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My favorite handlers.

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Jumper buddies, probably bitching about discussing suicidal boyfriends over tea.

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John watched the fingers, his eyes following any sort of movement his owner would make in a way that signified he was on and processing the data being sent out. He was plucked upward in a matter of seconds, his small little beep made it seem like out of surprise but he was merely responding to his user holding him. His cheek was poked and his head was moved before it returned to its normal position. With another beep he was reaching up to grab Sherlock's finger, nodding at his directed question. Something close to an attempt at responding as he poked the finger back.

John beeped turning speech to text in a matter of seconds. His mouth opened in a way to mimic Sherlock’s words, helping his processor establish the correct spelling and sentence structure. He still made no other sounds however and with the text written up he sent it and unplugged himself from the computer.

He beeped at Sherlock, a different tone from his normal one to signify the message had in fact been sent to Lestrade’s mobile. John sat, looking up at the man, his bright blue eyes almost seeming expectant. How preposterous though, he was a machine after all.

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John beeped turning speech to text in a matter of seconds. His mouth opened in a way to mimic Sherlock's words, helping his processor establish the correct spelling and sentence structure. He still made no other sounds however and with the text written up he sent it and unplugged himself from the computer.

He beeped at Sherlock, a different tone from his normal one to signify the message had in fact been sent to Lestrade's mobile. John sat, looking up at the man, his bright blue eyes almost seeming expectant. How preposterous thought, he was a machine after all.

Sherlock watching the screen curiously, a bit disappointed with its memory. Simple fix, however. It would be dealt with when the small android got its next upgrade. He nodded when the device beeped, verifying that that he was indeed following along. Was that the proper method? Probably not, but it seemed sufficient. The messaging, email, and internet speed was surprisingly advanced, and would prove useful until the smart phone package arrived. The persocom as a whole would take some getting used to, however. He had been rather attached to his hand held cell, carrying a effectively a small person around would be rather… Odd.

Well then. Might as well take John out for a bit of a test run. He moved to the computer, unplugging the device, before picking it up. “Right. Text, Lestrade. ‘Anymore news on the Leigh murder? SH’ Send.” He said simply, head cocked to the side as gave his request. 

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John was glad that mix up was fixed and he allowed his owner, Sherlock, to lift up his shirt. He wasn’t curious. It wasn’t in his programming to be so, however the android found Sherlock’s readiness to interact with him favorable. With a soft beep John fixed his tiny little shirt and began using the computer as an interface, simply needing the display to convey his abilities.

He brought up some numbers, the code cycling through until it translated into words. The screen was completely hijacked, like a projector as John motioned for his owner to see. He showed him not only his memory space but lifted up his shirt to touch the side of his chest where the SD Card was inserted. He beeped at Sherlock once in a while as of he’d understand.

First there was his messaging system. He could record, type and send any sort of message Sherlock wished. He could also interact faintly with emails but the upgrade to the smart phone would be needed if Sherlock wished for him to hold more than the last 10 recent ones. He could cycle through the Internet at a moderate speed, the update surely quickening the process but currently on 3G. John also managed to show Sherlock his imported contacts, about as useful right now as a small notebook and phone.

Sherlock’s brow perked as the small persocom shook its head, not expecting a reply. No? So it had a name, then? Or did it simply dislike the title ‘mobile’? He watched curiously as the device stumbled a bit, his gaze immediately flicking onto the computer screen. “Oh,” He murmured, a bit surprised but the androids swift correction of his own mistake, far from accustomed to a persocoms understanding. He nodded, giving the device a curious look. “Right, John then. Simple enough.” 

He leaned forward in his chair, arms resting leisurely on the edge of the table. What else could it do? He lifted up the devices ‘shirt’ completely, noting that there was only one port, before retracting his hand. “Hm. So… John. Fast learner?” He murmured, not sure where to start. Talking with ones mobile seemed rather ridiculous, after all. “Ah… How much memory do you contain? I do hope at least 5G’s.” He remarked, “Actually, would you mind giving me a display of your abilities?” He added as an after thought, finding that that would be the fastest method of learning.

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He beeped at the man, merely waiting for instructions until he was able to reply. The device found himself recording the phone number, easily connecting to the network and the SIM card when it was inserted. It was less out of curiousness and more simply data collecting that the mobile scanned through the card, simply to see what was important and what could be pushed back on the list.

It wasn't out of interest that he beeped in compliance to his new owner, it was merely his programming, however this mobile had so much room to grow. He seemed to understand the need to move forward as the laptop was pulled and the machine got to his feet. He moved closer before settling himself down, large blue eyes looking up at Sherlock again.

He blinked at the words being spoken to him. Digitally writing down Sherlock's name in the ownership line, the device found itself beeping at Sherlock. He shook his head, as if saying no to him. Looking around, still fairly new to the world, the android turned to the one thing he knew how to communicate with. Stumbling somewhat, he interacted with the computer, only able to understand so much. He brought the screen of the manufacturers and pointed for Sherlock to see.

His mobile number was displayed across the big screen. J-0HN. It should for J series, the number representing his model number and the last part meaning Home Networking. The android looked to his human owner, hoping he would understand.

