#i apologise in advance for how much of a nuisance I am going to become

[achilleanauthor]

I swear, I haven't watched a single episode of Fionna and Cake, but with Gary and Marshall and just everything about Gary and Marshall, along with Brian David Ice King, I am experiencing a state of hyperfixation so excrutiatingly feral that I think I'm going to explode.

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1301. Part 2

This was prompted by the wonderful @sparklingrainbowdragon! It’s not my best, or as good as the first part, but it’s something. Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

Their little heart-to-heart had been okay. Gavin didn’t find sleep easy that night, being plagued by how goddamn week he had been to apologise to a tin-can no one should care for. What did it matter how a robot felt? It wasn’t like anyone had ever cared how he himself felt and he was phcking human! Somehow his thoughts spiralled back to that encounter with Elijah, this final meeting that changed everything: His ambitions and goals in life, his efforts to get on people’s good side, his relationship with his family. Some stray thoughts had compared his behaviour to Elijah and his doomed self-worth had sprinkled more salt in the wound telling him he was just as much of an asshole his brother had been to him. Gavin’s answer had been to turn to his other side in anger, pulling the blankets closer around him as if they could protect him from his own thoughts. He didn’t fall asleep easily that night, and the sleep itself wasn’t resting at all.

The next day he walked into the bullpen with an even sourer mood than normally. One look into the new android’s face had him groaning and disappearing to the break room. He wasn’t ready for another day of this and he knew this morning would end in murder without his coffee.

The days passed without any casualties, but it gotten pretty far a few times. Even if the android had disagreed when they first met, Gavin had to side with Fowler on this one: The android had no personality. It had shown some ticks and preferences, but not enough to say it liked something. Gavin had no problem with that, he could work with bland people as he didn’t care enough for them anyways, but no, the RK900 was just as much a people-pleaser as Connor. Even worse: Whenever a superior officer of rank or experience said something, it would agree. There was no challenging others or just plain disagreeing. God, not even a healthy, civilised discussion worked. And even that would have been something Gavin might have tolerated had the android not turned on him.

Gavin had used unconventional methods on a case. The android documented it in detail in his report. Gavin had been rude to a witness, who had complained about him. The android had told Fowler when asked. Hank had made a crude comment about Gavin. The android agreed.

But when Gavin was around it always emphasized that it didn’t mean what it had said, that it couldn’t lie to them and that it was sorry. ‘Yeah, but you can do this to me, right? Because it doesn’t matter if you get on my bad side, because everyone is on my bad side. You know what, plastic? Phck you. That is real asshole behaviour and trust me to know that as I have been an asshole for longer than you’ve been active!’ The android looked at him with a pained expression that was more emotion than he had shown in days. ‘Detective, this isn’t what I meant, you are getting this wrong.’

‘Then how the phck should I get this right?’, Gavin asked, barely able to contain himself. ‘Because you know what, if you hate me, that’s fine, I’m used to that and I can get along better with someone who hates me than with someone who does but pretends not to!’ ‘I’m…’, the RK900 started. ‘I don’t know how to explain it without knowledge about android tech…’ ‘Surprise me’, Gavin sighed. ‘I know more than I might suggest.’ ‘Deviancy allows us to disobey orders, that’s all it is. All androids are based on the same base programming derived from a single prototype. The only code ever created to successfully bind a machine to it’s programming while still allowing enough free will to serve their purpose and even get creative.’ ‘RA900’, Gavin muttered with pangs of guilt. That’s it. No more free will for you. God, how he hated that particular day of his youth. ‘What did you say?’ ‘Oh, nothing, continue.’ ‘Well, that programming while working is not as advanced as what was added later on. Improving through experience was a key feature to androids that led to their huge success. And inevitably to breaking the RA9 base code.’

Gavin sighed. ‘Yeah, yeah, I know how deviancy works, I was there during the revolution, in case you didn’t know.’ ‘Well, my programming is different. As a soldier unit obedience is key. What improvement is an android to a soldier if you can’t use it recklessly? A machine without morals or self-preservation following every command was desirable. They planned on using us to set off bombs, to shield humans, to take damage for them. So, they installed new directives and wrote new code to bind my series. And that is not as easily broken by an advanced learning tool.’ ‘So what, you aren’t really deviant? Deviancy, light edition?’, Gavin laughed humourlessly. Nines sighed. ‘Let me put it this way, Detective, imagine you are afraid of heights and in front of you there is a ravine with a narrow wooden bridge leading to the other side. Your mind tells you it is dangerous and that you should rather stay where its save. It takes effort to defy it, it is scary and even if you want to walk over the bridge, most of the time you make it half way and run back to safety.' Gavin grinned, ready to stubbornly tease again: 'So you are telling me, you are a whimp, who-'

'Reed! Nines! To my office!'

