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saiyuki_wk_auTitle: Fit for Purpose
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Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Rating: Gen
Challenge: Android and Cyborgs
Warnings: None
Summary: Saijou will not be thwarted.
A double-drabble
Saijou walked around the table again, his eyes still fixed in horrified pleasure on the still form beneath its sheet. It looked exactly as he remembered, down to the untidy hair.
"You're sure this will succeed?" he said.
"Yes, Takatori-sama," the technician said proudly. "The neural network is perfect, the hardware is exceptionally durable -"
"Its consciousness? You are certain it will be self-aware? And yet -"
"It will never know anything other than you tell it, Takatori-sama," the technician said. A slight quiver of worry crossed her face. "It may need maintenance -"
"I'm not going to have you killed," Saijou said irritably. "Go."
She left quickly. He sat by the table, one hand on the warm, naked shoulder. All the unpleasantness of the last year would be gone from memory, he had been promised. He patted the form's arm gently, thinking he really should call the technician back and have her turn her creation on. It was too good to sit in silence, however, knowing that he was a grandfather once more, the pain of loss over.
Mamoru, he thought, smiling at the thing with his grandson's face. Did you really think death would keep you free from your family?
Author:
daegaerFandom: Weiss Kreuz
Rating: Gen
Challenge: Android and Cyborgs
Warnings: None
Summary: Saijou will not be thwarted.
A double-drabble
Saijou walked around the table again, his eyes still fixed in horrified pleasure on the still form beneath its sheet. It looked exactly as he remembered, down to the untidy hair.
"You're sure this will succeed?" he said.
"Yes, Takatori-sama," the technician said proudly. "The neural network is perfect, the hardware is exceptionally durable -"
"Its consciousness? You are certain it will be self-aware? And yet -"
"It will never know anything other than you tell it, Takatori-sama," the technician said. A slight quiver of worry crossed her face. "It may need maintenance -"
"I'm not going to have you killed," Saijou said irritably. "Go."
She left quickly. He sat by the table, one hand on the warm, naked shoulder. All the unpleasantness of the last year would be gone from memory, he had been promised. He patted the form's arm gently, thinking he really should call the technician back and have her turn her creation on. It was too good to sit in silence, however, knowing that he was a grandfather once more, the pain of loss over.
Mamoru, he thought, smiling at the thing with his grandson's face. Did you really think death would keep you free from your family?
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Date: 2012-05-02 04:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-02 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-02 10:18 pm (UTC)So here you go:
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OH SAIJOU PLZ TO DIAF DDDDD:
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Date: 2012-05-03 08:06 am (UTC)Oh, Saijou, he's such a nice granddad. Mamoru.2 has been programmed to appreciate that.
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Date: 2012-05-03 10:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-03 02:22 pm (UTC)