Hay Rex, have you met other alterations of your self? if so what were the scariest, funnest, and annoying you've seen?
“I haven’t, actually! My revenge planned was more about time travel than dimension hopping, so I never really stole or developed the technology for that.”
Relationship Level: Dating for over a year / A bit rocky
Rating: Fluff
Story Summary: RK-900 gets hacked and loses his normal inhibitions. In turn, he’s become far more jealous and lovey dovey than ever and ironically more humanlike. But with only a few hours to experience this unbelievable version of the investigator, what’s Gavin to do after RK-900 resets back to his normal composed self?
Chapter Summary: Mission -> Survive the Coffeeshop Date
Gavin Reed did not know what to do.
He sat at a table of a local corner coffee shop with a scowling RK-900 seated just across from him. He’d been that way for nearly twenty minutes now. Normally the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee beans was enough to keep anyone upbeat.
But it was damn a shame that same effect didn’t manage to roll over to androids.
Richard tapped indignantly at the table’s slightly sticky surface with his index finger, appearing absolutely incensed.
“You know why we can’t go back to the office today.”
“No. Quite frankly, I don’t.”
Gavin stared at his partner in exasperation to which the android gave a conceding growl before resting his chin in his palm, still on the lookout for god knows what. It was like having a snarling pure breed that was utterly nettled by anyone (and anything) that wasn’t the man sitting across from him.
“Fine. By your horribly flawed human logic,” Richard began, sounding more vexed than ever as he proceeded to recollect the details for disaster of that very morning, “the department assumed that some amateur coder managed to successfully compromise the integrity of my programming.”
RK-900 placed his hand over his own chest with great emphasis for his state of the art configuration - still years ahead of all the rest.
“I am the RK-900, Reed. Top of the line of my series, equipped with enough security measures that with the very power to topple even the most ardent of minds. Through utilizing the Cephilax Firewall 22-78-3SR...”
And then the act of tuning out all the techno babble began…
Gavin did well not to roll his eyes as he instead just pursed his lips into a thin line, trying hard not to fall for old habits by needling the android. RK-900 just left himself so wide open that it was hard to resist teasing him. Instead, he nodded at all the right moments, allowing the android his moment to rant away his problems and boast of his higher tier qualities all at the same time.
It was what a good boyfriend would do, right?
But as far as the detective was concerned, the RK unit could keep defending himself until he was blue in the face, they still weren’t going back to the office.
“Does this crude summary seem accurate, detective? I have far more advanced capabilities to speak of but after analyzing the amount of time it would take to verbalize each and every one to you, it would appear the work day would be over,” Richard concluded with a little less edge in his voice than before.
Gavin mentally winced at the mention of work. RK-900 was still under the impression that they’d be going back.
“Richard, there’s no way I’m taking you back today.”
The android visibly stiffened, sitting straighter than before with his arms crossed in front of him as though he were suddenly on trial.
“Do I have to repeat myself, Reed? I already gave you conclusive evidence that I am operating at optimal capacity.”
This isn’t getting us anywhere. I have to be direct with him… Gavin thought, trying to keep things as cool as they could be.
He’d already witnessed what happened if RK-900’s stress levels increased a little over half.
And it wasn’t pretty. Hell, it got them kicked out of the station for the remainder of the day.
Fowler’s orders.
But Gavin wasn’t so much of a jerk as to torture his partner with that information. Richard was staunchly dedicated to maintaining an unblemished record.
Taking a breath, Gavin’s stone grey eyes flew up to meet with the sharpness of arctic blue. He tried staring back about understandingly as an asshole like him could for someone he actually gave a damn about. Not that he could hold the stare for very long.
It was terrifying how well Richard’s eyes seemed to dig into him so well. Averting his gaze, Gavin nervously interlaced his fingers together, a cheap attempt at buying time, while leaning forward with a small rise in heartbeat. It wasn’t even that warm in the cafe and yet beads of perspiration were already beginning to form along the contour of his neck.
Relax. This’ll either go really well… or with Richard throwing me through this very nice display window. He carefully eyed the android with a weak smile… who provided none in return.
Well, if I’m lucky and he hurls me far enough, a speeding driver might end all of my troubles for me right then and there. ...Considering that the RK-900 series doesn’t have the capacity to resuscitate the dead.
