What the BBC Sherlock characters think about generative AI
Sherlock: detests it, thinks it makes people stupid and hates how it’s often wrong. Rants about it constantly.
John: tried it out for a second to see if it could edit his blog, had a row with it when it kept americanising every word. Also got embarrassed because Sherlock called him an imbecile.
Mrs Hudson: keeps downloading apps that edit your face into some imaginary scenario. Sends Sherlock and John pictures of what they’d look like on their wedding day or what Rosie will look like grown up.
Greg: uses it for everything. Doesn’t really get what it is but lets it fill out all his paperwork. Gets called an idiot by Sherlock but doesn’t really know what the big deal is.
Mycroft: works with all the big AI companies and uses them for surveillance. Sends Sherlock cases when someone types in a worrying prompt.
Molly: doesn’t use it for environmental reasons. Constantly reposting infographics on her Instagram story with cartoons of sad polar bears. Always falls for the fake funny animal videos though.
Irene: uses it to create deepfakes and blackmails people
Anderson: Thinks ChatGPT is omnipotent, asks it things like ‘is Sherlock Holmes a serial killer?’
Sally: Agrees with Sherlock, is annoyed that she agrees with Sherlock.
So... i was reading some Johnlock fic and while searching a new work to read i saw a Irene/Molly fic, i wonder why some people ship this...but If We think about the #Mirror in BBC Sherlock and the fact that in the show Molly is in fact a Mirror for John and in the same way Irene is it for Sherlock...Well to me is pretty clear why someone thinks tha they could be a couple...even when they didn't shere a single scene in the Tv series.
Why, hello there, strangers! I’m sorry this took so long. Life happened and this definitely fell by the wayside. The good news is, I’m trying this new thing called self-care, and my therapist tells me completing unfinished work can help provide a sense of closure and accomplishment. If you’re still following this mess, thanks for sticking by it. I’m already working on the next chapter, and I promise it won’t take me another four years to publish it.
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“Rosie tells me you had a lovely time at the museum while we were gone,” Mary said, smiling widely. She had had her daughter spill all the details of Sherlock’s date with Molly. Now, she was going to enjoy tormenting her husband’s best friend.
“Rosie is a misguided four year old child,” Sherlock answered. “The evening passed without incident, and everything was fine. But I would not categorize it as ‘lovely’.”
The detective busied himself reading the morning paper. It took a few moments for him to realize the reason nothing made sense was because the words were all upside down. He crumpled the paper and threw it to the side with a frustrated huff. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way. He didn’t even know what he was feeling. He was, of course, very much against the idea of getting saddled with a wife and family. He was in no way, shape, or form cut out for the life a family man. However, there was just something about Molly. She was smart. She didn’t let him get away with anything. She put him to task when he stepped out of line.
“Oh yes, I can clearly see how completely unaffected you are,” Mary stated with a chuckle. She had never seen her friend as uncertain as he was now.
“Perhaps, I have come to realize that, perhaps, there is more to Molly than I had originally assessed.” As much as it pained him to admit it, he was wrong about the pathologist. He had just written her off as a competent lab assistant. Clearly, there was much more to her than met the eye.
“Oh, the big, bad detective has feelings then?” the petite blonde said with a quirk of her eyebrow.
“Nobody said anything about feelings. I just think that I may have misjudged her,” Sherlock shot back defensively. He folded his arms like a petulant child as he threw himself onto his favored chair.
“Well, maybe you should plan an actual, nice date for your next meeting,” Mary replied, rolling her eyes. She had had just about enough of this supposedly grown man having trouble dealing with being an actual adult.
“It is not a date! But you are right. Maybe I should plan a less malicious day, just to show her that I respect her on a professional level.”
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Something seemed off about Sherlock. Molly wasn’t quite sure what it was, but she did know she didn’t like it. He had walked into the lab without his usual theatrics. He hadn’t told her to run any tests. He hadn’t demanded a cup of coffee. In fact, he had barely spoken a word to her. Now, he was sitting quietly, fiddling with a microscope.
Finally, the pathologist couldn’t stand the silence any longer. “Is there anything I can help you with, Sherlock? What are you working on?”
The detective looked up from his work abruptly. “No. None for me thank you.”
“I was just asking if you wanted any help on whatever it is you’re working on,” Molly replied, a bit confused.
“Oh. I thought you asked if I wanted anything to eat,” Sherlock said, looking back down at the microscope. “Did you want anything to eat?” he added nonchalantly.
“No, thank you. I’m fine,” the pathologist responded. She turned back to the lab bench and resumed her work mixing her reagents.
“If you did want something to eat, what would you want?” Sherlock refused to look up from the microscope but shot a quick glance towards Molly to gauge her reaction.
“Well, I’m not particularly hungry at the moment, but I was planning on picking up some Greek on my way back home,” she replied absentmindedly as she continued her work.
“Excellent!” Sherlock quickly rose from his chair and made his way to the door. “I’ll meet you at the Greek taverna down the street at 7. We may as well get our monthly outing out of the way.”