Sherlock watched curiously as the device stared up. It wasn’t that he hadn’t a mobile persocom, they were bloody everywhere, but this was the first time he had witnessed an androids ‘waking’. He himself had never seen the appeal of having, essentially, a tiny person as a cellular device, but watching the little thing move was rather entertaining.

He leaned in close to the device, wanting to inspect the mobile a bit before set up, and poked lightly here and there at the androids body. The beeping was a bit odd, though it was bound to be expected with unactivated device, he supposed. He let out a soft hum as he flicked through the manual, quickly reading up on the activation process. He wouldn’t have much use with a base cellular model, and an upgrade to smart phone would be imperative.

"Right," He sighed, setting the book aside before plucking his SIM card from his old mobile. "Phone number. 0115 979 7764.” He started, waiting for the compliant beep before lifting the devices protective case, exposing its side and carefully inserting the card with a soft click. The mobile was mostly self sufficient in this regard, making any necessary set up incredibly simplistic. “Language. English.” He finalized.

He pulled his laptop closer, careful not to jerk the android, before hopping onto the manufactures website. It would take a day or two for the upgrade to arrive in the mail, leaving him stuck with the base model in the mean time. He glanced back over towards the device curiously, unsure of how to interact with the thing. “My name is Sherlock Holmes. I suppose I should name you something? Or will ‘mobile’ do?” He inquired, more to himself than anything.

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He booted up relatively quickly, the small hum of his motherboard starting up and getting his processor's working. His eyes opened and there was a faint blue glow from his pupils that shed across his human like cheeks. He could pass for one if he wasn't so small but the point of this device was for mobility and miniscule tasks.

The servos in his system were slowly working to moving with more speed until he was looking up at his new owner. He blinked before waiting for instructions. His small hands and feet flexing with the moving parts, his processor's taking in the world around him.

Though he may have been last years model and not as popular as the new ones, the tiny device was overall an adorable companion. Perhaps a good start for Sherlock, considering the man's nature. He would have to install a couple of things before he could wipe his hands clean of his old phone but after John was hooked up, he would be ready for usage. The charger helping him wake up as the the time passed. He seemed to beep when prodded by any sort of fingers or curious inspections, his talking function needing to be activated first.

Fine. After nearly nine months of pointless nagging from his brother, apparently finding it alarmingly necessary for his well being, he finally caved. He would purchase a bloody persocom.

The devices were a common sight due to their versatility, be it a personal computer or having the android perform complex tasks in a work environment. However, the most distinguishing, and the most appealing aspect of the devices was their varying forms and person-ability. Undoubtedly his brothers true reasoning of pressuring him to finally make the purchase. He was always so concerned with his lack of personal interaction with others. Tsk.

With little previous interest in the devices, he did marginal research, picking out several varying models before making his way to the nearest supplier. He refused to purchase one of the larger persocom’s, immediately deciding they were an utter waste of time and space. No, no. A mobile type would be more then enough for his needs, and would shut Mycroft up in the process.

Browsing the large selection he worked quickly, plucking two of the devices from the shelf that he had previously analyzed. Upgrade-able with little of the ‘personable’ aspect that he wanted nothing to do with. Either would do. However, both had the most recent operating system that was… Less than favorable to say the least. He placed the devices back, his gaze raking over the aisle until he finally spotted a the the model, tucked back on the bottom shelf. 

It was the previous years series, a model that still had the previous, more favorable, operating system, and could still be easily upgraded. This will do nicely. He purchased the small persocom at the front, waving off any offers of a newer model, before shooting off a finalizing text to Mycroft as he made his way back to the flat.

With a soft sigh he sat down at the kitchen table, carefully removing the small android from its packaging before glancing quickly over the directions. A soft tap of one of the ‘ears’ revealed a raveled up USB cord, which he promptly plugged into his laptop, before pressing the power button.

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The Hounds of Teddyville

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I hope Sherlock hasn't accosted you yet into shenanigans. 

[arch a brow at that]

It looks that big.

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3月~5月的一些塗鴉

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That is correct.

Don't worry since I'm sure I know how I am, you'll get used to this quick.

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Hardly a good enough explanation. Partly John's fault for not being around much though. He simply couldn't get his mind to focus. Nor did he think what he said was good for Sherlock. Forcing that kind of affection without even taking his feelings into consideration. The dose was helping with the impending headache though and for that he seemed grateful. Though his hand under the table began to pick at his own nails. His thumb clicking and trying to smooth them out. He nearly brought it to his mouth had he not figured Sherlock would take it as a nervous tick. John rubbed at his eyes, tapping his knee to stop messing with his nails.

"..So..How's things?" John should get an award for best skills at ending awkward silences.

Cheaper by the dozen

He wasn’t going to explain himself a second time. He wanted an apple because he was hungry. He was hungry and able to eat it because he had done an experiment that returned his liveliness to him. He was warm and still able to venom  John when he’d kissed the man’s temple.

Everything was already neatly laid out in front of John to figure it out.

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dean is the prettiest