Gavin slowly raised his head again to his now glaring partner, whose neck and shoulders had tightened with considerable impatience.
“Reed.”
Fuck. Moment of truth.
“Rich... You, uh, you do remember putting Connor’s chair through the wall, right?” He reminded the android carefully, while making note of RK-900’s every move.
Fortunately, the RK unit merely narrowed his eyes as though insulted by the memory.
“...It wasn’t even a very good chair anyway. It made all sorts of infernal noises when I was used it,” he argued flippantly.
“...Before or after you broke it clean in half?”
Gavin quickly raised his hands in deference after practically feeling the slicing movement of RK-900’s frozen stare. The robotic investigator’s hands were balling in fists just between them atop the flimsy wooden tabletop. One strike from the overpowered cop and it would no doubt become kindling.
“J-Just getting the details, Nines. It was actually pretty impressive that you did that with just your bare hands. You know, if you ask me,” the detective added anxiously while keeping a very close eye on his partner’s hands.
The remark seemed to settle the matter for the moment, but android was still shifting awkwardly on the ridiculously uncomfortable stool. Why did coffee joints insist on keeping these terrible things? Gavin almost wondered if he might toss it through a wall too...
“It doesn’t matter. I said it was in poor condition. I merely… emphasized its natural state.”
“Of... being trash?” Gavin offered perplexedly, not entirely following if RK-900 was making a joke or just acting childish.
“Why are you on his side?” came the cryptic question that sent a fresh bead of sweat gliding down the detective’s throat.
“Ah… I don’t really know what you’re referring to-”
“Oh hey fellas!” The peppy barista had suddenly arrived in her green apron and cherry lipsticked smile, both highly unwelcome considering RK-900’s frightfully intolerable mood.
His sharp cold gaze flicked to her, seeming to size her up, before returning back to Gavin with an inscrutable countenance that left his partner uneasy.
Please don’t hit this girl, Nines… Gavin pleaded the android mentally despite knowing the other couldn’t hear him.
Somehow she failed to notice the thick tension entirely as she removed a coffee cup labeled ‘Gavin’ from the tray she was carrying, handing it personally to the detective. He struggled to provide a friendly smile back but upon feeling the death glare directed straight for him, he immediately gave up .
“Here you goooo, Gavin! I hope you enjoy it, sweetie!” she chirped cheerily while purposefully brushing their fingers together with a final decisive wink that he prayed didn’t just put him in his grave.
“A-Ah, yeah. Thanks.”
The girl was barely gone when Gavin felt a bone crushing grip atop his hand, squeezing ever so slowly like an anaconda with a cold vendetta. He could almost swear he could hear violins trilling his never ending misery in the background.
“Nnnnrggh… N-Nine… What-” He started to yell but quickly bit his tongue.
Gavin could barely say anything without instinctively screaming at the insane android to get the fuck off him. But he knew that this wasn’t RK-900’s fault. Yelling wasn’t going to fix anything. This just wasn’t Richard’s doing.
He wasn’t in control.
His mind flicked back to roboticist tech’s debriefing just before Fowler gave the order.
“Detective Reed, please bear in mind that though Richard may mostly act normal, his inhibitor locks have been… Well, to make it easy to understand, he’s going to be irrational and far more sensitive than you are accustomed to. Situations normally addressed with calm reason will instead be handled haphazardly on the first whim. ...Please be careful.”
They explained that the hacking was committed by a disgruntled employee; and even those idiots at Cyberlife were still debugging the RK mainframe, they had said it might take till long into the evening before effects could be taken care of.
...But a whole nine hours of this felt like it was going to be a very, very long time.
“R-Rich… Pain. Lots. Of pain,” Gavin ground out as tolerantly as he possibly could through the amount of duress his android was hurling at him in broad fucking daylight.
Long story short.
“Who is she to you?”
Oh my god. Gavin’s mind groaned as he tried not to make any further eye contact. If he did, he knew that he was done for.
The hacker somehow made his partner into an obsessively jealous highschooler.
And he found this notion to both as equally terrifying as he found absolutely hilarious.
And his sick sense of humor was probably going to get him killed as he kept his lips tightly pursed as humanly possible to keep from laughing.
“Reed, don’t you dare lie to me. I saw your fingers touch. Did you enjoy that? Were they soft and filled with tender memories of your boyhood?” RK-900 accused bitingly.
