply or in effort, Sasuke isn't sure. Then there's the faint screech of metal inserted into metal, and a few typing sounds as Naruto reprograms the gate. Sasuke stands guard, and tries to smother the subroutines trying to guilt him into going to Doctor Tsunade and explaining to her that her gate is fine; Naruto isn't so much fixing it as reprogramming it to ignore Uchiha-type androids.
Bah; it's close enough. Besides, he isn't a danger, and it doesn't seem likely that Itachi would do anything to the personnel or the patients, or damage the place.
And if he wanted to, ten gates like this one wouldn't stop him anyway...
A kick to his ankle makes him shift aside, too quickly; he bows his head, bangs falling to cover his face. He scans the room, once, twice; two butterfly knives, a hunting knife in a boot, three tazers -- no violence in anyone's body language, no noteworthy probabilities save a young woman tripping on someone else's bag -- no threat to him or any civilians. Naruto he forcefully classifies as authorized troop support, ignoring the question of the security clearance; not a danger. Sasuke closes his eyes and disengages the Sharingan.
Fucking army programming. Itachi is not here, Itachi is not likely to come here in the near future -- no, he doesn't want to calculate the odds; Itachi's personality has always been outside predictable parameters.
Sometimes Sasuke can almost follow him; and then he remembers that nothing the crazy bastard does makes any real sense.
And if he changes his mind and decides to kill Sasuke too, Sasuke's just going to run outside and fight him on a roof, or an abandoned lot. No shortage of those around here. He prepares a few escape plans to soothe his subroutines.
"Oi, Sasuke!"
"What?"
"So you're getting out... when the other guy shows up?"
"Yes."
"Awesome! 'cause I'm almost done and I can hear someone coming down the stairs."
Sasuke blinks, startled, and sharpens his hearing. He needs to go far beyond the normal threshold to hear the soft steps of a middle-sized man descending the employees' staircase. He wonders how old Naruto was when he got the ear grafts; even when the reconstructive surgery on the ear canals is a success, the brain still doesn't adapt easily to the new influx of information.
"You have good ears," he comments noncommittally.
Naruto chuckles, still typing away. "Hey, with their size, they better be useful at more than hat racks. Seriously, I shoulda gotten cable TV with them or something. I feel cheated."
"That would mean getting a chip," Sasuke comments. He's still wondering why, even though Naruto is working at least peripherally with computers, he isn't equipped with at least a basic datajack. Maybe the blond is scared; they do cut into the skull and tinker with the brain to install it, after all.
"Yeah, maybe I should."
Naruto's voice is pleasant, but his tail is still. Hm. Change of subject. "You still haven't told me why you want to know when I get out," Sasuke reminds him.
"Oh yeah! I'm going out with my friends tonight --"
Oh. Bah, Sasuke puts himself in doze mode in the repair shop most of the time, anyway. "I can deactivate your security measures--"
"No, no, I don't mean you'll be home alone, I mean I'm taking you along." Naruto slides out from the opening just enough to give him a wide grin and grab something in his toolbox, and then his upper body disappears again.
Sasuke scowls at his legs, and then turns his head to scan the waiting room again. "No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"No."
"You owe me for not telling the old hag."
Sasuke grits his teeth, and kicks the metal panel over Naruto's head, making it ring. There's an answering clonk as the furry hits his head, startled; he squirms back out quickly, rubbing his forehead, and gives Sasuke a glare that is best described as pouty.
"Bastard."
Sasuke gives the hospital hall behind them a meaningful look; a second later, one of the two other orderlies joins them, smiling. "Sasuke, sorry, there were complications. Naruto, nice to see you."
Sasuke is still surprised at how close Naruto is to most of the hospital staff. From what he understands, Tsunade was his legal tutor? Or something. Maybe she's his aunt... or his grandmother. It doesn't matter.
"Any luck with the repairs?"
"Oh yeah, I'm almost done."
"So did you find the problem?" The other man leans over Naruto's legs to peer inside. "It is kind of curious that it only reacted like that to Sasuke..."
"Oh yeah -- apparently they used an alloy for his implants that's a slightly different composition than normal cyber stuff, and the door couldn't read it."
To Sasuke it sounds a tiny bit rehashed, but he's not going to complain that Naruto can't lie to save his life; not everyone can measure subtle variations in pitch, pupil dilatation and heartbeat as minutely as he can.