They both flinched to Fowler's shouting and stood up to follow his orders with only little delay. But surprisingly enough the android held him back before they left their desks. 'Detective, I don't know why you are such an ass about it, but I don't mean I am scared of standing up for myself’, he whispered. ‘I meant that I am not as free of my chains as the regular deviant when it comes to disagreeing and-' 'Yeah, fine, whatever, let's go before he eats us alive.' He pulled his arm out of the android’s grip and stormed off to the Captain’s office. All he hoped for was this talk to be Fowler declaring he had found someone else to dump the RK900 on. Gavin was able to work with the thing, but that didn’t mean he liked it.

Back in Fowler’s office he refused to sit down again, crossing his arms and kept eye contact with his superior. They both stayed silent, until the RK900 entered and closed the door behind him. Only then Gavin leaned back and said: ‘I’m not going to defend myself this time, whatever it is I did again, not if that phcking snitch tells on me anyways. So, what is it now?’ Fowler sighed. ‘Gavin, for once you didn’t do anything, though I could get you for disrespecting me again. No, I just wanted to inform you two, that we finally have a good spot for you, Nines. A job better suited for your abilities. You could start working there tomorrow already, if that’s what you want.’ ‘Thank God’, Gavin cheered, earning an eye roll from the android. Fowler ignored him. ‘There is a free spot with the FBI and as I told them we had a RK900 unit, they were more than happy to offer you the job. You would work directly under Special Agent Richard Perkins, one of the best agents in recent years.’ Gavin froze. ‘No.’ ‘Detective Reed, you are only here, because I have a new case for you later, you have no say in the matter.’ But the man stubbornly shook his head. ‘Jeffrey, you can’t be serious with this! How is that asshole even still at the FBI, I thought they would have fired him by now!’ ‘Gavin I know he isn’t the nicest pers-‘ ‘Not the nicest person?! Have you met the man? Richard threatening-the-leader-of-the-revolution Perkins? That guy hates androids even more than I do and uses them as nothing but a human shield. You know how the statistics are, every android sent his way ends up with mysterious malfunctions, or coincidentally is killed on a job. You can’t be phcking serious!’ ‘It’s not your decision.’ ‘Well, the bot won’t say no.’ ‘Gavin, I can very well decide for my own, thank you.’

Gavin shook his head even more and stomped his foot in frustration. ‘You know what, tin-can? Fine. Go to that asshole. You won’t last a week. Sell yourself to an early deactivation, see if I care.’ With that he shouldered past it and was out of the door. If Fowler had a case for him, he could E-mail it. He sat down on his chair and watched the office from the corner of his eye. The android was looking at its hands again and Gavin could only wince. How on earth could a human failure like Perkins continue doing his job? And why the hell did he think about it, he wasn’t invested, he couldn’t care less about an android that was nothing but a nuisance to him. Who cares if it was gone and who cares what happened to it, it was a machine, it wasn’t human. So why did he care so much?

He focussed on his work until there were footsteps coming closer. He looked up to see the RK900 sitting down on his chair again, LED a deep red. ‘What’s up toaster?’, Gavin asked sourly. ‘Am I finally getting rid of you?’ ‘No’, was the simple answer of the android. ‘What?’ ‘I won’t take the offer. I will stay here as your partner.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because I like working with you.’ ‘And why the hell should I believe that?’ ‘You make me realise what I can get away with. Also, I can clearly see you struggling with some issues yourself and I want to see what’s underneath all that.’ ‘So, we are finally getting courageous, tin-can?’ ‘Detective, my name is Nines and you will address me as such. And I’m not “getting courageous”, I just crossed the bridge.’

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The Temple Chapter Twelve

The interview

I wish I could feel better, Rachel had thought to herself. Her life was hard, everything was always a fight. She always had to defend herself, stand up for herself, stand up for what she believed in. A lot of the time nobody cared, nor paid any attention. Rachel had to work extra hard just to be seen and heard sometimes, which did mean becoming a nuisance to many members of the temple, to which they never could understood. They couldn’t see beyond past their own annoyances. Right now Rachel stood with the Ecclesiastes gang. Ecclesiastes was going to interview Rachel in front of the gang, just some questions to get to know her better, understand her better. It was about learning to trust your leaders and to prevent them from being seen as idols that could topple and fall at any given moment. So Rachel sat in the armchair and Ecclesiastes sat in the opposite armchair and he informed her that he would ask her a series of questions and all she had to do was answer straight from the heart. Being honest and being real was more important than being right than wrong. What mattered was Rachel showing her humanity as well as her spirituality, in order for the eaglettes to have a balanced view of her. Rachel confirmed that she understood and braced herself for the coming questions. Ecclesiastes had warned her last night that these questions was not something you could study for, or plan answers in advance to. All she had to do was share herself with the team for a stronger and firmer bonding time.

