Title: "Re: compense"
POV: [[scarlett]]
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
permetaform
Pairings: Pintel/Ragetti, Scarlett/Ragetti, Jack/Scarlett
Rating: PG13?
Warning: bastardized html and sys. code, and ...erm...how do I classify this thing???
Disclaimer: I don’t own the PotC universe; heck, I don’t even own this *alternate* universe. Don’t own the characters either. Pity, that.
Summary:
To: Sparrow
Re: compense
Input? (y|n)
Notes: Part ofmusexmoirai’s wonderful ALT+F4 universe. Send her love for creating such a wonderful space to play in.
More Notes: This is really really REALLY wierd. Just to warn you.
And yet, More Notes: This is going to make NO SENSE without reading the third part of her ALT+F4 series...
~
|: Loading…
|: de.File Complete
|:
|: scarlett.exe
“What are you up to ‘ere, me boyo?” ([obj src=”CommandStruct_Pintel.exe”])
“They returned her with limbs all broken. Wouldn’t 'ave been a problem, really. But they’d messed up her internal circuitry too, poor gel.”
|: Open? (y|n)
|: y
He’d parted her legs and stuck two fingers in to assess the damage. She
|: dir://[BODY META-type=”FEMALE” INPUT=”_NONE_”]
registered them ([obj src=”Creator_Ragetti.exe”]) and did not move. She presses her lips together, sensors noting copper, iron, and powdered rubber-synthicate, and froze against a failure that did not come.
|: System check…complete
|: Searching…
|: damage_new.rpt not found
No damage?
But, remember. This was not a User but her creator. He values her, she knows this,
|: ERROR – File not found
and still she wishes to deny him. His eyes are wide with concentration as he probes inside her, but he looks like he’s handling an item, an object, a mass of metal, wiring, and synthsized polymer.
Which she is; exactly, that.
She forgets sometimes.
|: Erase file? (y|n)
|: y
The man that sags with grease comes forth and places his hand palm-down on her creator.
She zooms in on that shoulder and zooms in and sees the oil drops smear in, irrevocably. She sees the fingerprints everywhere.
Her creator still has his fingers inside her.
|: dir://[HEAD align=”center”] (program not responding)
“Last customer used her hard.” Her creator absently rubs his glass eye with his upper arm but was stopped by the other.
“You should’ve grown another,” his head was tilted up, “or gotten it wired. Why’d you keep this glass one in?” her creator was given an insistent look, “You didn’t ‘ave to.”
Her creator stilled and looked at her− ([ERROR – shift:F5])
Her creator stilled and focused beyond her, beyond the walls, out to the−
“It. It is made of.” he paused, visibily searching for− ([FILE-CORRUPTED DATA-LOST]) −for a word that’s not supposed to exist. “Of sand.” and he looks confused.
The other melded like metal moves, when it gets too warm. He drops a kiss onto her creator’s brow. Onto her creator’s nose. Onto her creator’s lips.
The fingers that were still inside her twitched, and there, and she saw what the stars might’ve looked like had there still been clouds.
|: INPUT UNKNOWN
|: Save? (y|n)
|: y
|: y
|: y
They kept on twitching, spasmodically, as her creator leaned back and looked at−− not her.
And then he removes his hand.
|: File Lost − string interrupted
They leave her, moving to an adjacent room and. They leave her, her limbs and insides twisted on the table as if she’d never arrived to be repaired at all and. They leave her, twisting twisting twisting−
|: Save files? (y|n)
|: n
|:
|: System Load
She wakes up to see a new user ([PROFILE type=”random“]), looking at her.
“Now isn’t this a lovely one?” there was a gleam in sooty eyes, “She’ll do.” He turns, she follows, and notes his name
|: User code=”Sparrow”
(end)
~~~~~~~~
POV: [[scarlett]]
Author:
permetaformPairings: Pintel/Ragetti, Scarlett/Ragetti, Jack/Scarlett
Rating: PG13?
Warning: bastardized html and sys. code, and ...erm...how do I classify this thing???
Disclaimer: I don’t own the PotC universe; heck, I don’t even own this *alternate* universe. Don’t own the characters either. Pity, that.
Summary:
To: Sparrow
Re: compense
Input? (y|n)
Notes: Part of
musexmoirai’s wonderful ALT+F4 universe. Send her love for creating such a wonderful space to play in.More Notes: This is really really REALLY wierd. Just to warn you.
And yet, More Notes: This is going to make NO SENSE without reading the third part of her ALT+F4 series...
~
|: Loading…
|: de.File Complete
|:
|: scarlett.exe
“What are you up to ‘ere, me boyo?” ([obj src=”CommandStruct_Pintel.exe”])
“They returned her with limbs all broken. Wouldn’t 'ave been a problem, really. But they’d messed up her internal circuitry too, poor gel.”
|: Open? (y|n)
|: y
He’d parted her legs and stuck two fingers in to assess the damage. She
|: dir://[BODY META-type=”FEMALE” INPUT=”_NONE_”]
registered them ([obj src=”Creator_Ragetti.exe”]) and did not move. She presses her lips together, sensors noting copper, iron, and powdered rubber-synthicate, and froze against a failure that did not come.
|: System check…complete
|: Searching…
|: damage_new.rpt not found
No damage?
But, remember. This was not a User but her creator. He values her, she knows this,
|: ERROR – File not found
and still she wishes to deny him. His eyes are wide with concentration as he probes inside her, but he looks like he’s handling an item, an object, a mass of metal, wiring, and synthsized polymer.
Which she is; exactly, that.
She forgets sometimes.
|: Erase file? (y|n)
|: y
The man that sags with grease comes forth and places his hand palm-down on her creator.
She zooms in on that shoulder and zooms in and sees the oil drops smear in, irrevocably. She sees the fingerprints everywhere.
Her creator still has his fingers inside her.
|: dir://[HEAD align=”center”] (program not responding)
“Last customer used her hard.” Her creator absently rubs his glass eye with his upper arm but was stopped by the other.
“You should’ve grown another,” his head was tilted up, “or gotten it wired. Why’d you keep this glass one in?” her creator was given an insistent look, “You didn’t ‘ave to.”
Her creator stilled and looked at her− ([ERROR – shift:F5])
Her creator stilled and focused beyond her, beyond the walls, out to the−
“It. It is made of.” he paused, visibily searching for− ([FILE-CORRUPTED DATA-LOST]) −for a word that’s not supposed to exist. “Of sand.” and he looks confused.
The other melded like metal moves, when it gets too warm. He drops a kiss onto her creator’s brow. Onto her creator’s nose. Onto her creator’s lips.
The fingers that were still inside her twitched, and there, and she saw what the stars might’ve looked like had there still been clouds.
|: INPUT UNKNOWN
|: Save? (y|n)
|: y
|: y
|: y
They kept on twitching, spasmodically, as her creator leaned back and looked at−− not her.
And then he removes his hand.
|: File Lost − string interrupted
They leave her, moving to an adjacent room and. They leave her, her limbs and insides twisted on the table as if she’d never arrived to be repaired at all and. They leave her, twisting twisting twisting−
|: Save files? (y|n)
|: n
|:
|: System Load
She wakes up to see a new user ([PROFILE type=”random“]), looking at her.
“Now isn’t this a lovely one?” there was a gleam in sooty eyes, “She’ll do.” He turns, she follows, and notes his name
|: User code=”Sparrow”
(end)
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