"I didn't know this could happen," the orderly comments, nudging his glasses back up as he smiles good-naturedly at Naruto.
"Yeah, it's kinda weird. Didn't think it could either," Naruto replies with a shrug and a wide grin. "Anyway! I'm almost done; you two stand back. Sasuke, if I die, you still have to go."
And before Sasuke can ask what he means, Naruto pushes two buttons, turns a dial, and rolls on the floor away from him.
The heavy doors swoosh closed a half-second later, barely missing the furry's arm.
Sasuke stares at the sealed doors, and wonders if Naruto is insane. There were simpler -- and less dangerous -- ways to make sure the gate functioned, like going to the help desk and controlling it from there. Idiot.
He hears a few beeps, and then the doors swoosh open again.
"Come on, try it?"
Sasuke gives the waiting room and its squatting hobos a last measuring look, and steps through the double set of doors. The machine blinks green at him merrily, not making a sound.
"Hah! I'm great."
The orderly chuckles politely. "Indeed. Did Doctor Tsunade pay you yet?"
"Oh, don't worry, we'll make a deal later," Naruto replies easily as he stuffs his tools back in his box. "Are you done with Sasuke?"
"Oh -- yes, you can go ahead."
Sasuke frowns a little. What was that pause about? "I have to clock out first."
He pushes past them to go to the little office at the end of the corridor, where he went through his job interview. He doesn't bother closing the door as he takes off his lab coat, and ends up twitching a little when he realizes that his mild, soft-spoken colleague is teasing Naruto about poaching on Hospital grounds, and Sakura's reaction to Naruto's... "cheating" on her. Naruto and Sakura aren't dating, are they? Sakura hasn't really made a mystery of her attraction to Sasuke, and Naruto flirts with everything that moves. Besides...
"It's not a date," he cuts them as he walks back out -- and then gives Naruto a suspicious look. "Right?"
Naruto coughs... guiltily? Wait, no, he's laughing. "Nah, I'm just going to hang out with friend. And you're gonna hang out with us. Yes, you are, don't argue."
Sasuke's scowl deepens, but he doesn't want to argue in front of his coworker.
"Don't keep him up too late, Naruto," the other man intervenes, wiping his glasses clean, with just a little too much seriousness to be anything but teasing.
"He won't." Sasuke shrugs off the discussion. "I'll relieve you tomorrow at five."
Kabuto smiles and takes place at the help desk, waving goodbye jauntily. "Have fun, Naruto, Sasuke."
Naruto leers back, playful, and throws an arm around Sasuke's shoulders, tail wagging as he drags him outside of the hospital. "Oh, we will, we will. Come on, Sasuke, you'll like Shika. He thinks like an A.I. and most of the time he can't be bothered to contribute more than a fifth of any discussion."
"If you're only counting the discussions you're in, it isn't surprising," Sasuke retorts. He still doesn't want to go, but he owes Naruto, and at least that Shika person doesn't sound too irritating.
Plz to be helping with any discrepancy, plothole, technical "nuh huh, it doesn't work that way" that you can spot. (and of course with spelling and typos and all plzplzplz) ♥
"What d'you mean I can't go and see my buddy?"
The man towers over Sasuke, crowding him. Sasuke turns his olfactory sensors down another notch; the smell of pot and other, less easily identifiable drugs makes him want to slam the guy against the closest wall and frisk him.
"I mean, you can't go and see your buddy," he repeats, slowly, giving him an unimpressed look. The guy doesn't behave like he took anything illegal today -- yet -- but he smells like he routinely carries enough for a whole building. Right, Sasuke's going to let a dealer inside the hospital unchecked, especially with the three dopeheads the police left there after that shooting last week.
"And why the hell not? No, I think you're gonna move over right fuckin' now!"
"Dude, lay off, he's told you three times now," Naruto pipes up from behind Sasuke. Sasuke frowns; he wants to tell Naruto to pay attention to his repairs and not to the altercation. He doesn't need anyone's help. But he's not stupid enough to take his eyes off the man for even one second.
"There's no one to walk you to the room and back. The end."
"Walk me -- what am I, a goddamn toddler? Are you sayin' I'd get lost? I can find the room on my own!"
Yes, and probably a bunch of other stuff. Expensive stuff. "I'm going to ask you to leave now."
"What the fuck, I'm not going to!"