He left the lab without so much as a backwards glance. Molly stared, confused, at the door as it swung closed. She hadn’t ever seen Sherlock act this way before. If she didn’t know any better, she would think he was nervous. What in the world had gotten into him? Finally, her curiosity got the best of her, and the pathologist wandered over to where the detective had been working previously. She looked into the microscope and found herself even more confused than before. There hadn’t even been a slide on the microscope.
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Molly sat uneasily at the table. Sherlock was fifteen minutes late. She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous. It would just be a dinner, that’s all. She and Sherlock had gone on other, far more exciting, outings. Even so, the petite brunette could not shake the fluttering feeling she felt in her stomach. As the pathologist tried to busy herself by tracing her finger along the blue lines on the tablecloth, the waiter approached her for the third time that night.
“Would you like to place your order yet? Or perhaps just another glass of wine?” The look on his face was one of patronizing sympathy.
“I think I’ll wait just a little longer,” Molly replied with a tight smile. She’d give him just 5 more minutes.
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Sherlock ducked into an alley and kept running. The evening was not going as he planned. This case was supposed to be simple, barely a three. Yet, here he was, running around the streets of London, trying to lose the absolute behemoth of a man who had broken into that warehouse. Lestrade had said it was tactile company, that nothing of value had been taken. What Lestrade didn’t know was that the company had actually been a front for an arms dealer, an arms dealer that did not appreciate Sherlock poking around his business.
The detective turned another corner. Looking over his shoulder, he was satisfied that he had lost his pursuer. Glancing at his watch, he realized it was just after 7. If he hurried, he would be able to make it to his date with Molly without being too late. As he moved to quicken is pace, a large figure blocked his way. Sherlock looked up to see a very angry looking arms dealer scowling at him. It may take him a little longer to get to the restaurant than he anticipated.
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It was 8. Molly gathered her things, placed a few bills on the table, and left the restaurant. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, and she angrily blinked them back. Why was she even feeling this way? It’s not like it was a real date. It’s not like Sherlock had any sort of obligation to her. Something more important had probably come up, that’s all. Now, she would go home to Toby, heat up some leftovers, and watch Bakeoff. A lovely way to spend the evening. As Molly started walking down the sidewalk, a hunched figure stepped into her path.
“Leaving already?”
Molly gasped. It was Sherlock, and he was in awful shape. His clothes were disheveled. His lip was bleeding. He had a large gash on his forehead. His eye was swollen. He was hunched over as though trying to alleviate some pain in his abdomen. He had been through something terrible.
“Oh, Sherlock! What happened?” she managed to ask.
“Had a run in with a rather unsavory character. Nothing to worry about. I’m sorry I’m late,” the detective responded, trying to mask the pain in his voice. “Let’s head back in there and have dinner.”
“Are you mad? Look at you!” Molly shouted, gesturing wildly at the man before her. “We need to get you to the hospital!”
“Nonsense! I’m perfectly fine. No need for hospitals,” Sherlock protested.
“At least let me patch you up. Your flat isn’t too far from here.” Molly looped one of his arms around her awkwardly, and the two hobbled slowly the 221B Baker St.
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Sherlock winced as Molly dabbed at the cut on his forehead. He may have bested the juggernaut, but he hadn’t escaped unscathed. The good news was, there were no broken bones or internal bleeding. However, it hurt to breathe and there were several bruises already forming all over his body. He really needed to brush up on his hand-to-hand combat.
“He really did a number on you,” Molly whispered as she leaned forward to check for any more wounds on his person.
“Why do you assume it was a he?” the detective retorted. “Women can also be very skilled fighters.”
Molly rolled her eyes at that. “Fine. They really did a number on you.” She gave him one more once over before pulling away. “There. You’re all set.”
“Thank you for your help,” he murmured, watching her pack away the first aid kit. For a brief moment, he wanted to reach out and take her hand, but he thought better of it. “I’m sorry I ruined the evening.”
“It’s nothing important, just dinner. I’m just glad you’re alive,” the pathologist replied, trying hard not to let her voice betray how disappointed she had been. She moved to the kitchen. “I can see if I can throw something together for us.”
Sherlock wasn’t sure why he was stung by her words, why her doubting her importance hurt him so. He looked over at her as she rummaged through his kitchen looking for something edible. She pulled a bag of toes out of the freezer, shook her head, and returned them to their allotted place. She muttered to herself, and he could have sworn he heard her say something about him not know the proper way to store toes. Eventually, she returned to where she had left him, looking defeated and holding a single carrot.
“This is the one single item in there that is safe to eat,” she announced, slightly amused. “I’m off to Tesco to find us some sustenance.”
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The two of them sat at his kitchen table conversing over the delicious pad thai Molly had made. She seemed so relaxed and at ease talking about the experiments she had been running and the interesting bodies she had worked on. There was something about her right now. It reminded Sherlock of the afternoon they had spent at the apiary. She was one of the few people who didn’t bore him when they spoke. She was brilliant and challenged him. He never tired of her and her abundance of knowledge. Sherlock realized at that moment that he would not be content to go back to the way things were before, the way things would soon be after the mandatory six months were over. The detective found himself wishing that they had more time.
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