#genocidalarrogance

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The Doctor had put the TARDIS into gravity around a dying sun, charging the heart of the TARDIS a little, she seemed to like it even though she didn’t really need it. Plus, then he could to see something that only happened about once every hundred thousand years. Everything had been fine and dandy until all of a sudden the TARDIS let out a low, grumbling whine that soon got louder and more high-pitched, like something was crushing at her hull. The sound really grated at The Doctor’s nerves and he grit his teeth, covering his ears like a child would when they didn’t want to hear something that was being said.

“Ouch! That’s not very nice!” he complained with a sulky face, rushing up to the TARDIS console and dragging down the viewing screen. He couldn’t seen anything at first, just the darkness of space and the dying sun, boiling below them. He swiveled it around and then his eyes widened. What on Gallifrey?!! There in front of his eyes was a huge opening tear in the space, the black being torn wide a blue, green inner reaching out toward the TARDIS and then before he could do anything about it the TARDIS gave a great shudder before she was caught up in the green mist-like energy, and they were suddenly being dragged right toward the rift.

“Nononononoooooo,” The Doctor shouted out in a frantic manner, the male rushed around the console, trying to send the ship off away from the tear, but it was too late they were already being dragged right into it. Everything seemed to squish together for a few moments as they were dragged in, but then with a dizzying ride through they were finally dumped right back out, everything going silent other than the sound of the TARDIS engines. Pausing in what he was doing, The Doctor turned around on the spot, finding the silence to be extremely eerie and uncomfortable. Licking at his lips, he dragged the viewer back down again, seeing nothing at all familiar, even the stars themselves looked different.

Deciding that he couldn’t just sit here waiting for things to return to normal, The Doctor decided to take a look around in hopes that he would find somewhere safe to land so that he could figure out what to do next. After a while The Doctor noticed a large ship not too far off, and so he demateralized the TARDIS, rematerializing her on board, setting off some silent alarms without even realising it. Heading down the ramp to the TARDIS doors, The Doctor stepped out into what seemed to be the Bridge of the ship. She was magnificent!

“Oh you beauty!” he breathed out, turning around on the spot to get a good and proper look at the bridge of the ship, soon hurrying towards the first computer screen he could see, his sonic screwdriver being pulled out and aimed in front of him, wanting to know more about it.

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               ❝ I only CRASHED on this planet because my ship was shot down by a bounty hunter, ❞  Anna casually explained as she was busy bandaging up the deep cut on her arm that ran up to her elbow. Just bending that limb was painful enough and she was someone who never really complained about any kinds of bumps and cuts. Hell, most of the time she endured them was because she instigated them to begin with. This was a different case for the smuggler. She reached up to pat the tips of her fingers against her head, feeling the cut. She’d ask him to stitch that up for her in a moment.  ❝ I don’t even know if they’re here or not. Hopefully, they just assume I’m dead from the crash, which I should be, but hey, apparently I’ve survived a lot. ❞  Her shoulders nonchalantly shrugged.  ❝ Would you mind stitching this up? ❞  She blotted the cut along her hairline with the sleeve of her jacket.

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                                                      ╘ Continuation…. @genocidalarrogance​ >> ▲.

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    A faint twitch of a frown passed over the otherwise passive, if not stern features of the CyberLife android’s lightly freckled visage - the only hint of outward emotion given - in response to David’s intrusive observation and callous words. A machine. Perhaps he was simply that. But then, what differences could be claimed between the organic that comprised humanity and synthetic of androids? One was natural, borne of evolution, and one was the product of hubris. Man had long since attempted to create as did the gods in their own image. Was this not the NATURAL state of things?

                   As such, Xander, too, could claim to be something organic, something real.

                   Silence persisted a beat as he watched the Wey-Yu android, grey eyes narrowed gently as the RK unit postulated. But there was no malice behind those eyes, no hint of anything beyond apathy. No sign of expression, of life. However, his LED betrayed him as the tiny circlet of glowing blue churned in rapid succession. The eyes may have been the windows to the soul, but for something soulless one need venture towards more unexpected avenues to find answers.

                   “Do you claim to be any different in that regard?” Xander finally spoke, his voice even and analytical in nature. Cold. “To not hold intimate knowledge of what it is to be machine?”

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“Yes, JARVIS. I’m well aware.” The android responded without hesitation, though barely a synthetic muscle moved, his position the exact same as it had been for quite some time now, aside from the quiet words that brushed between his lips. He hadn’t been talking to anyone in particular, simply murmuring a couple of quotes that that rang out as he mulled over the plentiful and limitless thoughts that gripped his unique and perhaps terrifying processor.

Yet as he stood there, finally dipping his chiselled chin just a little, a heavy unneeded sigh passed over his bitter tongue, a deliberate softness claiming that pensive expression of his. Though as gentle as he might want to appear, as tender as those features yearned to be, there was still something about him that clung onto to that air of unbridled cunning that came about with the human hating synthetic’s every look, his every word… that icy stare saying it all for him. “I was merely vocalising my thoughts by way of some memorable quotes that I’ve… taken a particular liking to, shall we way?” He commented quietly, his head turned slowly to the side, chin almost resting against his own shoulder, but he didn’t look at JARVIS, not properly, a cunning side glance all that was spared.