Sasuke's eyes narrow. Damn his obligation to stay at least slightly polite. Oh well, it wasn't that different with the cops. "I will ask you a second time, and then I will make you."
The dealer scoffs and reaches for Sasuke's collar; Sasuke lets him come, and then he grabs his wrist, drops in a crouch, and sweeps the dealer's legs out from under him. A twist to the arm, and Sasuke is standing back up, with his foot firmly planted between the man's shoulder blades.
Behind him, Naruto claps; somewhere in the waiting room, someone whistles.
"You are going to leave now."
"Or what?" the man wheezes. "You'll call the police?"
Sasuke twists his hand, just a few degrees; the man howls.
"I'll break your arm and your legs." Another little twist, another howl; his elbow will go out before the bones break, but Sasuke doesn't really bother pointing out the distinction. "And toss you out in the street. And then, I'll call the police." He leans forward, voice soft and wiped clean of emotions; the man's spine is going to have the imprint of his shoe tomorrow. "Maybe they'll arrive before the thugs outside are done emptying your pockets."
He's mildly disappointed when the dealer starts apologizing and promising he'll leave if Sasuke lets go, no harm no foul; by now, Sasuke knows the patrol schedules and he could time it accurately enough to make the asshole bounce off the police cruiser.
Naruto starts snickering when the drug dealer is only halfway to the door; the man turns back to face them and makes a threatening gesture toward the furry. Sasuke takes a step forward; he doesn't want to get away from the door, but he doubts he'll actually have to -- prevision correct; the automatic doors swoosh open too slowly and the man almost slams into them face first as he runs out.
He gives Naruto a quick irritated look as the fox-furry snickers and starts whistling mockingly.
"Man. It's, what, the fourth time today? I'm pretty sure they're not that insistent usually. Hope the word spreads fast and they stop testing you soon..."
Sasuke crosses his arms, the one that belongs to him and the one that isn't his, and thinks that so far he could have taken any of them one-handed; but that doesn't mean he would like it. He wants his arm back -- or at the very least a better replacement than this one, one that can move without that tenth-of-a-second's lag and doesn't unbalance him, not to mention one that packs more than a tiny wrist blade and can channel a Chidori. And when Naruto is working on the hospital's metal detector-cum-portal that is the only public access to the patients and operating room, he's not working on Sasuke's arm.
"Don't get involved."
"Aw, don't talk like it wouldn't do you any good to have some backup."
"If it was actual backup, maybe," Sasuke says, and means no, it wouldn't. "You weren't helping."
"I was so helping! You don't know jack shit 'bout street talk."
"I don't need to talk 'street'," Sasuke replies with a faint smirk. "Broken bones are universal."
Naruto blinks up at him, and then bursts out laughing, far more loudly than Sasuke's quip deserves it, in his opinion. Still, Sasuke thinks he likes his still developing sense of sarcasm, and having it validated by other people's laughter is... not necessary, but good, somewhat.
The furry still laughs too loudly, and spends way too much time chatting and people-watching, and not enough repairing. "The gate, Naruto."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm working, honest."
"Not very fast." But Sasuke doesn't nag him any more than that; Doctor Tsunade called him and she's the one footing the bill, true, but it's Sasuke's fault if Naruto needs to be here. He's the one who keeps making the door beep, and he can't ask for the clearance to mess with the gate's programming without telling them why.
'The gate is beeping because I'm an android, not a cyborg.' He still doesn't know his new employer's stance on A.I.s, and besides he just doesn't want to work with the stigma of being The Last Uchiha Unit (officially, that is; but he kills the thought process before it can reach its logical conclusion). No, he's definitely not saying anything; better let Tsunade assume that the gate is buggy or just getting old.
"Dude, it's all your own fault anyway. You should have a jammer for that sort of stuff, what happened?"
Sasuke frowns, disgruntled, and gives a shifty-looking hobo his best death-glare. "I got discharged is what happened."
Naruto is buried elbows-deep into the bottom of the door, tinkering with the wiring; he unscrews a panel with a little 'aha!' of victory and flops on his back, pulling out his handheld datapad.
"Ahh, they didn't let you keep it? Hurray for government logic I guess -- hrrm, where's that go again... Hey, when do you get out anyway?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Just tell me, asshole."
Sasuke sighs in resigned acceptance. "A hour and about twenty minutes ago; it depends on the workload." He frowns, thinking. "The surgery must have had complications, or my relief would be there already."