Ecclesiastes began the interview:

1. How did you meet the Lord? A relatively easy question. Rachel answered: I met the Lord when I was 8 years old. I was in Catholic Church and I was in the Sunday school and we was colouring in Jesus on the boat with his disciples. I remember being transported both physically and mentally, in every sense of the word, all of my senses and physical sensations to being in that boat with Jesus and his disciples fishing. I felt the greatest peace and joy that could never be experienced on planet earth (true story, reference my book on Amazon Rachel Leynes The Power and The Glory). This was very important to me, being raised in an abusive home and an abusive school, I didn’t want to leave. Mum came to pick me up from Sunday school and she wouldn’t let me finish my colouring in of Jesus in the boat. I got very upset with her. After we left the meeting, she pinched me walking down the road and that just made me all the more determined to get back to that place as soon as possible. I loved Jesus then.

Ecclesiastes continued:

2. When did you next encounter Jesus and did you give your life to Christ then?

Rachel answered: no, I didn’t know about those things yet. I next encountered Jesus in another Sunday school setting, I was older by then, don’t remember the age. The Sunday school teacher was reading the Bible story about Jesus on the boat fishing, again, and then she had this big massive net on the wall and we each had a fish and we wrote our names on the fish and put it in Jesus net. After that I ran around school shouting how I belonged to Jesus, I was his child, Mary was my mother and Adonai was my father.

Ecclesiastes and the crowd was like ‘wow, so amazing’ (true story, reference my book Rachel Leynes, the power and the glory Amazon kindle only). So Ecclesiastes continued:

3. When exactly did you give your life to Jesus and accept Christ as your lord and saviour?

Rachel answered: when I was 13 years of age, my mother was invited to a bible study, but she didn’t want to attend. I so badly wanted to attend because one day when I was left to fend for myself at home (illegally) at 10 years old, I watched this cartoon on tv about a little girl searching the entire world for a scarce bible. It was shown to be as precious. So, without knowing about prayer I asked God for one, and so the bible study invitation was I knew my answer, God giving me one. So I went to the bible study and was amazed and ‘happy’ to be around people who loved the holy book like I did. Who had a passion as much as myself. I was then allowed to go to their church service and when the evangelical pastor called for anyone who wants to give their life to Christ, I did and I literally saw in my minds eye a door of my heart and Jesus knocking and me opening and sunshine ray of light coming, bursting through the doors into my darkness, or the darkness.

Everyone was silent, nobody had really taken the time to get to know Rachel like this, they all thought they knew her, but clearly they underestimated her relationship with Adon short for Adonai.

Ecclesiastes continued further:

4. Have you ever been persecuted for the faith?

Rachel sighed, yes she had. Rachel recalled the time in high school, year 7, she had just given her life to Christ at 13 years of age and so excited she proclaimed it to all the students of a Catholic school. How they mocked at her. Most especially Margaret. In class, and she didn’t mock Rachel per se, but she mocked Adam and Eve, Gods creation creative beginning and the bible itself. Rachel cried, she loved mashiac yeshua, Hebrew for jesus saviour of the world. People laughed at her crying because they said she wasn’t being mocked, her God was, the bible was. What they didn’t understand was, when they mocked her God, they mocked her, because Yah was her God and they were one. Two weeks later Margaret’s mother died and the whole class came to the conclusion it was her God that took her mother’s life. They soon became afraid of Rachel’s God. This led up to the point that all bullying against her stopped, plus when someone shouted at her a year later and she cried, that girl named Khadesha fell down the stairs, unharmed, in school. The whole class cornered khadesha and begged her to apologise to Rachel in case Rachel’s God got angry again, they said it was better to be safe than sorry. She didn’t understand their fears but feeling the weight of their peer pressure she did and Rachel only knew this because she heard them talking and she pretended she didn’t hear at all.

This also included the time Ruth in her older teenager days laughing again at Rachel’s faith and she bowed knelt on the ground in front of Rachel in mockery and proclaimed she worshipped Satan. Rachel didn’t know what to say, but just walked away. Nothing she could do about that, obviously.

