| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
“I should have seen it sooner, really,” Changmin commented, running his hands through his hair. He tossed a look to the girl – the girl called Six – who was sitting on the kitchen table a mere foot away from him. YooChun was standing next to her, looking her over – Junsu was lounging on the couch beside Changmin, and Yunho was standing in the middle of the den, flicking his eyes between Changmin and the girl habitually. “She’s an info drone. God, I feel like such an idiot, being concerned about it. Definitely an info drone.”
“Info drone?” YooChun piped up, “You mean those robots that were on the news a while ago? Changmin, you’re a fucking lunatic. She’s definitely human.”
“Cyborg,” Changmin corrected, “She’s a mutual bonding of human life and biotechnology – she’s a humanoid information carrying system; a Cyborg. Ah, I feel like such an idiot. Obviously she was an info drone – why else would she have such technology in her neck? Christ…”
Yunho pursed his lips, turning his eyes to the girl once more, who was looking down at her feet, swaying them gently over the edge of the table. “So if she died, it wouldn’t be such a big deal, then? I mean, she’s not really human?”
Changmin snorted, “Not human at all. She’s programmed to have one task throughout her life, and once that task is completed, she self-terminates.”
“But if that’s so, how as it that she told you her name?” YooChun questioned, “From what I’ve heard about drones, they don’t speak unless you spurt numbers at them.”
Changmin’s eyes rolled, “Obviously she was taught simple sentence structure and common sentences. I don’t take Hero to be the sort of idiot that would just make an obvious drone – this is probably why he chose a human host. Drones are obviously robots; she’s far more inconspicuous. She could probably get by pretty well on her own if she were to be abandoned on a street for a night.”
“How would she have learnt anything?” Junsu asked, sitting up in his spot and looking with interest at her. “When I was in school”-
“No offense, Junsu, but technology has advanced quite a bit since you quit college,” Changmin commented snidely, earning a scowl from a very offended Junsu. “It’s programmed into Info Drone’s interface these days to have a capacity for a small amount of acquired information – usually not much, but it depends on how much space is used by the owners documentations.”
“So, in theory,” Yunho started, walking over to her again, “she’s a product.”
“Think of her as a very expensive, very complicated USB port,” offered Changmin.
Yunho hmm’d, holding her face in hands and inspecting her face. “Where do you think Hero got her?” he inquired, pushing her head back to get a decent view of her neck and the faint wiring he could see under her skin.
YooChun laughed, “Probably the ICU in Hestville – people don’t give a shit down there, it’s easy to get a free slave.” The three of them sent YooChun an incredulous look, to which he baulked. “Oh come on, I’m not the only one who watches the news, am I?”
“That’s probably why she has reconstructive surgery, then,” Changmin pondered aloud, patting his chin. “Previous lost cause – probably got in a car crash, crushed her legs up. I guess they were going to pull the plug when Hero saw potential for a free drone. No matter – now that I don’t have to worry about killing anyone, I’ll just disassemble her now and get the flash card out for you, Ho.”
“Thank you,” Yunho stated, before clapping his hands loudly. “I’m heading out for a few beers – you guys coming with?”
YooChun and Junsu jumped up immediately, heading for the door with loud ‘yep’s. Changmin sat down at his desk and flicked on his monitor, typing something into a report document as Yunho watched.
“You ain’t coming?” he inquired, leaning against the doorframe.
Changmin scrunched his face, “Naw, I’ll just get this done now. Might take a while – you guys have fun.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, yeah, go out, get smashed, get laid – I want to figure out the script they used to code her, take her apart slowly.”
Yunho rolled his eyes, sending him a look. “You’re not gunna put her back together again, are you?” He meant it as a joke, but Changmin turned around to look at him seriously.
“I don’t plan on having to, but if I can’t figure something out, I probably will.”
Yunho stared for a moment, before he pushed himself from the doorframe and smiled. “Alright, not that this hasn’t been fun, but I’m off now.”
“See you later, Ho.”
“Don’t stay up too late, Minnah.”
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06.07.09