Reverse Engineering
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
841
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0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited OH BLARGAGH
Dialing Into The Stars
"I don\'t feel, and it feels great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I cross roads
I\'ve crossed the lines of all the great state roads.
How far does your road go?
Oh no, you don\'t know."
Modest Mouse, "Truckers Atlas"
+++BONUS TRACKS+++
"I will find a way to hurt you
On a pretext I will leave
I\'ve no choice but to surprise you
You stole the air I breathe."
Edge of Dawn, "The Flight [Lux]"*
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"So, before I take you back to our new base, I have a few things I want to ask. Well, one thing mostly--how did you get by after you quit Project R?"
Ophelia smiled. "Well, there are a few people who still have a taste for the--occultic--rituals of engineering."
"People, like who?" Alexander prodded. "You should tell me more."
She crossed her legs under herself on the chair and thought briefly of the things that Alexander obviously didn\'t know, like the backpack hidden in the captain\'s cabinet, storing the computer with her collected plans and projects since her escape, hidden in sheafs of blue quad paper. Even her pens and pencils were carefully stored in their own box so as not to scratch the black and red plastic casing of the laptop she\'d stolen from Project R.
"Come on, start talking."
She lied. "I work with racers, mainly. People who want to trick out their cars and realize that chanting over it doesn\'t do much. Small time stuff. I get paid in food, board, and a little cash sometimes. Saved up."
"For your voyage?"
"Yes, of course. Away from here."
"Here being our world entirely? I\'ve looked at the maps for this ship. You were bound for the isle of--Sol, am I right? Bit rocky and isolated for a permanent hideout. And I know there\'s a launch pad there. Do you know how I know?"
She took a moment before responding. Now we\'re even, Alex. What do you know? "I\'m pretty sure I do."
"No, you don\'t. I can tell just by looking at you. I know you a lot better than you think I do. But I\'ll tell you." Alexander leaned forward. "I built it for you. I knew you\'d be drawn to it like a magpie to a shiny piece of metal. Your ticket out. I built it to find you, Ophelia, and it worked." He chuckled gently. "You\'re so much more predictable than you think you are." The laughter didn\'t stop as he reached behind him, into the captain\'s cabinet and produced her army surplus backpack. "And I knew that you were lying to me. It\'s all right. I expected as much. You\'d never venture into space without something to sell. You always did watch your own back."
Oh no. Oh, no.
"Who were you going to sell this to? Who would you trust with this, my dear, darling Ophelia? An automated mass-deployment device? If I didn\'t know better, I would say that you were going to--resell--what you made for me. That just isn\'t right. It\'s poor business ethics."
Frozen, mouth open, she gaped at him. "You aren\'t going to--"
"Take it back? Take back what\'s rightfully mine? What you--" he rose, shouting "--what you promised me, Dr. Knight? You\'re damn right I\'m going to! And you\'re going to stay on with me, in a new role--technical fucking support!"
Knuckles white with rage, and rage at her own impotence, Ophelia looked up at him, and, ashamed, began to cry--something one should never do in front of one\'s boss.
*A/N: This turned out SO differently than I thought it would. Additionally, you may also enjoy the Autoaggression mix of "The Flight".
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I cross roads
I\'ve crossed the lines of all the great state roads.
How far does your road go?
Oh no, you don\'t know."
Modest Mouse, "Truckers Atlas"
+++BONUS TRACKS+++
"I will find a way to hurt you
On a pretext I will leave
I\'ve no choice but to surprise you
You stole the air I breathe."
Edge of Dawn, "The Flight [Lux]"*
-------------
"So, before I take you back to our new base, I have a few things I want to ask. Well, one thing mostly--how did you get by after you quit Project R?"
Ophelia smiled. "Well, there are a few people who still have a taste for the--occultic--rituals of engineering."
"People, like who?" Alexander prodded. "You should tell me more."
She crossed her legs under herself on the chair and thought briefly of the things that Alexander obviously didn\'t know, like the backpack hidden in the captain\'s cabinet, storing the computer with her collected plans and projects since her escape, hidden in sheafs of blue quad paper. Even her pens and pencils were carefully stored in their own box so as not to scratch the black and red plastic casing of the laptop she\'d stolen from Project R.
"Come on, start talking."
She lied. "I work with racers, mainly. People who want to trick out their cars and realize that chanting over it doesn\'t do much. Small time stuff. I get paid in food, board, and a little cash sometimes. Saved up."
"For your voyage?"
"Yes, of course. Away from here."
"Here being our world entirely? I\'ve looked at the maps for this ship. You were bound for the isle of--Sol, am I right? Bit rocky and isolated for a permanent hideout. And I know there\'s a launch pad there. Do you know how I know?"
She took a moment before responding. Now we\'re even, Alex. What do you know? "I\'m pretty sure I do."
"No, you don\'t. I can tell just by looking at you. I know you a lot better than you think I do. But I\'ll tell you." Alexander leaned forward. "I built it for you. I knew you\'d be drawn to it like a magpie to a shiny piece of metal. Your ticket out. I built it to find you, Ophelia, and it worked." He chuckled gently. "You\'re so much more predictable than you think you are." The laughter didn\'t stop as he reached behind him, into the captain\'s cabinet and produced her army surplus backpack. "And I knew that you were lying to me. It\'s all right. I expected as much. You\'d never venture into space without something to sell. You always did watch your own back."
Oh no. Oh, no.
"Who were you going to sell this to? Who would you trust with this, my dear, darling Ophelia? An automated mass-deployment device? If I didn\'t know better, I would say that you were going to--resell--what you made for me. That just isn\'t right. It\'s poor business ethics."
Frozen, mouth open, she gaped at him. "You aren\'t going to--"
"Take it back? Take back what\'s rightfully mine? What you--" he rose, shouting "--what you promised me, Dr. Knight? You\'re damn right I\'m going to! And you\'re going to stay on with me, in a new role--technical fucking support!"
Knuckles white with rage, and rage at her own impotence, Ophelia looked up at him, and, ashamed, began to cry--something one should never do in front of one\'s boss.
*A/N: This turned out SO differently than I thought it would. Additionally, you may also enjoy the Autoaggression mix of "The Flight".