| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
“You dumbshit,” Yunho growled, smacking YooChun on the side of his head. “You nearly compromised the mission, idiot. We almost got caught thanks to you. Remind me not to take you out until you display a sense of fucking propriety.”
YooChun raised an eyebrow at the group leader, “Now why in God’s green Earth would I do that?”
Yunho smacked him again for good measure, “Junsu, YOU remind me not to bring the dipshit out again.”
“Aye aye sir,” Junsu saluted, more focused on his video game then the command of his so-called ‘leader’.
Yunho then proceeded to press the cloth against YooChun’s arm again, eyes narrowing. “You keep pressure on that before you bleed out all over my new carpeting.”
YooChun mimicked him with a snooty face and raised voice. “Fuck, don’t get white carpet if you don’t want blood stains.”
Yunho eyed him menacingly, “You don’t fucking make a target practice out of yourself and we’ll negotiate carpet colors!”
“Hey, Ho, care to take a gander over here for a minute?” Changmin asked from the center of the lab, and Yunho immediately nodded and waltzed over the two steps to him, but not before smacking YooChun over the head again.
“Yeah, what’s up?” he inquired, looking down at the girl. Though she was rather unresponsive to them, Changmin had still insisted she was heavily sedated before he did anything. It was the first time Yunho really looked at her, but when he did, he realized she was rather pretty. Soft full lips, small chin, a nose that resembled a rolling hill, thick long eyelashes – the whole shebang.
Changmin pointed to her left leg, “See that discoloring there? It’s not an injury or anything – she actually has three metal plates in her leg, and similar plates in her arms, the back of her head, her chest, and neck. They’re titanium plates, each about a centimeter thick. The ones in her arms and chest look to be a repair for damaged transverse sternal nonunions, but the others…” Changmin bit his lip and tilted his head.
“The others…?” Yunho prodded.
“I’m thinking are not so,” he stated, carefully pulling her hair away from her neck. “See here, those little lines? I shot her with some gamma to get a better picture and it looks like there’s some complicated wiring and a rather intelligent codex system, which I’m assuming is where one would gain access to these files. The plates in the back of her head and leg have some sort of biosynthetic material inside them – not purely titanium – that’s causing them to function as duel alleviators; both part of her body and a foreign occupant. I’d say these are from a prior injury, strictly repairs, but the others hold mass storage units and tracking devises, sending and receiving a surprising amount of data in a short period of time if activated.”
“A tracking device? Wait, so they can track us down?” Yunho panicked, but Changmin’s head shook.
“I said ‘if activated’ – It’s relatively harmless, unless it is activated, but I’m sure that would have need for us to turn it on at this end, too, which I don’t think you’re willing to do.” Yunho shook his head, but the panic never alleviated from his eyes. Changmin sighed. “I can remove it, if you really want, but it’d be more or less just unnecessary pain for her.”
“Just do it,” Yunho said with a wave of his hand, “I don’t want to risk Hero storming in here with some army of Dats. And remove the files while you’re at it.”
Changmin gave him a look he knew well. Yunho winced inwardly, “What?”
“Well, see, Ho, that’s where it gets complicated.”
“It wasn’t complicated before?”
Changmin ignored his comment and continued, “See, Hero used some pretty sophisticated biomedical engineering on this…”
“…do continue.”
“I haven’t seen it before, but he somehow managed to develop a two-way BCI”-
“BCI?”
“Brain-computer interface – that is constantly accessing her subconscious. It’s all rather complicated, but simply put, it’s melded with her own brain. Removing it would… well, it would…”
“Kill her?” Yunho finished, to which Changmin nodded grimly. Yunho looked down at the girl again, before sighing. “Is there any way of copying the data?”
“Not unless you want to send her into a spiral of intense schizophrenia.”
Yunho pursed his lips, deep in thought. He stood for a moment, before sending him an odd look. “How would that happen?” Before Changmin could say anything, a voice spoke up.
“Because, if you’ve been paying any attention to what Black Hat over there’s been saying at all, you’d realize that her thoughts and the data in that chip are enmeshed – as in, they are one. If you were to extract the data, it’d be like taking away part of her world. You’d both remove her of any imagination and leave her a literal drone, or you’d take away her sense of reality and make her a complete psycho.” Junsu spoke without removing his eyes from the television screen, playing his game rather contently.
YooChun smacked Junsu in the arm, “Dude, when’d you get eggy on us?”
Junsu scowled, “I took biotechnology in college, assface.”
“So why can’t we just copy the data?” Yunho interjected, not really understanding what the fuss was about.
Changmin sighed, running his face over his face in mild anguish. “I’d have to send a third-party signal into grab it all. If she was just a one-way BCI, it could be done without any threat to the host, but if we send a third-party signal into an already active first- and second-party BCI, we risk scrambling any information we have, and, over all… we’d just…” his voice trailed, unsure of how he would put that.
“We’d fuck her up,” Junsu interjected again, and Changmin scowled.
“I’m real glad you’re taking active interest in this Science lessen, but I think you should shut up and finish you’re damn game.” He snarled, and Junsu rolled his eyes.
“Temperamental thing, you are.”
“I’m going to come over there, and so help me God if I don’t step on you’re tiny frame”-
“I’d like to see you get any force out of that chicken leg of yours, hacker-boy!” Junsu challenged, looking away from his game at sight of another, more interesting one.
“Why you little”- Changmin stopped mid-threat to look at Yunho in shock. “Wait, hold up, what did you just say?”
Yunho looked at Changmin calmly, pointing his finger at the girl lying on the lab table. “Do it. Copy the data.”
“Hyung, we could kill her…” Changmin trailed, looking uncomfortable.
“So? She’d die anyways as soon as Hero needed the info. And from what you’ve told me, there’s a chance she’s majorly electronic anyways. One life for the greater good isn’t so bad.” Yunho reasoned, looking away from him.
But Changmin shook his head again, “I am not going to knowingly do something that could kill an innocent. You guys are used to the death, but I’ve never killed anything in my life, and I’m not making her my first victim. You can’t just”-
“Do it, Changmin, unless you have a better idea, because as I see it, if we don’t we’re screwed.”
By this point, YooChun and Junsu were watching Yunho in shock.
But Changmin shook his head indignantly and turned around to shut down his computers. “I refuse.”
Yunho groaned and pushed Changmin out of the way, turning the computers on again and looking through Changmin’s papers for whatever he needed to get this done. Changmin quickly shoved him away and snapped, “Get the fuck off of my stuff.”
“Junsu,” Yunho called, gesturing for him to come over. “You took biotechnology, you know how to copy files?” At Junsu’s nod, Yunho beckoned for him to come closer. Junsu walked over to the table, inspecting the girl laying on it. He sighed.
“I don’t want to do this,” he admitted, “Changmin said this is sophisticated shit, so my knowledge is probably outdated. We risk killing her without retrieving the information.”
Yunho shrugged, “at least we would have tried.”
Junsu looked uneasily at Changmin, who was giving him distinct ‘don’t-do-it’ eyes, and then cut his gaze to Yunho, who was motioning for him to continue. Junsu sighed and sat down Changmin’s computer chair. “I can do it without the computer – you got a M.R.Rod and a USB port?”
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03.07.09