Naruto grunts; in reply or in effort, Sasuke isn't sure. Then there's the faint screech of metal inserted into metal, and a few typing sounds as Naruto reprograms the gate. Sasuke stands guard, and tries to smother the subroutines trying to guilt him into going to Doctor Tsunade and explaining to her that her gate is fine; Naruto isn't so much fixing it as reprogramming it to ignore Uchiha-type androids.
Bah; it's close enough. Besides, he isn't a danger, and it doesn't seem likely that Itachi would do anything to the personnel or the patients, or damage the place.
And if he wanted to, ten gates like this one wouldn't stop him anyway...
A kick to his ankle makes him shift aside, too quickly; he bows his head, bangs falling to cover his face. He scans the room, once, twice; two butterfly knives, a hunting knife in a boot, three tazers -- no violence in anyone's body language, no noteworthy probabilities save a young woman tripping on someone else's bag -- no threat to him or any civilians. Naruto he forcefully classifies as authorized troop support, ignoring the question of the security clearance; not a danger. Sasuke closes his eyes and disengages the Sharingan.
Fucking army programming. Itachi is not here, Itachi is not likely to come here in the near future -- no, he doesn't want to calculate the odds; Itachi's personality has always been outside predictable parameters.
Sometimes Sasuke can almost follow him; and then he remembers that nothing the crazy bastard does makes any real sense.
And if he changes his mind and decides to kill Sasuke too, Sasuke's just going to run outside and fight him on a roof, or an abandoned lot. No shortage of those around here. He prepares a few escape plans to soothe his subroutines.
"Oi, Sasuke!"
"What?"
"So you're getting out... when the other guy shows up?"
"Yes."
"Awesome! 'cause I'm almost done and I can hear someone coming down the stairs."
Sasuke blinks, startled, and sharpens his hearing. He needs to go far beyond the normal threshold to hear the soft steps of a middle-sized man descending the employees' staircase. He wonders how old Naruto was when he got the ear grafts; even when the reconstructive surgery on the ear canals is a success, the brain still doesn't adapt easily to the new influx of information.
"You have good ears," he comments noncommittally.
Naruto chuckles, still typing away. "Hey, with their size, they better be useful at more than hat racks. Seriously, I shoulda gotten cable TV with them or something. I feel cheated."
"That would mean getting a chip," Sasuke comments. He's still wondering why, even though Naruto is working at least peripherally with computers, he isn't equipped with at least a basic datajack. Maybe the blond is scared; they do cut into the skull and tinker with the brain to install it, after all.
"Yeah, maybe I should."
Naruto's voice is pleasant, but his tail is still. Hm. Change of subject. "You still haven't told me why you want to know when I get out," Sasuke reminds him.
"Oh yeah! I'm going out with my friends tonight --"
Oh. Bah, Sasuke puts himself in doze mode in the repair shop most of the time, anyway. "I can deactivate your security measures--"
"No, no, I don't mean you'll be home alone, I mean I'm taking you along." Naruto slides out from the opening just enough to give him a wide grin and grab something in his toolbox, and then his upper body disappears again.
Sasuke scowls at his legs, and then turns his head to scan the waiting room again. "No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"No."
"You owe me for not telling the old hag."
Sasuke grits his teeth, and kicks the metal panel over Naruto's head, making it ring. There's an answering clonk as the furry hits his head, startled; he squirms back out quickly, rubbing his forehead, and gives Sasuke a glare that is best described as pouty.
"Bastard."
Sasuke gives the hospital hall behind them a meaningful look; a second later, one of the two other orderlies joins them, smiling. "Sasuke, sorry, there were complications. Naruto, nice to see you."
Sasuke is still surprised at how close Naruto is to most of the hospital staff. From what he understands, Tsunade was his legal tutor? Or something. Maybe she's his aunt... or his grandmother. It doesn't matter.
"Any luck with the repairs?"
"Oh yeah, I'm almost done."
"So did you find the problem?" The other man leans over Naruto's legs to peer inside. "It is kind of curious that it only reacted like that to Sasuke..."
"Oh yeah -- apparently they used an alloy for his implants that's a slightly different composition than normal cyber stuff, and the door couldn't read it."
To Sasuke it sounds a tiny bit rehashed, but he's not going to complain that Naruto can't lie to save his life; not everyone can measure subtle variations in pitch, pupil dilatation and heartbeat as minutely as he can.
