My second chapter of Up is not progressing as quickly as I want. But nevertheless, I'd like to share the first part.
Not much Rhyiona, be warned
Dark. It is too dark. He can't see anything.
He tries to move his limbs. He can't feel his left arm. In the dark he can't even know if it is lost or just not responding.
He hears voices, quiet, worried, loud, angry, too many of them.
"The cybernetics are damaged. We must switch them off the body." An old man's voice, he sounds very sure.
No, no, no, no! They can't do that!
"Is it safe?" Woman asks, doubtful.
"I won't call it safe hardware removal. The connected parts of his body may take damage. And of course the hacking abilities will be unavailable further on." The first voice explains.
Someone snorts. "Why would we need him then?" Another woman.
"Sasha's right. We need to keep the cybernetics. The upgrade is still protected by ASS." First woman intervenes. "Is there no other way to wake him from this coma?" She sounds desperate.
Some pause.
"Let us give him time. Till morning." The old man concludes.
Voices continue to argue, but become quieter, as their owners walk away.
This is it. He has time till morning. He is furious, he would gladly smash something if any blasted object was in range. Jack grits his teeth. He would not let them kill him.
This damned Rhys, so clumsy to get electrocuted by his own stun baton. Rhys is still unconscious. Jack decides to reboot the cybernetics himself.
He runs the debug procedures, identifying bad memory sectors. It is not easy, because his own body projection lacks some parts, and some parts are unstable.
"Not enough RAM, procedure aborted." Jack curses the time he decided to record his error messages in Nisha's voice. It sounds like she is mocking his helpless state, which is the very thing she'd do in this situation.
He runs it one more time, trying to use Rhys' cybernetics built-in memory.
"Access denied. Trying to hack the firewall. Not enough RAM, procedure aborted."
Jack cries out, devastated. He need to keep calm, he says to himself. He need to think.
"What's the use of thinking, if you don't have enough brain?" Jack mutters sarcastically. It is crystal clear he requires a connection to the network.
Time passes so slowly. He paces around in this nowhere space. Rhys' sensing systems are not responding, only the hearing and touch is available. But it is so damned bloody quiet. And his hand can't reach anything but the bed.
Is this insanity? Is it what avaits him when they disconnect the cybernetics? This suffocating solitude, this pointless anger, this strange feeling...fear?
His thoughts ponder to the mistakes he's done. He could have hacked Rhys systems earlier. He could have installed the overload protection. He could have made the backup copy.
He's been reckless. How could he leave any control to that halfwitted employee? Jack is drowning in self reproach. This is not characteristic of him. He feels like he is losing himself, his personality, the thing that have kept him whole all along.
Fiona can't sleep. She is worried about the lifeless body of her Vault hunting partner. She tried to think it was all about the Vault and the Gortys imprinting, but she can't. His boyish grin as he left them, disappearing in the forest with Sasha, his pained grimace as her sister brought him back. Sasha explained that Rhys tried to fight some jellyfish thingies with his stun baton, but somehow was striken by the electricity.
Fiona gets up. Maybe a walk will clear her mind. The guilt is gnawing at her soul. What was she thinking? Rhys was, is, she corrects herself as a sharp pain goes through her heart, is a kid, just like Sasha. She should not have sent them together. So infatuated with Athena and the Vault hunting, she forgot her place as the only sensible adult.
She walks up to Rhys, lying on the bed in the center of the room. There is a table nearby with computer and all types of wrenches prepared for the disconnecting operation. Fiona sits in the chair. She looks at Rhys, who looks like a corpse in the moonlight.
Is he...? Fiona leans forward to hear his weak breathing, relieved a bit. She is still doubting, so she feels the pulse on his neck.
"Good." She whispers. "Rhys... We need you," she begins in a trembling voice. She has a feeling it is right thing to talk to him. "I need you..." She adds.
That night in the van, she can't forget it. She is still blushing at the thought. But still, it was a wrong thing to do. He never mentioned it again. Nothing changed between them after that. It is unbearable.
Fiona never wanted her romance being like that. Drunken, needy embraces in the dark and secret. She feels dirty. She feels like she has ruined any chances of normal relationship with Rhys. What must he think of her... She doesn't want to know.
Her eyes return to him after watching the floor in her shameful state.
"We can't do it without you. Please, wake up." Fiona asks him softly, her fingers curling around his cybernetic hand, giving him a gentle squeeze.
She thinks of leaving when metallic fingers move to form a firm grip around her wrist.
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You should do a fanfiction about that
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That's probably the case for a lot here, definitely is with me. (¬_¬")
They are having fun
Heavy Rain
aye aye
ew
braffds
lifeeee aura lifeeeeee aura01
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I CAN'T
Oh god my eyes-
Never again shall I browse "TFTB Loader Bot" art. What I saw scarred me to the brink of insanity-
Would anyone like to suck my Chocolate Salty Balls?
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Show me
Me, of course
r34, huh?
Why are you sad? R34 Loader-Bot should be something amazing!
wat
I take the left, you take the right.
oh if only life was like a game
no
Its grim.
