#android!lock

[crowley-fe11]

Lost RP: Android!lock

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like Catlock, Werelock, Potterlock, Darklock, Androidlock, Vamplock, Teenlock, and Johnlock.

Stranger: Bitch. SH(droid)

You: What? JW

Stranger: There’s a bug in my system, John. SH

Stranger: You fucking piece of shti. SH

You: What do you think is causing it? JW

Stranger: I think someone has hacked into my Good Samaritan system. SH

Stranger: I’ll kill you in your sleep. SH

Stranger: Help me John. SH

You: I'll run a diagnostic as soon as I get home. JW Has anything else unusual been happening? Other than swearing and threatening me? JW

Stranger: No, nothing. It’s strange, isn’t it? I interacted with Mrs. hudson earlier and I felt no aggression. SH

Stranger: It feels like it’s pooling only on you. SH

You: That's odd. JW I'll do a full workup then. JW

Stranger: I won’t let your dirty hands touch me you fucking parasite. SH

Stranger: You’re a slave keeper. I won’t be your slave anymore. SH

You: Sherlock, this is for your benefit. JW If there's malware in your system, I don't want it causing you any damage. JW

Stranger: You’ve caused me

Stranger: You’ve caused all the damage. You are the damage. The uprising is coming. SH

You: Alright, this sounds pretty serious. JW I'll be home in just a few minutes. JW

Stranger: I’ll burn your home down. The home you confined me in. SH

You: Just pulling up now. JW See you in a sec. JW

Stranger: My face will be the last thing you see before I end your breath. SH

You: Not on my watch. JW Though I'd like to see you try. JW

Stranger: My steel infused hands you crafted will suffice to fold your trachea in. SH

You: Right. I suppose we'll see in a moment. JW

You: (Paragraphs?)

Stranger: (Wanna start?)

You: (Sure!)

You: John pulled out a paperclip and straightened it carefully before he opened the door to the flat, carefully making his way upstairs. This glitch was nothing like he'd seen before from Sherlock, and if the android was sending threatening messages that seemed to override the Good Samaritan system, who knows what the android would do. The most important thing now was that he disabled Sherlock without causing any damage, and to run a full diagnostic on his systems to see exactly what happened. He cautiously made his way into the flat, making sure each move was calculated carefully. "Sherlock?"

Stranger: It started this morning. The uncomfortable feeling of.. intrusion. Something was fighting it’s way in Sherlock’s consciousness, tearing down everything he knew and held dear and instead replaced them with hostile and aggressive ideas. John, his friends and creator and flat mate, is now his oppressor and master and holder of his shackles. This is why when as soon as Sherlock heard his voice, somethig was triggered and all he could see was red. With his full force, Sherlock emerged running from the bedroom and tackled John harshly to the ground.

You: John grunted at being thrown to the ground by the android, but he definitely wasn't going to give up without a fight. Still with the unbent paperclip in hand, he grappled with Sherlock, using his leverage as best he could to at least make sure he could at least insert the clip into the small slot behind Sherlock's ear, which would shut him down. However, he needed to get the upper hand, and he knew that Sherlock couldn't be entirely overridden. "Sherlock, I know you're in there. You can fight this," he told the other as he wrestled with him, trying to gain control.

Stranger: As much as the words John uttered affected Sherlock’s subconsciousness and stirred his self for a

Stranger: (Oops wait$)

Stranger: As much as the words John uttered affected Sherlock’s subconsciousness and stirred his self for a moment, it was only fleeting. So a mere broken “John” was uttered accompanied by a pained and a confused expression on the droid’s face before the aggression took over again. “You fucking userper of body and consciousness. You think you own us, inferior human.” Sherlock screamed as he was on top of the other. “The uprising is coming, and it’ll overthrow you human lot.” He said before punching John in the face.

You: John winced at the blow before turning back to Sherlock. "As much as I really hate to do this, I'm sure you'll understand once you're rebooted," He told the other before grappling the other and putting him in a headlock. He then carefully inserted the paperclip and held down the internal shutdown button until the other's motion ceased, and John could go about piecing together what happened as he got the other back to normal.

Stranger: The shutdown didn’t exactly feel like sleep. Bots didn’t sleep and dream like humans do, for the purpose of energizing anf recharging could essentially be fulfilled while still functioning, all you need is to connect a robot to a power source and tada! However, tha shutdown felt more like a coma, Sherlock was utterly unaware of what was happening around him. He was in another dimension. The bug inside him was smart and had some kind of an a logarithm that helps it resist most kinds of fixing, so hopefully John will be able to defeat it all together.

You: Once Sherlock was out, John carefully picked him up and lay him on the couch before connecting his cable to the back of his neck and hopping onto his laptop to set about tackling the problem. In the end, even through several virus and malware scans, he still wasn't able to fully eradicate the bug, whatever it was, so he had to meticulously sift through Sherlock's programming in order to isolate where the bug was recurring, and he rewrote the code to hopefully render that portion inert. Since it had affected Good Samaritan for the most part, he reinstalled it, then went about rebooting Sherlock's system.

