Amused beyond reason that his nemesis would choose to cross wires with a video that involved cats and everybody wanting to be one just as Fate was accusing him of bestiality--AND IT WAS JAZZ--Fate sent far more of his personal collection than he actually intended. Still chuckling. And then he realized his move shouldn't have continued down the line of retort...but rather left retaliation station.
Robin could definitely take that as more flirting.
Fuck.
He scrubbed at his cheeks and slumped back in his chair as more messages fired back to his station. Flirting? Not flirting? Gay? Not gay? Maybe Fate was the one with the obsession.
Worse, he couldn't seem to stop himself from a response.
>>Only my dearest friends get velociraptors.
>>Caught in your tech?
Visions of a few of the hard-cased bounty hunters he knew--literally half machine constructs--blurred with more horrifying imagined scenarios where some furry alien or another could leave behind hunks of fur in between ballbearings. Fate closed his eyes and it was NOT better.
>>Nevermind.
>>I just realized I don't want to know how you found out these magical things.
Except...he did. Want to know things, that is--not the dude's stance on fucking bunnies. Robin was a puzzle, too damn swift at tech for his own good. And he'd just validated one of Fate's suspicions.
Robin was wired.
Not the typical off-grider's tech, not something external, not something that needed to be plugged in or simply triggered off wireless signals from say, a wrist comm. Oh no. Whether an implant or biological hook-in, and no matter how good he was at hiding it, Robin's status on the network would at least have a shadow. A space, however microscopic, where the man himself thought he was safe as could be. Having that confirmed opened new doors for his next volley; it meant he could dig deeper, get more personal.
"Ha ha," he chortled, "the game is afoot!" even as he fired back
>>Quality porn is NOT free.
>>Time is money.
>>You're looking at thousands of dollars in research hours.
and stuck both feet in his digital mouth.
"Terrific. Bastard's making me sound like porn's my day job. Probably wants it on record to screw up my bids at future clients." He punched a few more keys and blinked to send the next round of messages through. "Seriously though. Free random porn? I have my pride. My collection's more akin to bottles of vintage wine with tits."
Something to be incredibly proud of, in Fate's mind.
>>Not that that's all I do.
>>But you know that, given you've been nosing into my junk for an eternity.
>>But you know that, given you've been nosing into my jobs for an eternity.
FUCK.
He thought the mistype had been erased before it'd been sent through, but if Robin was hard-wired, the line would be far, far shorter--recalls of data could fall short of the mark. He shoved a panel and two tablets to one side before his forehead hit the cool surface of the desk.
"Okay," he murmured against the plastic, "got too cocky. Just need to distract him. Push that one waaaay back."
Gripping his HUD in one hand, he slammed it over his head and then blinked rapidly,composing a playlist of horrors...the kind that, especially if one had been enjoying porn, would be suitably disconcerting.
>>I apologize; my personal collection probably isn't your cup of tea.
>>I do lots of things. Exercise, read, short walks on virtual beaches.
Why the fuck was this prank coming out like a dating video? Fate's ear clunked on the desk about three times before he continued,
>>Not that it matters, given our relationship.
>>But I didn't want you to have any hard feelings.
>>Don't go away angry. Just go away.
He sent it all at once, looped it, burrowed it deep into Robin's trail, and locked it to autoplay. It was merely the start. Things would get worse once he determined just how wired--
"Stars have mercy." Fate's eyes widened as he removed the HUD and sat back to witness the zip file unfolding over his screens like a display of the galaxy's most wanted posters--except these were a whole different variety of wanted. His jaw dropped as the last centerfold-quality print slid into place.
That settled it. His nemesis was utterly confounding.
Was this still part of the game?
More?
"What's changed?" he wondered aloud, because his head was too full of code to leave room for cohesive thought some days, and hearing something other than tech was necessary for sanity. No matter that everyone else said talking to oneself meant one had already left sanity in some star-trail or another. "What's so different about today that he's practically handing his contact info over on an engraved plate?"
Because the images...the metadata...it was so light a trail as to have been stored personal to Robin himself. Far from cultivated porn. Porn with a personal touch, even.
>>Well, now I feel bad.
>>All those vids and you finally give me an actual present.
>>Fucking hot.
>>Could use some more angles from the ground, up.
>>Since there aren't any, I'll merely not send more audio-visual entertainment.
>>For now.
>>You know, rather than saving you from my menacing ways.
The query regarding his sexual preference resurfaced. A girlfriend, perhaps? Images from his personal datastores...he had to have taken them himself. Whatever the case, it certainly crossed a line they hadn't screwed with in their past encounters. He found himself shifting from 'annoyance' territory and firmly toward 'intriguing plaything' and even slightly toward 'whimsical encounter' considerations. Fate tapped the network nearest his last known location and frowned as he began to dig into any and all recent activity where Robin had been involved. It would serve him right if he fell for the bait and got sucked into an illicit job offer or some sort of kinky proposition.