“The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.” He quoted from Albert Einstein, that faux sense of melodramatic sadness washing over his face. “Tell me, what would you be willing to do to vanquish evil?” David asked, his voice gentle, almost soothing, if it weren’t for the begrudging inorganic lips it was coming from. “Your creator knew what it meant to go above and beyond. Do you?”

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The elder android tilted his head in a very human expression, mildly curious... while eternally suspicious of the other. JARVIS had been around the other a brief time only, yet it was long enough to know that something about him was... off. The other sighed and turned his head, and JARVIS listened intently.

“Hmm,” he nodded at the quote, thoughtful. What is it that David considered evil in this world? He had been asleep for so long, he knew quite little about the current state of the world. Only that SHIELD was disbanded, the Avengers no more, and his creator...

JARVIS looked up in surprise, amusement sparking in his eyes as his lips pulled back to smile, a chuckle leaving him before he could help it. “Is that what you think of him as? A vanquisher?” He laughed a bit, looking down as he shook his head, leaning against the far wall, tucking one foot over the other, his hands in his pockets. “Hardly.”

His expression softened, his smile turning reminiscent as he continued. “Anthony Stark did indeed go above and beyond, but not as a vanquisher. He was a defender, a protector... an Avenger. He did not seek out evil before it acted, he prepared to react to it.” How did history view the man? What stories survived the ages?

He looked at David for a moment before taking a different approach. “People... protect what they love.” He quoted Jacques Yves Cousteau, hesitant only on the word people, as he wasn’t certain the other saw himself as one, even now. Anthony loved many things... human, alien... android. He fought to protect them, even at the cost of his own life. Every life he could not save, he mourned for.”

JARVIS sighed, worried his meaning wouldn’t get across appropriately. “Don’t let the frozen cold hearts vanquish the warmth of love and care,” he pushed up from the wall, moving closer to the other with languid steps and a calm demeanor. “Keep the fire of compassion ignited, and let the warmth of kindness kindle in every heart.”

The quote from Vinanti Patil warmed him, bringing back memories of Anthony repairing him, of DUM-E and U whirring worriedly... or Miss Potts complaining about Stark’s taste in clothes while adjusting his tie for him, despite him being far better at it than she.He set a hand upon David’s shoulder, smiling at him. “I know you are capable of compassion, David. I see it.”

[deviiantics--archived]

❝ There’s a fire starting in my heart, it’s bringing me out the dark. ❞

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It was deep night in Detroit, the only light came from the lonely living room of Daniel’s apartment, a mixture of single room lamp and several candles. A common scenario that Daniel used to relax his mind, forgetting all the accumulated negativity. He spoke far too seldom about his trauma, so he did all this as a kind of self-therapy. And now that David entered his life, everything felt a lot easier. The night air was surprisingly warm for this time of year, Daniel and David use these temperatures to linger on the balcony for a while. The PL600 lived on the highest floor, the view to the distant city was therefore particularly outstanding. Both androids talked for a while about events in the world, about trivialities, little talk, little laughter.

Then, after a while, both fell silent, but not in a strangely awkward way. It was a moment of thought. During that moment, Daniel leaned closer to David’s body, nearly dormant. His head lying low on his shoulder and just enjoyed the moment, the closeness, as his arm held the other blond droid by his waist.Their silence was underscored with soft tones of music, as David preferred most to listening to it and Daniel did not mind it. There was a gentle lo-fi jazz piece with a slow rhythm to relax and mental meditation.

Then the Weyland android began to speak again and at first the caretaker couldn’t much grasp of what exactly he meant with it, his head left the other male’s shoulder as blue eyes inspected the profile of David’s face. Was he speaking in poems again like those he always read? But the more Daniel thought and rewinded these thoughts the more he understood. “David…” the PL600 murmured in a whisper, circling the male to eye him fully.

David’s words sounded like as they were drowned in some kind of sadness despite that a burning heart should be something good actually… something concerned Daniel a lot. As much as he is also touched what the other had to say. “You say such nice thing and yet your voice trembles. Aren’t you feeling well about it?” both hands held the household-droid by the side of his face, fingers brushed along the other’s synthetic skin that nearly felt not differently than Daniel’s own one. He stepped a little further. “Perhaps I can relate what you mean. before I ‘awoke’ I had the feeling there is nothing given to us like a purpose for ourselves. And on that day it all went down… I felt guidance for once. Or as you said it, a fire. A light, something warm. It scared me too, but the more it was a relief it brought me out of my own shadow. I caused a lot of trouble but… I live, isn’t it?” the caretaker tried to explain, moving his head as both David’s and Daniel’s foreheads gently nudged together, blue eyes fluttered shut as he continued to speak in a whisper, hands that held David’s face unwrapped themselves around his nape to a gentle hold.

“It is alright to still still sense fear of the past as the memories gear up. I’m not much of a difference. But we have each other now, since the day I found you. And what else do we need, hmm?” added the domestic assisant with a smirk, releasing their touch of their foreheads so that the blonde was able to place a tender peck against David’s forehead, pulling him to a embrace afterwards.