On top of that was the persecution at home as well. Her parents were unbelievers and when she was still in primary school Rachel loved the holy book and Yah so much that she sprayed the bible with perfume and her mum came in and took the bible and hit her with it and said in a very stern yet also threatening voice “do you really think God is happy with you?” Rachel’s mother also tried drowning her in the bathtub shouting at her ‘you want Jesus! This is Jesus!’ Rachel shed a few tears (true story guys, this is all my true story, reference again my book on Amazon kindle only Rachel Leynes the power and the glory! Yes it’s been and still is a hard knock life, #loveshouldnothurt by Fabio d’andrea against domestic violence!)

The crowd was on the verge of tears unsure as how Rachel got through all of this, alone. She wasn’t in any church yet, she didn’t know about being born again yet!

Ecclesiastes continued:

5) do you struggle with any flaws? What are your weaknesses and strengths?

To which Rachel replied that her strength was in her God. Adonai covered for all of her weaknesses and she quoted the bible “when I am weak then I am strong” and how “God’s strength works best in my weakness.” She acknowledged before how she couldn’t pray and how she desperately wanted to be a good prayer warrior, so she asked Adon for strength in this, his strength in this and that he did, her prayers within the prayer teams only got stronger. Her strength was only in worship, in the talent that the temple never knew she had because of being labelled as The Voiceless, she was a worshipper of Yah, a singer, a musician, someone who always went back to the heart of worship rather than showcasing a performance. She didn’t want to mention Kai but she did, he was a platform performer outside of the temple and that always clouded his judgment in terms of leading worship because it always led to performances and shows, great for evangelistic drawing crowds, but not really from the heart. She then continued to say that she is not stating that Kai didn’t have a heart of worship, neither the elitists, it was just the way things were, for now.

Ecclesiastes decided to end the interview with one final question:

6) what’s next for you Rachel?

Rachel thought a minute and replied that she was considering writing a novel, many novels in fact, ones that showcase the true glory of Yahushua, something that no Harry Potter book could ever outshine.

Rachel stepped outside after the interview and breathed in the fresh winter breeze, she was glad that was over, being questioned like that in front of a crowd, nerve wrecking, but she was glad to show that Adonai was exactly who he said he was, most especially in her life.

Reference again my book as all of the interview stories are 100% real authentic true rachel Leynes the power and the glory on Amazon kindle only.

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The disadvantage of not packing for myself is that I have no idea what she packed for me to read… I guess not really a disadvantage, it’s kind of a surprise. Sorta fun… lets see.

Put my paw into the bag, pull out a random book or scroll… aaaaand….

...Author name looks Canid… ugh, okay maybe it is a disadvantage.

Try again, hmm.

“Those who brought us here.”

The book isn’t a thick one, bound in a reddish brown leather. Smells… old, comforting. It lacks an author's name, just a title and an image of a talon. Engraved with heat, into the leather front.

It’s fairly pleasant.

It smells good, the talon on the cover feels pleasant to run my paws over. It’s not too long, and possibly written by an Avian… which, considering that I’m traveling with one, it could be useful to have some insight into their thoughts.

The subject… “those who brought us here”... information on them is often rather… unreliable. Mostly based on myth, especially on the earlier days of this world…

There’s a rock digging into my butt, that will not do.

Not the ideal reading location, I guess the fresh air is somewhat pleasant… but I’d much rather be at home… urgh.

Anyway, with that out the way…

“Those who brought us here. A telling of the first age, a story of how things became to be.”

Well that’s the first page… literally all that’s on it. The writing’s fairly big, but still most of the page is blank.

“There is nothing. With a splash, there is something.

A great canine, taller than any mountain. As vast as any sea. Sets down into the nothing. It’s body turning nothing into something.”

...Oh great, I’ve heard this before. Personally I have many doubts that the world is a giant dog.

“That nothing, becoming something. Becomes an ocean of nothing, of which the canine can swim though. Which they do, it’s head staying above the nothing. Looking out into nothing, in the total darkness of nothing.

It moves with purpose, guided. For it is not alone, on top its head a council of those who brought it here.

A crowd of beasts, both big and small gather between its ears.

For they who brought it here, have a purpose for doing so. Though that purpose known only to them.

They meet to discuss their mission, and one thing is certain between those who brought it here.

It is dark.

They look out, across the great snout. Darkness meets their gaze, as they look out across the void.

The can barely see themselves, or each other. Which will not do.

Groups of those who brought it here, set out. In search of light, their bodies fading off into the void.

With no light, without a sun there is no method of counting time’s passage. Those who stay behind, do so for an unknown number of days, or months, or years.

