Fanfiction- Daniel Drieberg Invented the Internet.
Title: Daniel Drieberg Invented the Internet.
Pairing: Daniel and Rorschach.
Warning’s: None sans a bit of language, silliness and technology beyond it’s time.
Fandom: Watchmen.
Beta: None, but I’d love it if someone Beta-ed!
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘Watchmen’ if I did Alan Moore would probably call on his mighty snake god to make my ovaries implode.
AU: I wrote this little fic-et randomly after reading one of -mustinvestigate’s promps! - http://mustinvestigate.livejournal.com/2380.html?view=65612#t65612 ç Found here!
Summery: In the late 60’s Rorschach tended to go on these little Monologues when Daniel was there. Needless to say it annoyed the living crap outta him. Also Daniel Drieberg invented the Internet, computers and Pong.
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“I really couldn’t understand how big figure could use a carrot, three pieces of twine and a picture of Dan Roan to disarm me…”
Oh for cripes sake Rorschach why do you always have to do this…just concentrate on getting the data Drieberg, pretend you’re working really hard.
“…Just flabbergasted, and why was he even IN Chippendale’s anyways, It reminds me of something someone told me a while ago…”
Push key b, push shift again, hope he doesn’t notice that the screen’s already up…
“…and never dust your carpet with a cat. He always used to say that to me and it reminds me of this current situation very much…”
Go over to computer C, type your name, control V, Control V, Control V.
“…It’s Jewish people, they’re controlling the water supply thus making us into Homosexual’s which is why the world’s flushing itself down the toilet of doom and injustice…”
Ignore the Anti-Semitic and homophobic remarks Daniel! Just let him get it out so you can disclose the info. Hmm, I’ll start up ‘Pong’ on computer Y, yeah that’s it. I’ll just tell him it’s a data reader or a complex graph.
“…Never compromise even if you get disarmed with a picture of Dan Roan, a carrot and three pieces of twine in a Chippendales club ran by a crazy midget crime ring leader, you know what I mean Daniel?”
Finally!
“Yeah, I know what ya mean man, speaking of which I’ve got the data up…”
“And apparently you also have the high score in pong.”
Shit.