Gavin bit his lip so hard that it nearly bled as he vigorously shook his head from side to side.
Don’t feed into it. Doooon’t do it. He warned himself, wanting nothing more than his asshole side to be let loose.
There were so many ways to bother his partner and get a rise out of him that it felt almost impossible to resist.
You’re gonna die. Make a crackshot at any of this, and make no mistake, RK-900 will kill you.
“I don’t. Know. Her,” Gavin barely managed to squeeze out, still containing his need to make light of a terrible situation while his hand was still very much prisoner to the android’s steel grip.
“Really? And how did she know your name?”
What the fuck kind of hacker shit is this!? Holy shit... This isn’t fair. Gavin felt his mouth fall open, absolutely stunned by the insane question. If only I could pull out my phone right now. Richard isn’t gonna believe any of this shit when I tell him.
The employees of Cyberlife may have also mentioned that the RK unit was going to have a soft reset which would return him back to yesterday’s state, but it would also erringly erase the dozen hours of pure gold from his memory.
“Rich,” Gavin started, trying so very hard not to say anything stupid, “Rich, you were standing right next to me when she asked me for it. You know, when she needed a name for when I ordered this coffee?”
“A likely story.”
No fucking way.
Obviously, Richard wasn’t convinced and his hand squeezed even tighter, causing Gavin to cry out but immediately muffle the sound into his arm. Okay, this wasn’t as funny as he’d thought. His squeezing was threatening to crush the detective’s knuckles into dust.
“Tell me why she’s so familiar with you. Tell me or you can consider learning how to live the rest of your life left handed.”
“H-Hey, better idea! H-how about we do that thing I said we shouldn’t do because I am an idiot and you are obviously the smarter one,” Gavin offered desperately while trying to sound as normal as possible amidst contorting from the immense pain.
In an instant, the hold loosened. As if having never happened in the first place, the android’s once ruthless touch suddenly became more gentle and affectionate as he caressed the back of Gavin’s poor hand with a tenderness only a shy girlfriend would do.
He looked up to find RK-900 smiling bright and the image nearly gave him a heart attack.
“Do you mean it, Reed? You’ll hold hands with me as we walk home together?”
Home was over a two hour walk away.
But considering how uncharacteristically docile and adorable RK-900 had become on account of the hack… how could he possibly say no?
AN: So it became longer than expected? Sorry, @frog-batter ! But hopefully you enjoy this segment. I like the next bit more though since they’ll both be out and about. So much to interact with! Especially with a jelly robo bf. I hope everyone else enjoyed it too! Let me know if there’s maybe something in particular you’d like to see lovedrunk-RK-900 do and I might incorporate it!
Also, there’s a Connor mention in part 2 (since he is also hacked.) Stay tuned, lovelies! <3
Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful - anything goes.
Jack’s office had been blissfully quite for months with no sound of a croak or ribbit to taunt him and distract him from his work, it was just silence.
It was not meant to last long however as he felt something touch the back of his neck, causing his hand to instantly try and slap the feeling away in hopes of catching the perpetrator and kill them with one blow.....all it accomplished was him slapping the back of his neck and ruffling his feathers. He was ready to brush it off as a trick of his mind until he heard it--
What kind of pearl do you think Pink would have? If the Pearl we all know did belong to her how do you think things were like?
Honestly, I don’t know the answer to either of those questions.
For a while I’ve said that Pearl was made for White, discarded for her defect and taken in by Rose but that was always a compromise that I never held to very firmly. This episode hasn’t given me a definitive narrative one way or another, but it has changed what possible narratives exist.
Pink’s attitude and obvious defect are pretty telling. First and foremost, Pink is a lot like blue in that she’s not completely heartless. She may throw tantrums and smash windows, but mentally she’s just a child. Granted, there are some pretty shitty children out there, but I don’t think Pink is one of them. She has the capacity for good in the same way Blue does, but she’s got a perspective so warped by her status that she probably thought the human zoo was a nice thing to do.
That might not directly have to do with pearls, but it’s significant when you remember that she herself is defective. Being defective and having the capacity for sympathy means that in all likelihood her relationship with Pearl wasn’t what we thought it might be.
If Pearl was made for White, I’m willing to bet Pink was the reason Pearl wasn’t shattered or harvested, though whether it was because Pink was sympathetic or because White or Blue thought it was wasteful to destroy her remains to be seen