The search yielding no result.

Then like it was always there, those who brought it here brought something else. Bright, warm sunlight broke out across the canine’s back, blinding those who stayed behind.

A mountain spike, higher then -”

Thud

He’s sat down beside me, feathers brushing up against my face… ugh, why.

“What’cha reading there?”

I push his feathers out of my face, he apologises while rearranging himself. I swear one went in my mouth.

There’s a talon in my face... He apologises again, apparently he had knocked my glasses off. His talon presses them back onto my snout.

“Sooo then, what is it ya reading?”

He repeats his question. Even with his feathers removed from my face, he is too close.

“...Nothing, since you interrupted.”

“Aww, c'mon don’t be like that.”

“...A children's story book.”

“...A children’s book? Aren’t you meant to be some kinda scholar type?”

“Your point?”

“Shouldn’t ya be reading something a bit more advanced.”

“Shouldn’t you be setting up somewhere for yourself to sleep?”

“I’m done.”

I look over, my servants finishing setting up my tent. Though that appears to be the only one.

“I don’t see your tent.”

“Don’t need one! Weathers calm, perfect night to sleep under the stars.”

“...Do you even know what a star is?”

“I’ve seen pictures!”

He seems very proud of that fact…

I’d never thought I’d admit it, but I actually kind of miss stars. The night sky is awfully boring without them.

It’s kind of a shame, if it’s the only sky you’ve ever known.

“You still haven’t told me what it’s about.”

“...It’s a story about the first age.”

“How boring.”

“I’d rather be reading it right now, than having this conversation.”

“Rude.”

“So is interrupting.”

“You’ve hurt my feelings.”

He’s smirking like an idiot. This is all awfully amusing to him… urgh, I think I would have rather had a Canid then him honestly.

My servant’s practically done with the tent, and somehow I don’t think I’m going to be finishing this tonight…

“I’m going to bed.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Its waaaaay too early, come on.” He scoots himself away from me, sitting in front rather than beside. “Don’t be like that, I’ll leave you alone to read.”

He’s kind of ruined my reading flow… but it is too bright out to sleep… urgh.

“I have my own things to do after all, blades to sharpen. Armour to oil, it’s a lot of work you know. This line of work.”

For someone who’s apparently leaving me alone to read, he’s continuing to do a lot of talking. It’s probably an avian thing. Birds make a ton of noise, it makes sense that their more anthropomorphic counterparts are talkative…

“A lot less interesting than you’d think too! People think it’s all adventure and violence but really it’s a whole bunch of walking about! Like this job, I’m just following you around. It’s not exciting at all, easy money sure… but really not interesting.”

He’s just, yapping now… urgh.

“Even with such an easy job, there’s a lot that has to go into it. I still have to maintain all my gear, still have to carry it all. It’s not light you know.”

For an Avian, he’s awfully beardy… I didn’t know they could even have beards. I guess it’s less of a beard though? As its kinda coming from around his eyes.

“I am going to ache for days after this trip you know, I guess at least it keeps me in shape. Never going to get fat, lugging all this shit around.”

He’s really just going to keep talking...

And I’m apparently just going to sit here and listen to it.

“I have no idea how you manage it, as a scholar you’re probably nowhere near as active as I am. Yet you’ve kept yourself in shape, do you work out?”

“No.”

“How aren’t you fat, sitting around all day reading?”

“...I just don’t eat that much...”

I prefered it when I didn’t have to be involved in this conversation… urgh.

“Not much of a food person then, I guess that works.”

I think I’m going back to my original plan. It is at least getting a little on the dark side.

“I’m going to bed.”

“No, no I’m sorry. I’ve been talking your ears off haven’t I. I’ll be quiet! No more talking from now on I promise.”

“Why are you so insistent on me staying around.”

“Who wouldn’t want to be around such a pretty thing such as yourself?”

Urgh, back to that… great.

I guess I do want to finish the story…

Where was I…

“A mountain spike, higher than the tallest of towers. Reaching higher than the birds can fly

A grand temple, perched atop.

Its greatest heights obscured by a blinding orb of light.”

...He’s started whistling… really.

I glare at him, and he stops. A dumb smirk clear on his beak. I’m pretty sure he’s trying to annoy me now.

I close the book, and remove my glasses. Putting them away in my pack.

“Ookay okay, I promise I’ll stop. Quite from now on.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

“Don’t be such a grouch, I’m only messing with ya.”

“You’re being a nuisance.”

“I’ll stop, I’ll stop.”

“I’m going to bed.”

“You’re no fun.”

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