Can you repair me? by ~NamesroH
Pictures needing stories.
love this soooo much!
This interests me greatly. the lighting is superb, for one thing.
yes, someone far more talented than me should be writing a ficlet for me.
[Alright, I never post any original content at all, but this pic made me flail because I started a cyberpunk Sherlock AU thing ages ago where Sherlock was an android and John did repair work on them. It’s only a few paragraphs, I wrote it right before I fell asleep one night, tumblr might as well have it.]
Up close, the synthetic skin was simultaneously perfect and all wrong. It was too smooth, too uniform. No bags under the eyes, no small pockmarks from those frustrating bouts of teenage acne, no creases around the nose and mouth that would mark the beginnings of laugh or frown lines. It hit me then, like it always did, that it’s imperfections that make a face human, and I wondered why the illusion ever worked in the first place.
“Don’t be predictable.”
I flinched in surprise at the new voice, my hand jumping to the gun at my hip. Behind me, Mike swore, but I barely heard him. The bot had spoken, and when I took a quick look at its eyes I saw bright grey irises rotate as internal lenses refocused. How long had it been online, just laying on the table and watching us watch it?
“Since you came in,” it said, reading the obvious question off my face. Its thin lips quirked up in a ghost of a smirk. “Shouldn’t have bothered. It’s so boring watching you all go through the same existential cri-i-isis.”
It reached up with its covered, undamaged hand and rubbed its throat like a man with a bad cold. “Sorry, verbal cor-or-ortexes still coming online.”
“It shouldn’t be up at all…” Mike muttered, his fingers flying over a screen.
Kit. KIT! You wrote fic! *hugs this ficlet* Now what do I have to do to get more? *makes puppy eyes*
Lady Karasu 