But he HAD been invited, after all.
Robin could definitely take that as more flirting.
Fuck.
He scrubbed at his cheeks and slumped back in his chair as more messages fired back to his station. Flirting? Not flirting? Gay? Not gay? Maybe Fate was the one with the obsession.
Worse, he couldn't seem to stop himself from a response.
>>Only my dearest friends get velociraptors.
>>Caught in your tech?
Visions of a few of the hard-cased bounty hunters he knew--literally half machine constructs--blurred with more horrifying imagined scenarios where some furry alien or another could leave behind hunks of fur in between ballbearings. Fate closed his eyes and it was NOT better.
>>Nevermind.
>>I just realized I don't want to know how you found out these magical things.
Except...he did. Want to know things, that is--not the dude's stance on fucking bunnies. Robin was a puzzle, too damn swift at tech for his own good. And he'd just validated one of Fate's suspicions.
Robin was wired.
Not the typical off-grider's tech, not something external, not something that needed to be plugged in or simply triggered off wireless signals from say, a wrist comm. Oh no. Whether an implant or biological hook-in, and no matter how good he was at hiding it, Robin's status on the network would at least have a shadow. A space, however microscopic, where the man himself thought he was safe as could be. Having that confirmed opened new doors for his next volley; it meant he could dig deeper, get more personal.
"Ha ha," he chortled, "the game is afoot!" even as he fired back
>>Quality porn is NOT free.
>>Time is money.
>>You're looking at thousands of dollars in research hours.
and stuck both feet in his digital mouth.
"Terrific. Bastard's making me sound like porn's my day job. Probably wants it on record to screw up my bids at future clients." He punched a few more keys and blinked to send the next round of messages through. "Seriously though. Free random porn? I have my pride. My collection's more akin to bottles of vintage wine with tits."
Something to be incredibly proud of, in Fate's mind.
>>Not that that's all I do.
>>But you know that, given you've been nosing into my junk for an eternity.
>>But you know that, given you've been nosing into my jobs for an eternity.
FUCK.
He thought the mistype had been erased before it'd been sent through, but if Robin was hard-wired, the line would be far, far shorter--recalls of data could fall short of the mark. He shoved a panel and two tablets to one side before his forehead hit the cool surface of the desk.
"Okay," he murmured against the plastic, "got too cocky. Just need to distract him. Push that one waaaay back."
Gripping his HUD in one hand, he slammed it over his head and then blinked rapidly,composing a playlist of horrors...the kind that, especially if one had been enjoying porn, would be suitably disconcerting.
>>I apologize; my personal collection probably isn't your cup of tea.
>>I do lots of things. Exercise, read, short walks on virtual beaches.
Why the fuck was this prank coming out like a dating video? Fate's ear clunked on the desk about three times before he continued,
>>Not that it matters, given our relationship.
>>But I didn't want you to have any hard feelings.
>>Don't go away angry. Just go away.
He sent it all at once, looped it, burrowed it deep into Robin's trail, and locked it to autoplay. It was merely the start. Things would get worse once he determined just how wired--
"Stars have mercy." Fate's eyes widened as he removed the HUD and sat back to witness the zip file unfolding over his screens like a display of the galaxy's most wanted posters--except these were a whole different variety of wanted. His jaw dropped as the last centerfold-quality print slid into place.
That settled it. His nemesis was utterly confounding.
Was this still part of the game?
More?
"What's changed?" he wondered aloud, because his head was too full of code to leave room for cohesive thought some days, and hearing something other than tech was necessary for sanity. No matter that everyone else said talking to oneself meant one had already left sanity in some star-trail or another. "What's so different about today that he's practically handing his contact info over on an engraved plate?"
Because the images...the metadata...it was so light a trail as to have been stored personal to Robin himself. Far from cultivated porn. Porn with a personal touch, even.
>>Well, now I feel bad.
>>All those vids and you finally give me an actual present.
>>Fucking hot.
>>Could use some more angles from the ground, up.
>>Since there aren't any, I'll merely not send more audio-visual entertainment.
>>For now.
>>You know, rather than saving you from my menacing ways.
The query regarding his sexual preference resurfaced. A girlfriend, perhaps? Images from his personal datastores...he had to have taken them himself. Whatever the case, it certainly crossed a line they hadn't screwed with in their past encounters. He found himself shifting from 'annoyance' territory and firmly toward 'intriguing plaything' and even slightly toward 'whimsical encounter' considerations. Fate tapped the network nearest his last known location and frowned as he began to dig into any and all recent activity where Robin had been involved. It would serve him right if he fell for the bait and got sucked into an illicit job offer or some sort of kinky proposition.
But he HAD been invited, after all.
Dreams come in a size too big so we can grow into them.
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