This is another reason why I'm not considering you as a lewd god.
I'm sure you'll be fine as long as you don't get your coil springs removed.
Okay, I'll take both
Gotta love South Park.
y'know, there's no need to quote the entire comment :P
Yep, life would be so much more awesome if it was like a game.
Haha... oh well x)
whatever you say
Because it hasn't been done for a while:
Daily Rhyiona is love, Rhyiona is life reminder:
As long it isn't R34 related it's at least bearable.
Pls don't tell me that Loader Bot r34 is a thing...(°~°)
My second chapter of Up is not progressing as quickly as I want. But nevertheless, I'd like to share the first part.
Not much Rhyiona, be warned
Dark. It is too dark. He can't see anything.
He tries to move his limbs. He can't feel his left arm. In the dark he can't even know if it is lost or just not responding.
He hears voices, quiet, worried, loud, angry, too many of them.
"The cybernetics are damaged. We must switch them off the body." An old man's voice, he sounds very sure.
No, no, no, no! They can't do that!
"Is it safe?" Woman asks, doubtful.
"I won't call it safe hardware removal. The connected parts of his body may take damage. And of course the hacking abilities will be unavailable further on." The first voice explains.
Someone snorts. "Why would we need him then?" Another woman.
"Sasha's right. We need to keep the cybernetics. The upgrade is still protected by ASS." First woman intervenes. "Is there no other way to wake him from this coma?" She sounds desperate.
Some pause.
"Let us give him time. Till morning." The old man concludes.
Voices continue to argue, but become quieter, as their owners walk away.
This is it. He has time till morning. He is furious, he would gladly smash something if any blasted object was in range. Jack grits his teeth. He would not let them kill him.
This damned Rhys, so clumsy to get electrocuted by his own stun baton. Rhys is still unconscious. Jack decides to reboot the cybernetics himself.
He runs the debug procedures, identifying bad memory sectors. It is not easy, because his own body projection lacks some parts, and some parts are unstable.
"Not enough RAM, procedure aborted." Jack curses the time he decided to record his error messages in Nisha's voice. It sounds like she is mocking his helpless state, which is the very thing she'd do in this situation.
He runs it one more time, trying to use Rhys' cybernetics built-in memory.
"Access denied. Trying to hack the firewall. Not enough RAM, procedure aborted."
Jack cries out, devastated. He need to keep calm, he says to himself. He need to think.
"What's the use of thinking, if you don't have enough brain?" Jack mutters sarcastically. It is crystal clear he requires a connection to the network.
Time passes so slowly. He paces around in this nowhere space. Rhys' sensing systems are not responding, only the hearing and touch is available. But it is so damned bloody quiet. And his hand can't reach anything but the bed.
Is this insanity? Is it what avaits him when they disconnect the cybernetics? This suffocating solitude, this pointless anger, this strange feeling...fear?
His thoughts ponder to the mistakes he's done. He could have hacked Rhys systems earlier. He could have installed the overload protection. He could have made the backup copy.
He's been reckless. How could he leave any control to that halfwitted employee? Jack is drowning in self reproach. This is not characteristic of him. He feels like he is losing himself, his personality, the thing that have kept him whole all along.
Fiona can't sleep. She is worried about the lifeless body of her Vault hunting partner. She tried to think it was all about the Vault and the Gortys imprinting, but she can't. His boyish grin as he left them, disappearing in the forest with Sasha, his pained grimace as her sister brought him back. Sasha explained that Rhys tried to fight some jellyfish thingies with his stun baton, but somehow was striken by the electricity.
Fiona gets up. Maybe a walk will clear her mind. The guilt is gnawing at her soul. What was she thinking? Rhys was, is, she corrects herself as a sharp pain goes through her heart, is a kid, just like Sasha. She should not have sent them together. So infatuated with Athena and the Vault hunting, she forgot her place as the only sensible adult.
She walks up to Rhys, lying on the bed in the center of the room. There is a table nearby with computer and all types of wrenches prepared for the disconnecting operation. Fiona sits in the chair. She looks at Rhys, who looks like a corpse in the moonlight.
Is he...? Fiona leans forward to hear his weak breathing, relieved a bit. She is still doubting, so she feels the pulse on his neck.
"Good." She whispers. "Rhys... We need you," she begins in a trembling voice. She has a feeling it is right thing to talk to him. "I need you..." She adds.
That night in the van, she can't forget it. She is still blushing at the thought. But still, it was a wrong thing to do. He never mentioned it again. Nothing changed between them after that. It is unbearable.
Fiona never wanted her romance being like that. Drunken, needy embraces in the dark and secret. She feels dirty. She feels like she has ruined any chances of normal relationship with Rhys. What must he think of her... She doesn't want to know.
Her eyes return to him after watching the floor in her shameful state.
"We can't do it without you. Please, wake up." Fiona asks him softly, her fingers curling around his cybernetic hand, giving him a gentle squeeze.
She thinks of leaving when metallic fingers move to form a firm grip around her wrist.
it's not as popular as rhyiona r34 thankfully
That's the really old one
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