"I didn't know this could happen," the orderly comments, nudging his glasses back up as he smiles good-naturedly at Naruto.
"Yeah, it's kinda weird. Didn't think it could either," Naruto replies with a shrug and a wide grin. "Anyway! I'm almost done; you two stand back. Sasuke, if I die, you still have to go."
And before Sasuke can ask what he means, Naruto pushes two buttons, turns a dial, and rolls on the floor away from him.
The heavy doors swoosh closed a half-second later, barely missing the furry's arm.
Sasuke stares at the sealed doors, and wonders if Naruto is insane. There were simpler -- and less dangerous -- ways to make sure the gate functioned, like going to the help desk and controlling it from there. Idiot.
He hears a few beeps, and then the doors swoosh open again.
"Come on, try it?"
Sasuke gives the waiting room and its squatting hobos a last measuring look, and steps through the double set of doors. The machine blinks green at him merrily, not making a sound.
"Hah! I'm great."
The orderly chuckles politely. "Indeed. Did Doctor Tsunade pay you yet?"
"Oh, don't worry, we'll make a deal later," Naruto replies easily as he stuffs his tools back in his box. "Are you done with Sasuke?"
"Oh -- yes, you can go ahead."
Sasuke frowns a little. What was that pause about? "I have to clock out first."
He pushes past them to go to the little office at the end of the corridor, where he went through his job interview. He doesn't bother closing the door as he takes off his lab coat, and ends up twitching a little when he realizes that his mild, soft-spoken colleague is teasing Naruto about poaching on Hospital grounds, and Sakura's reaction to Naruto's... "cheating" on her. Naruto and Sakura aren't dating, are they? Sakura hasn't really made a mystery of her attraction to Sasuke, and Naruto flirts with everything that moves. Besides...
"It's not a date," he cuts them as he walks back out -- and then gives Naruto a suspicious look. "Right?"
Naruto coughs... guiltily? Wait, no, he's laughing. "Nah, I'm just going to hang out with friend. And you're gonna hang out with us. Yes, you are, don't argue."
Sasuke's scowl deepens, but he doesn't want to argue in front of his coworker.
"Don't keep him up too late, Naruto," the other man intervenes, wiping his glasses clean, with just a little too much seriousness to be anything but teasing.
"He won't." Sasuke shrugs off the discussion. "I'll relieve you tomorrow at five."
Kabuto smiles and takes place at the help desk, waving goodbye jauntily. "Have fun, Naruto, Sasuke."
Naruto leers back, playful, and throws an arm around Sasuke's shoulders, tail wagging as he drags him outside of the hospital. "Oh, we will, we will. Come on, Sasuke, you'll like Shika. He thinks like an A.I. and most of the time he can't be bothered to contribute more than a fifth of any discussion."
"If you're only counting the discussions you're in, it isn't surprising," Sasuke retorts. He still doesn't want to go, but he owes Naruto, and at least that Shika person doesn't sound too irritating.

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I so adore this setting, and we'll be meeting Shika soon! *squee!*
Nothing jumped out at me but I'll give it another read later with an eye toward things needing fixes.
*is mesmerized by Sasuke booty*
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I think stigma would work better, stigmata is plural (and brings to mind the wounds of Christ, which makes for odd mental images.)
And I like that you use Naruto's ears and tail for emotional cues (and that Sasuke has noted them), so many authors forget about them.
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=^___^=
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thank you for your help, love^^ *cuddle*
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Sasuke still needs some work on his software (more likely firmware actually), if Shika is a hacker that might something to work with though last I knew of your plans he wasn't going to be licensed for that sort of thing. Or if Shika knows Ino... though Sakura is already established as knowing both Naruto and Ino so that might be more logical... but then you have the Sakura not knowing that Sasuke is an AI problem. *hmm*
thank you for your help, love^^ *cuddle*
You're welcome! *cuddlehugs*
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also, bwahahaha.
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Firmware is the bridge between hardware and software. In a modern windows based PC the BIOS is firmware. It's the chip set that tells the PC what to do when the power switch is toggled such as check that there are no shorts in the motherboard, that the CPU and RAM are functioning properly, that the hard drives are connected and can spin up, etc. If your firmware is toast your PC won't boot, or in the worse case, won't even power up.
