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Date: Friday, July 20th, 2012 18:41 (UTC)I've been writing a fic in my first-ever fandom (for which I've not actually seen the canon of since forever thanks to VHS going out with a whimper). It's taken me three days and a fair amount of re-working but I posted it earlier this afternoon.
So I'm feeling pretty good, all things considered. Though that might change if people think I'm way off-base... which is what happens when you're out of touch with your canon material.
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Date: Friday, July 20th, 2012 20:02 (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, July 20th, 2012 20:58 (UTC)*********************************************
Allen Hobby knew as much about the workings of the mecha species as any person currently alive: he was, after all, a widely recognized genius in the field and the man who had pioneered the mapping of the impulse pathways of a single neurone, a breakthrough that had led to the controversial David project. In spite of its conspicuous failure in execution due to unsuspected instability within the family chosen for the initial trial, that project still held tremendous promise, although now that the Anti-Robot Militia and other anti-mecha organizations had gotten wind of it the whole thing seemed likely to be abandoned due to the intensity of public backlash.
If a robot could genuinely love a person, as one member of Hobby's team had put the central issue back on a dark and rain-swept afternoon over three years ago, what responsibility does that person hold toward that mecha in return? Hobby could still remember her nervous smile. It's a moral question, isn't it?
The oldest one of all, Hobby had responded. But in the beginning, didn't God create Adam to love Him?
That had put the question to rest — superficially, at least. But now, on an afternoon similarly grey and gloomy, Hobby found himself pondering it yet again, in a way that was deeply and disturbingly personal.
Cold winter rain pattered against the windows of his personal workshop, although its restless chill did not penetrate to the heart of the space, where bright clear light shone down in a shaft upon a mecha examination table. The machine that currently lay upon it was deactivated: its long slender form, clad in a stylish dove-grey business ensemble, was perfectly motionless, even its simulation of breathing temporarily suspended, and its face was opened and peeled back from the metal skull beneath to reveal its cube port, which was presently empty. The cube itself lay in the palm of Hobby's hand as he stood in the shadows by the monitoring station he had just extracted it from, gazing down upon it with the full focus of his immensely powerful intellect — and, uncharacteristically, of his heart, which had so seldom been utterly at peace since the death of his son nearly ten years ago.
I could do it, he was musing. It might take another ten years, but it's certainly possible. The secondary processing path is already in place: all it would take was the installation of a series of Nortian algorithms to reinforce it and amplify it, and then…
He glanced up at the body on the table, as if Joe might have something to say on the matter: the lover-robot had developed a habit, sometimes disconcerting but almost always gratifying, of surprising him with unexpected questions and observations. But Joe, of course, was actually in his hand: the attractive form of a young male was only the vehicle for his consciousness, and consequently Hobby always found himself handling this particular mecha's cube with far more care than he bestowed on the brains of other, lesser machines.
Even now it seemed to glow against his palm with subliminal warmth. He smiled slightly, amused by his own flight of fancy. Joe's nuclear engines were embedded in his chest: the cube itself contained only a battery sufficient for keeping its data streams intact in a suspended state.
It would be difficult to adapt the procedure, at least as difficult as it was to create the imprinting protocols in the first place. But I could…
A gust of wind blew hissing shadows against the tall windows, rattling the glass in its frames.
I could give him what I gave to David.
Another voice rose from his heart, whispering bitterly: And what did you give to David? His last hours were full of fear, longing and misery. He needed Monica, and if you succeed in imprinting Joe, he'll need you just as intensely and just as irrevocably. Or, you could end up simply destroying his mind — his unique, irreplaceable mind. And what then?
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Date: Saturday, July 21st, 2012 00:24 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, July 21st, 2012 11:44 (UTC)I re-read what I have so far for chapters 1 & 2 and managed to confuse myself :( in chapter 1 Maura visits Tommy in prison but now I can't decide if I should have her making the special visit request or just have her go to the prison and mention it. Any suggestions?
The research I did said that any prisoner on 30 days drug/alcohol treatment can't have visitors unless a special request is made to the super intendent of the prison.
I'm writing Rizzoli & Isles TV 'verse with a few books 'verse elements thrown in too.
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Date: Saturday, July 21st, 2012 15:48 (UTC)no subject
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Date: Saturday, July 21st, 2012 19:21 (UTC)John's in a hotel room in San Jose, CA, while the rest of the tour has gone home--he can't travel thanks to some recent injuries.
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John was starting to go stir-crazy when Harry called. "John! Are things as mad there as they are here?" She was much louder than she needed to be, and John held the phone away from his ear.
"Ouch, Harry. My hearing's much better now, thanks, no need to shout." He flopped down into the armchair by the window. "It's still all over the telly, if that's what you're asking. My friends down at the front desk say they've not had any more suspicious loiterers hanging about looking for me."
"You've your friends at the MOD to thank for that," Harry said in a more moderate tone. "We did what we could, but when we said 'no names or photos' the Daily Mail started calling you 'Sherlock's mystery hero, an unnamed twenty-eight year-old former SAS captain with family ties to the music industry.' Last I heard, that got squashed fairly quickly."
John sighed. "Yeah, there, maybe. I saw the same thing here in another tabloid. I reckon they'll have a tough time royal-watching for a while, anyway."
"Don't let it get to you, John. Somebody will cheat on somebody else, or somebody's dress will fall off, and everyone will forget all about you."
"That's reassuring," John said, smiling in spite of himself. "Have you made a decision on the new tour dates yet?"
"Probably mid-March," Harry said. "Listen, before you ask me too much about that. I got a phone call for you this morning. From a Colonel Drummond—wasn't that—"
"Yeah, that is," John said, trying to ignore the sudden race of his pulse. "Did he say what he wanted?"
"Your number," Harry said. "After we confirmed it was him, I gave it to him. What do you think he wants?"
"Probably just to check in," John said, "see how I'm doing." See if I'm ready to come back yet. There was no way they could put him back on the battlefield again, not with a bad knee and a dodgy shoulder, but that didn't mean there wasn't still a place for him with the SAS, and John knew it.
"John Watson, you're a terrible liar," Harry said. "He's going to offer you a job, isn't he?"
"Maybe."
"And you're going to take it. Figures, best damn tour manager I've hired in years, and you're going to swan off back to Her Majesty."
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Date: Saturday, July 21st, 2012 19:40 (UTC)& heh, I am not familiar w/any of the Sherlock canons, but the dialogue here flows v. well!
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Date: Saturday, July 21st, 2012 19:42 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, July 21st, 2012 19:42 (UTC)