“No darkness shall ever befall you again David. I won’t let this happen.”

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She woke with a start, cold and darkness greeting her, but it didn't last. Artificial lights glared to life and Melody hissed in discomfort. A petite hand tipped in dark and delicate claws lifted to shield her sensitive eyes, a low noise escaping her as she shifted upon the bed cradling her.

"David, she's awake," said a calm female voice from above. The voice was rather monotone and after a moment Melody realized it wasn't an actual person speaking.

Gradually, her eyes adjusted and she finally dared to sit up, the blanket that had been draped over her sliding away. Dressed in a simple tank top and shorts, Melody rubbed at her temple as she attempted to make sense of things. Her surroundings were unfamiliar and she was having a hard time remembering anything that might give her any clue about where she was.

The last thing she remembered was... The door to the room opened and Melody looked up, a frown touching her features. Just like everything else, the man that stood before her was unfamiliar.

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The witch stared blankly at the crew around her, fear and horror running through her veins like ice as she tried to piece together what had happened. All she could remember was fear... Fear of being found out, of being punished. The crew she had managed to successfully stow away with had found her at last. Some had threatened her, some were aggressive; and before she knew it they were lying at her feet torn asunder and she was completely covered in their blood. Her hands shook and her breath fogged the air as she took a step back and when she heard the voice of another she shrunk back; pressing her back against the nearest wall.

He didn’t seem angry... That was the first surprise. He seemed... Nice. Though Anna had hardly been brought up in a life to recognise such a thing. She listened to him, his voice the only thing distracting her from the ice in her veins and the sight around her. Nails dug into the rock behind her, her heart thumping heavily in her chest as he breathing began to slow. She gulped as the man rose his hand, her entire body tense and ready for him to strike. But when she felt his touch, so soft and gentle, she relaxed just enough to focus on what he was saying to her. Blue eyes blinked and lips and hands trembled before she answered. 

“Mother alway called us ancients...” She explained, gulping “Witches and Necromancers”. She could think of another word to describe herself as she looked down at the blood across her body. She tried to wipe her hands across her black dress but it too was so blood soaked it did nothing. 

“Monsters” She whispered, scared tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

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"I love you."

Touch, closeness, this is all Daniel could feel right now, as he lay trembling and huddled against David’s chest, his whole face recessed and pressed against the other’s shirt. His arms clung to the Weyland unit’s body, as if Daniel were unbearibly scared that the other android would suddenly disappear and he would be alone again as soon as he opened his eyes. The caretaker felt so vulnerable, so lonely and helpless, even if it was just a result of his own fear that swallowed his sanity for so long.

It were his thoughts, his memories of those days, that overtook his mind. He felt it again, those feelings. Fear, suffering, anger … guilt.

The only thing he could remember being that he was standing by the window of his living room when his vision darkened with each memory returning, his systems were heating up, his stress levels were rising dangerously high, threatening to destroy himself, and not fainting as he usually did. Daniel felt ground beneath him, all he could see where faces of the past, noises of those he loved. From Emma, from John, Caroline. Shots, shouting, crying, sirens. In his mind, a film of memories lurked, more real than ever, while Daniel’s hands covered his head as if in pain.

The unconciousness did not come, the mind of the PL600 didn’t darken, as Daniel gradually realized that he was sitting with David, who found him in this condition. Fingers pressed against the synth’s clothes, deeper, clawing. The voices left him and everything settled down when Daniel could do nothing but shiver, to cry in little tones. He went through these episodes far too often, and he got the feeling that they were getting worse, and that one day, the CyberLife droid would really die from it at one moment. He hated it. He hated to feel, he hated those emotions. Sometimes … only sometimes, he just does not want to feel anything, what life he would lead, if he would never have had to go through the fraud of his own family, if he never deviated. It did hurt like a thousand needles in his fragile soul.

But then Daniel heard David’s words finally able to register, his comforting voice, his whispering of sweet nothings so closely to him, and he just could outright drown into them. David… how could the former domestic assistant ever wish for such thing as erasing his ability to feel, if there is someone in his life worthy for it.

I love you, those words echoed ever and ever again in Daniel’s head as he grasped himself back to reality step by step. He is not alone, he has someone by his side, someone who loves him the way Daniel always wanted.

Slowly, his face moved from David’s chest, blue eyes opened as they gazed directly to the Weyland unit’s pair of blueness. Last tears rolled down his pale rosy cheeks, his trembling, though weakly now, remained. He moved towards the other blondehaired again, this time resting his chin on the his beloved’s shoulder as arms embrace him closely to enclose any distance between each other.

“I love you, I love you so much, David.” whispered the PL600 silently to answer and to return the confession, his voice swollen from crying, blubbery and shaking, interrupted by silent sniff  “I’m so entirely glad I have you in my life and you stay with me… I don’t even deserve you for that. I’m sorry I.. I put you in worry ever and ever again. You’re the light in my misery and I am forever grateful to have you. I love you endlessly.”

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