Back when I first go into computers the firmware was contained in ROM chips and could not be upgraded. If you needed to make changes to your firmware you had to take your PC to a technician that would physically remove and replace the chip. This was a large part of why it was so hard to upgrade hardware and you had to be really careful about compatibility.
The next stage was to make ROM that could be reprogrammed (EPROM, Erasable/Programmable Read Only Memory). You still needed to take your machine to a tech since they had the special hardware that they hooked up the serial port that allowed them to reprogram the firmware.
Now most user end systems have EEPROM (Electrically Erasable/Programmable ROM) which can be updated by a user with a bit of guts and the right firmware patch. When this first came out they started calling the BIOS a FlashBIOS to distinguish it from the BIOS that could not be updated with software.
So the evolution of firmware has gone from something that could only be updated by replacement of hardware, to something that needed specialized hardware to update, and finally to something that requires you to have access to the hardware but only requires software to actually update it.
EEPROM chips have become so cheap and high capacity that they're used as hard drives now (smart cards, flash drives, memory sticks, etc.)
Ironically, the fact that you can update/modify firmware with simple access to the hardware and a piece of software (for instance, a CD and about three minutes with a PC that hasn't had the CD drive disabled will let me reset the admin password and break in) has made computer security go back to hardware solutions. Such as EPROM based ID cards that identify the user to the system.
So Sasukebot probably has his most critical systems as firmware, it makes them harder to hack but allows them to be upgraded as needed by authorized personnel or people with the right type of hard to get hardware.
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I think it would be likely that modifications of his most critical firmware might required specialized hardware, it would make him harder to hack. Maybe that hardware is hard to find now, which would leave you a place to bringing someone that might have some very illegal Uchiha hacking hardware on hand....
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when i'm not half-asleep, that is XD. tho i'm not sure i get BIOS (and perhaps CPU and RAM, though i've got an impression of those terms -- nothing concrete)anyway *cuddlelove* thank you very much. mrrrrrrrrr tech-talk~
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CPU = Central Processing Unit, the part that actually runs the operating system and software.
RAM = Random Access Memory, where the CPU sticks stuff that it's using but doesn't need right this nanosecond. The software your are using and the critical parts of the operating system are stored there while the PC is running. If you don't have enough RAM it puts the extra in the temp space on your hard drive and swaps things around as need (which slows your computer down to the rate the hard drive can keep up with.)
I used to teach this sort of stuff professionally
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I love Sasuke's inner dialogue when dealing with the thug. And hee~ Shikamaru's going to be joining in. =D
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Thank you~
as I said higher, i'm still not sure what's even going to happen in the meeting scene, so blah. *ponderyponder* Will have to brainstorm a bit. Later, when i'm not half asleep, that is XD
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"If it was actual backup, maybe," Sasuke says, and means no, it wouldn't.
Ha! I love the tone in this. So dry. So irritated. So very Sasuke.
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I don't think you could capture Sasuke any better than that comment. I am amused and entertained. I love this little AU. <3
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"I don't need to talk 'street'," Sasuke replies with a faint smirk. "Broken bones are universal."
Oh, Sasuke-bot. You are just so cute with your destructive logic.
Naruto isn't so much fixing it as reprogramming it to ignore Uchiha-type androids.
This . . . this can only end badly.
"I didn't know this could happen," the orderly comments, nudging his glasses back up as he smiles good-naturedly at Naruto.
alsjfh I love you so much.
Naruto's whole 'I will blackmail you into having fun' attitude is great. *grin* And I am incoherent from happy.
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bah! Itachi would so totally break the door anyway. XD
fufufu, I know you do love me, but thanks~ out of curiosity, how quickly did you realize who he was? XD
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Heee. I assumed at that sentence, 'cause glasses + smile + vaguely threatening observations = Kabuto, but I bounced around anyway when you finally named him.
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...Sasuke grits his teeth, and kicks the metal panel over Naruto's head, making it ring...
It's so cute, the way that Naruto can reduce Sasuke to childishness, where probably no one else does.
And this scene paints a very interesting picture of this world, with armed hobos trying to break into hospitals. Naruto's reaction to the chip was intriguing.