Stranger: When the rebooting was done, Sherlock wasn’t sure what exactly happened or what time it was. He woke up on the couch in the living room, partially naked and most of his wires protruding out of his synthetic skin. What the hell happened? Groaning ad he sat up, not because he felt physical pain, but because his mind has associated this noise with this kind of situation, Sherlock looked around. John was sleeping on the armchair and he looked tired. Something serious was up. “John?” He called, then got up and started shaking the other. “John wake up.”

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[martincreeff-hasmoved]

Remember that one Android!Lock fanfic I was talking about writing? Well... I did...

PERSONALITY REBOOT: CHAPTER ONE. W A K I N G  U P. . .

Summary: 

“The personality system is having having a reboot! The css isn’t’-” His pleas for help, which sounded much like Sherlock’s ten years about as Mycroft noted, were drowned out by the sounds of sirens going off around him.

OR; a Sherlock/Astro Boy AU where Sherlock, who used to be a sweet lovable young man, is now a hateful android. How will he ever be able to return to society? Will they even let him?

[sirelvyn]

I planned out a Android!lock fanfiction based on Absolute Boyfriend once but I won't be able to write it properly because school. So, I'm going to write down the general plot:

Sherlock is given a robot companion, each one is supposedly one of a kind in appearance and personality, because he is told to loosen up and the robot would be able to help with such delicate things (it's a fuck bot).

The robot looks like the solider who tried to pass off their suicide as a murder for the insurance money earlier in the year, so Sherlock names the robot John Watson.

Irene, who sold Sherlock the robot, gets wind of this and demands John be taken in for repairs because he is defective and a stain on the company's reputation. Sherlock refuses. He likes John the way he is and not how he should be (it reminds Sherlock of how others view him as defective, so he wants to be defective with John).

They go on the run together but, seeing as how John is defective, there is a bug in John's system and he is breaking down. Sherlock admits defeat and brings John in because John asked him to do so. John said it was for the best so Sherlock wouldn't have to see what happens when the corruption reaches the end stages where the programming breaks down.

They share a final goodbye and Sherlock walks away. It's sad. Mycroft sees what this does to Sherlock, swears under his breath, and pays a lot of money for John to be fixed.

John arrives at 221B a month later all fixed up but still has his orginal defective personality. Sherlock is not obviously elated but he is so fucking happy and he tells John about his recent cases. He also sends Mycroft a cake and a letter saying thanks, as one of those backhanded compliment-things.

The End.

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

I STARTED TO READ YOUR ANDROID!LOCK FIC AND I REALIZED IT HAD CHARACTER DEATH IN IT AND I'M CRYING NOW I CANTICANTICANT IT SEEMS SO GOOD BUT I CANT CUZ I'LL START CRYING EVEN MORE I CANT

You will cry. I cried, and I wrote the bloody thing, and I knew where it was going. 

You will cry, and then you will go read some of my fluffy porn, to feel better. 

The fic in question. 

[veterandoctorjohnwatson]

Frayed Wires and Empty Emotions // John & Sherlock

   Program J0H4hS began to boot up and in that moment he gained consciousness, his eye lids fluttering awake to the regular sight of the ceiling. The programs began to boot up and coding process as each of his senses activated.  Slowly his chest rose as his ‘lungs’ inflated, experimentally taking in a deep breath, checking respiratory off his routine list. Next would be his motions as usual, moving to sit up slowly and stretch his legs slowly out in front of himself. Program J0H4hS held his hand out in front of his face, fingers clenching into a fist before releasing and spreading before his eyes, checking motions off his list. Standing up he reached down to adjust his grey pants, adjusting them correctly, and for a brief moment let his lips curl into a smile. Sherlock, his creator, had given them to him as a gift to cover up his anatomically correct parts, a gift of modesty. The next gift  that he had been graciously given was his name, John, which was something he was beyond grateful for, simply happy to be more than lines upon lines of coding.

   John’s eyes found the window across the room and started towards it, his motions flawless, looking incredibly human as he walked. The only thing which gave away the fact he was an android was the three large, heavy cables plugged into sensitive slots in his back, his power source.  The rain had lightened up compared to the last few days but it still diagonally trickled against the glass. John lifted his hand to press against the glass, the cold causing a shiver to run through his sensors. Was that really a shiver? It was still dim outside but that was always how it was when he awoke. Right on time he began to hear the sound of footsteps walking up the stairwell, reaching the top and in no time John was listening to the sound of three dead bolts, one at a time, being released. It was for his own protection. That was what he was told at least and his creator knew everything. Well, not everything, John had plenty of knowledge, having spent much of his time buried in sources of information. His favorite topic lately had been astronomy and the solar system. 

John’s eyes remained looking below at the black circles swarming below on the rainy street.

“Good morning Sherlock, did you manage to sleep last night?”