Conscience
Cyborg 009/Kikaider crossover; There was this little nagging voice in the back of Joe's mind saying "Hey, let's go get cake."
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“Hey, Joe, what’s that?”
That’s an ice-cream truck, I thought.
“Oh, it’s not made of ice cream though.”
No, it sells ice-cream.
“Why is it making music?”
That’s how you tell that it’s an ice-cream truck. They just do that.
“Are you going to go get ice-cream?”
Wasn’t planning on it.
“You should.”
I sighed. Jiro might as well have been a small child. He did love to ask questions. And there was no way to shut him off. He never got tired. He was just a little voice in my head that saw through my eyes, and he would stay there until his body was repaired. Until then, his consciousness would remain with me. Dr. Gilmore had worked with another scientist to transfer him in a bit of an emergency procedure. I’d been the only available body at the time. Not that I minded Jiro so much. He was fairly tame. Except…
I guess I could, I thought. What sort of flavor would you want?
“I don’t know. Can we get all of them?”
I don’t really have that much money with me.
“Aw, how many can we get then?”
He was obsessed with food. He wanted to try everything and eat everything. It didn’t matter how odd it was. He wanted to know what the flavor was like. He loved tasting things, and he was rather fond of Chang.
“I was just going to get one,” I muttered.
“Oh, okay.” He sounded horribly disappointed.
Okay, fine. We can get two.
“Yay!” He was really funny when he was excited, just like a little kid. I could practically feel him bouncing on his toes in my head.
Alright, which one? I stepped into line and stared at the menu for him.
“Oh, this is really hard, Joe. I can’t pick. Which ones do you like best?”
I don’t know. Coffee is good.
“But we’ve had a ton of that,” he huffed. “I thought you said this was ice-cream.”
It is. It’s just coffee flavored ice-cream.
“Ooo, okay, we’ll get that one and… strawberry!”
If you don’t bankrupt me, you’re going to make me fat, I smiled.
“Well, 006 said you don’t eat enough, so I think this is good for you.”
Ice-cream’s not good for you, I thought as I ordered.
“Why? Is it gross?”
No, it tastes great, but-
“Then of course it’s not bad for you!”
I sighed and took the small bowls of frozen sugar. Whatever you say, Jiro.
He quickly decided that ice-cream was the best food for you in existence. “Let’s go get some more! Come on, Joe!”
The truck is gone.
“Then use your accelerator and go catch up with it! I want to try all the other flavors.”
“Jiro,” I whined aloud. “I’m full.”
“Aw, Joe, just one more.”
Yeah, he was fairly tame. Except he was going to make me sick off sweets.