>>Nice try.
>>Hacker etiquette, chum.
>>I don't give away trade secrets.
Robin's toaster commentary made Fate chuckle despite himself. At least he seemed to have the same problem with toasted cock a l'orange as Fate did. "Heh...Cock and jam. Breakfast of toaster-obsessed androids everywhere."
Sadly, the chuckle died an abrupt death as his next response blinked onto the screen. Oh no, he didn't just say...Fate recoiled from the workstation in disgust. Hadn't he made his preferences transparent as a fucking piece of glass? Or were Robin's own preferences just that aggressive?
>>We've been over this.
>>I honestly thought I'd made myself clear.
>>But I'll try again.
>>I want NO inches from you. ZERO INCHES.
He settled back in to work until the next response made him pause. No music? Fate tapped his chin with a finger. Even before his first implant at 5 he'd always been prone to fascination--getting wrapped up in data or projects or just thoughts in general. Nowadays there was never simply nothing. Coding, sex, side project tinkering, getting lost in a job so deep he had to have those damned emergency protocols for it, he was always dancing to Something.
>>There's always music.
He laughed aloud when the trap sprung and Robin fell. "Get out of that, playboy." Even though temptation made his fingers wiggle, Fate didn't reply when the angry retort flew at him, figuring he'd let the other hacker stew. Either Robin would reply with what he actually wanted, why he'd contacted Fate in the first place, or he'd dig himself out and the game would be over for now. The next round would be a little more amped, and Fate would be prepared for it.
But what happened next made his lungs seize. The videos slamming onto his screen threw him backwards in time. The night he rescued a girl from the hands of Perseid Group, rescued her from torture, pain, the fate of science--of becoming a girl twisted, an experiment in another corporate cog and one that could have sundered worlds. The night of such near-failure he still had nightmares, still had the ghastly dreams that he'd never even mentioned to the now-woman who'd become his closest friend. Code came screaming into his system, blew through the open port and crashed through his firewalls, and it wasn't like any virus he'd ever encountered, unlike any virus ever.
This feed...it lived. Breathed.
Fate plugged in, nearly swallowed under as the panicked sights and sounds washed over him like a tsunami, memories swimming in the flood. Logic took a long time to settle in. At least he assumed it'd been a while before he could more reasonably pick apart the untamed code, because his muscles felt like they were screaming from holding still so long in his own panic. But logic DID indeed settle, and Fate hauled in a heavy breath. Robin couldn't know about Sascha. Nothing existed to tell him. To tell anyone. Fate had erased all evidence of the night, the research, the tests, everything had been obliterated by his own fingers. And these screens, they weren't Perseid.
"Son of a corporate slag..." he cursed as he tried to parse together the footage, so much like memories.
The metadata he dug into was so raw: unfiltered, undoctored.
Original. Personal.
"They want us to start over. Disable and dismantle the subject. I want her in the incinerator by nightfall."
He froze, struggling to understand, to come to terms with what was happening. Was this the reason Robin had called? A job that hinged on someone else's files, their horrifying past? Was it current? Or...
The hair on his arms and the back of his neck stood on end as a woman's voice filled the room with HIS NAME, not part of the files, not memory, NOW. The agony within was so intense it was all he could do to keep his eyes from watering. No, this...this was no game.
Something had gone very, very wrong.
He cleared his throat when he stood, dread coiling low in his belly even as he hovered over his desk like getting closer to the screen would somehow bring him physically closer to that terrified voice. "Robin? If you can hear me...say something"
>>Hacker etiquette, chum.
>>I don't give away trade secrets.
Robin's toaster commentary made Fate chuckle despite himself. At least he seemed to have the same problem with toasted cock a l'orange as Fate did. "Heh...Cock and jam. Breakfast of toaster-obsessed androids everywhere."
Sadly, the chuckle died an abrupt death as his next response blinked onto the screen. Oh no, he didn't just say...Fate recoiled from the workstation in disgust. Hadn't he made his preferences transparent as a fucking piece of glass? Or were Robin's own preferences just that aggressive?
>>We've been over this.
>>I honestly thought I'd made myself clear.
>>But I'll try again.
>>I want NO inches from you. ZERO INCHES.
He settled back in to work until the next response made him pause. No music? Fate tapped his chin with a finger. Even before his first implant at 5 he'd always been prone to fascination--getting wrapped up in data or projects or just thoughts in general. Nowadays there was never simply nothing. Coding, sex, side project tinkering, getting lost in a job so deep he had to have those damned emergency protocols for it, he was always dancing to Something.
>>There's always music.
He laughed aloud when the trap sprung and Robin fell. "Get out of that, playboy." Even though temptation made his fingers wiggle, Fate didn't reply when the angry retort flew at him, figuring he'd let the other hacker stew. Either Robin would reply with what he actually wanted, why he'd contacted Fate in the first place, or he'd dig himself out and the game would be over for now. The next round would be a little more amped, and Fate would be prepared for it.
But what happened next made his lungs seize. The videos slamming onto his screen threw him backwards in time. The night he rescued a girl from the hands of Perseid Group, rescued her from torture, pain, the fate of science--of becoming a girl twisted, an experiment in another corporate cog and one that could have sundered worlds. The night of such near-failure he still had nightmares, still had the ghastly dreams that he'd never even mentioned to the now-woman who'd become his closest friend. Code came screaming into his system, blew through the open port and crashed through his firewalls, and it wasn't like any virus he'd ever encountered, unlike any virus ever.
This feed...it lived. Breathed.
Fate plugged in, nearly swallowed under as the panicked sights and sounds washed over him like a tsunami, memories swimming in the flood. Logic took a long time to settle in. At least he assumed it'd been a while before he could more reasonably pick apart the untamed code, because his muscles felt like they were screaming from holding still so long in his own panic. But logic DID indeed settle, and Fate hauled in a heavy breath. Robin couldn't know about Sascha. Nothing existed to tell him. To tell anyone. Fate had erased all evidence of the night, the research, the tests, everything had been obliterated by his own fingers. And these screens, they weren't Perseid.
"Son of a corporate slag..." he cursed as he tried to parse together the footage, so much like memories.
The metadata he dug into was so raw: unfiltered, undoctored.
Original. Personal.
"They want us to start over. Disable and dismantle the subject. I want her in the incinerator by nightfall."
He froze, struggling to understand, to come to terms with what was happening. Was this the reason Robin had called? A job that hinged on someone else's files, their horrifying past? Was it current? Or...
The hair on his arms and the back of his neck stood on end as a woman's voice filled the room with HIS NAME, not part of the files, not memory, NOW. The agony within was so intense it was all he could do to keep his eyes from watering. No, this...this was no game.
Something had gone very, very wrong.
He cleared his throat when he stood, dread coiling low in his belly even as he hovered over his desk like getting closer to the screen would somehow bring him physically closer to that terrified voice. "Robin? If you can hear me...say something"
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