Thanks so much for more!^___^
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Hee hee, this was nifty. I love Sasuke bitching about the lag on his replacement arm and Naruto being all daredevil and repair filled. Hee! I just love the universe of yours, flat out, and this was a nice, cool little 'fix' of a chapter! Can't wait to meet Shika! ^^
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Love the Naruto/Sasuke interaction, and Kabuto's introduction at the end had me sort of vibrating on the end of my seat wondering if it was him or if I was just smoking something (...I don't know if that was what you were going for, but it was interesting). I just know I'm going to wind up spending the rest of the story wondering if/what Kabuto is plotting, and it will probably end up being entirely irrelevant to the story, but then that's what Kabuto's all about.
A couple tiny grammar picks:
"Hey, with their size, they better be useful at more than hat racks. At, not as.
"I didn't know this could happen," That, not this.
I couldn't entirely picture exactly what the gate setup looked like, which slightly detracts from the scene where Naruto rolls through it, but that's a relatively minor point. It's not like it will probably be important in the future, and we've all got a fairly good idea of what standard security setups look like.
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thanks for the help, hon! *squish* and guhh you're totally right about the doors. (doesn't help that i started seeing them as a single automatic door, but then evolved to a door-corridor-second-door setup in the middle of the scene. bah. stupid.) i've edited to clarify for the ffnet version, but right now i'm too lazy to edit this post. XD
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haha, sasuke feeling guilt. that's something we haven't seen from him in awhile. but bully!sasuke was so cute. this sasuke makes me feel better after seeing him in 308.
i knew it was kabuto at the glasses. my question is... does he turn bad like in the original? a spy in tsunade's clinic for orochimaru? sigh. he's such a cool guy too.
bring on the shikamaru! "he thinks like a cyborg." i like it!
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As for your question about kabuto... AHAHA you don't think i'd tell you, when I could have you living in DOUBT for as long as it will take to figure out, do you? >:D
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This made my afternoon (especially after evil term paper)! :D
Looks like someone up there caught the two main grammar problems I saw, but I'm gonna nitpick this too:
"A hour and about twenty minutes ago; it depends on the workload."
The first half is awkward. Maybe "About an hour and twenty minutes ago" would sound better?
And I didn't get that that was Kabuto until you said his name. XD:D I shall look forward to more!
~A
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thanks for the help! *edit edit* *except not on lj yet because of lazy XD*
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And, again, I love Sasuke's police programming. Like, to painful levels. >> Plus, also thoroughly enjoying his problems with trying to pass for human, and I love you for not forgetting that he'd have those problems, or that he doesn't think exactly like a human, AI or not.
"Aw, don't talk like it wouldn't do you any good to have some backup."
"If it was actual backup, maybe," Sasuke says, and means no, it wouldn't. "You weren't helping."
"I was so helping! You don't know jack shit 'bout street talk."
"I don't need to talk 'street'," Sasuke replies with a faint smirk. "Broken bones are universal."
Love their interaction. >> Loooove it, and love Sasuke's last line there. Also, this passage makes me curious about how strong of a fighter this Naruto is, or if he just sticks with working on cyberware. My brain, of course, is used to ninja!Naruto and assumes he can fight well, which I would horribly, horribly enjoy seeing Sasukebot find out. >>
"Yeah, it's kinda weird. Didn't think it could either," Naruto replies with a shrug and a wide grin. "Anyway! I'm almost done; you two stand back. Sasuke, if I die, you still have to go."
*cackles with love* And again, this reaaaaaaally makes me want Naruto POV. >> He's so GREAT and I really, REALLY want to see his backstory and more of how he thinks.
"Oh, we will, we will. Come on, Sasuke, you'll like Shika. He thinks like an A.I. and most of the time he can't be bothered to contribute more than a fifth of any discussion."
And not to get repetative, but even MORE love. First of all, for the likelihood of meeting Shikamaru and whoever else is counted among Naruto's friends, and secondly for, again, remembering that AIs are not the same thing as humans. Haaate it when people forget that.
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Naruto does live in a dangerous place, and that's all I'm saying. XD
I gotta figure out what else would happen with Shika and Chouji at that bar, but maybe I will indeed write it. *ponders* I was tempted to just skip it, but there's some potential for plot stuff and character interaction, so...
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A hour and about twenty minutes ago; it depends on the workload."
I'm sorry to say that it's... confusing. I think its the "and" that gets me. I think you might have put the "about" in the wrong place. "About an hour and twenty minutes ago" would be much smoother. Also, it should be "an hour" not "a hour", since "hour" is pronounced without the h. Since that makes the word start with a vowel sound, "an" is what should be used. *rolls her eyes* English is stupid that way.