Floccinaucinihilipilification, Sungmin/Siwon
Title: Floccinaucinihilipilification, Sungmin/Siwon
Length: 623 words
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Summary: Sungmin thinks he remembers being fully human, but he's not sure.
Author's Note: For nongttaengi, who wanted "ShiwonxSungmin: with angsty, depressed roboticism. Cyborgs in futuristic space colonies with drastically different environments from our own. Depressed smoking with cigarette sharing for the win. Mentions of KibumxYesung also full of win."
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He remembers being fully human, when he used to get tired after lifting things, when he used to go for check ups, not tune ups.
No, he thinks he remembers being fully human, but there's a half of his brain that isn't entirely his own anymore, and perhaps there is a programme in there implanting memories in his head, of blood flowing from cuts, not hydraulic fluid, or perhaps there's a programme to make him think there is a programme so he concentrates instead on trying to remember, really remember, instead of, instead of--
Times like these, Sungmin finds he just really needs a smoke.
"That will mess with your wiring," Siwon warns him.
"Go away," Sungmin tells him, and blows a ring of smoke in his face. Siwon clicks his tongue, but doesn't look annoyed - the iron mask they've welded to his face renders him incapable of showing emotion.
"When's Kibum going to take that off?" Sungmin asks, fingering the edge of the mask. Under it, Siwon's face is healing - nanobots are knitting the frayed edges of Siwon's skin with new filaments of silicon. Siwon really shouldn't have stayed behind on that last mission, that sort of thing was supposed to be a cyborg's job, and Sungmin had had it covered. If only Siwon didn't have such a hero-complex, he would still have his face, his real face, not whatever face Kibum had drawn up for him on a computer to replace it.
"Whenever he gets back from Grecon Colony Delta," Siwon says, carefully easing himself onto the tiles of the rooftop where Sungmin has stretched out to stare at the shell of what used to be Earth.
"You know he only goes over there because Yesung won't fuck him here, don't you?" Sungmin asks, then reaches out to grab Siwon's arm before Siwon pitches off the edge of the roof, pistons firing as the rest of his body adjusts to the weight. "Don't look so surprised, this place is a shit hole, I wouldn't fuck him here, either."
"Stop saying that," Siwon says bleakly, as Sungmin sets him back down on the roof.
"Saying what?" Sungmin asks.
"That word."
"What word?"
"That f one."
"Forks?"
"You know which one I mean."
"Oh, floccinaucinihilipilification!"
"Sungmin," Siwon says, and Sungmin can only tell that Siwon is exasperated by the hiss in his throat.
"Bet you really want a smoke now, huh?" Sungmin asks, dangling the cigarette between metallic fingers. Siwon hesitates, and Sungmin makes to return the filtered tip to his mouth, when Siwon grabs it out of his hand and puffs determinedly at it through the slit in his mask.
Sungmin turns to look at Earth, and he fingers the knob at the base of his skull, the one Kibum turns when he needs to switch Sungmin off. Sungmin dreams when he is switched off, he dreams of tactility and scraped knees and his best friend's terrible scream as their prank went wrong and the machine had crushed his body just the way it had been supposed to crush Kangin's hideous two seater craft, and he dreams of Siwon's expressive face as he shouts commands like 'stack the columns, don't just leave them in a heap' and 'put your radioactive suit on, just because you can't get sick doesn't mean you get to contaminate the entire colony'.
"I remember having toes," Sungmin says. "Ones that wriggled. I think I remember having toes. You'd think it would be something to be sure about, whether you once had toes, or you didn't."
"I remember you having toes," Siwon says, handing over the cigarette, chest heaving as he coughs, low and deep.
"You shouldn't smoke," Sungmin tells him. "It'll mess with your lungs."
Length: 623 words
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Summary: Sungmin thinks he remembers being fully human, but he's not sure.
Author's Note: For nongttaengi, who wanted "ShiwonxSungmin: with angsty, depressed roboticism. Cyborgs in futuristic space colonies with drastically different environments from our own. Depressed smoking with cigarette sharing for the win. Mentions of KibumxYesung also full of win."
Original post: link
He remembers being fully human, when he used to get tired after lifting things, when he used to go for check ups, not tune ups.
No, he thinks he remembers being fully human, but there's a half of his brain that isn't entirely his own anymore, and perhaps there is a programme in there implanting memories in his head, of blood flowing from cuts, not hydraulic fluid, or perhaps there's a programme to make him think there is a programme so he concentrates instead on trying to remember, really remember, instead of, instead of--
Times like these, Sungmin finds he just really needs a smoke.
"That will mess with your wiring," Siwon warns him.
"Go away," Sungmin tells him, and blows a ring of smoke in his face. Siwon clicks his tongue, but doesn't look annoyed - the iron mask they've welded to his face renders him incapable of showing emotion.
"When's Kibum going to take that off?" Sungmin asks, fingering the edge of the mask. Under it, Siwon's face is healing - nanobots are knitting the frayed edges of Siwon's skin with new filaments of silicon. Siwon really shouldn't have stayed behind on that last mission, that sort of thing was supposed to be a cyborg's job, and Sungmin had had it covered. If only Siwon didn't have such a hero-complex, he would still have his face, his real face, not whatever face Kibum had drawn up for him on a computer to replace it.
"Whenever he gets back from Grecon Colony Delta," Siwon says, carefully easing himself onto the tiles of the rooftop where Sungmin has stretched out to stare at the shell of what used to be Earth.
"You know he only goes over there because Yesung won't fuck him here, don't you?" Sungmin asks, then reaches out to grab Siwon's arm before Siwon pitches off the edge of the roof, pistons firing as the rest of his body adjusts to the weight. "Don't look so surprised, this place is a shit hole, I wouldn't fuck him here, either."
"Stop saying that," Siwon says bleakly, as Sungmin sets him back down on the roof.
"Saying what?" Sungmin asks.
"That word."
"What word?"
"That f one."
"Forks?"
"You know which one I mean."
"Oh, floccinaucinihilipilification!"
"Sungmin," Siwon says, and Sungmin can only tell that Siwon is exasperated by the hiss in his throat.
"Bet you really want a smoke now, huh?" Sungmin asks, dangling the cigarette between metallic fingers. Siwon hesitates, and Sungmin makes to return the filtered tip to his mouth, when Siwon grabs it out of his hand and puffs determinedly at it through the slit in his mask.
Sungmin turns to look at Earth, and he fingers the knob at the base of his skull, the one Kibum turns when he needs to switch Sungmin off. Sungmin dreams when he is switched off, he dreams of tactility and scraped knees and his best friend's terrible scream as their prank went wrong and the machine had crushed his body just the way it had been supposed to crush Kangin's hideous two seater craft, and he dreams of Siwon's expressive face as he shouts commands like 'stack the columns, don't just leave them in a heap' and 'put your radioactive suit on, just because you can't get sick doesn't mean you get to contaminate the entire colony'.
"I remember having toes," Sungmin says. "Ones that wriggled. I think I remember having toes. You'd think it would be something to be sure about, whether you once had toes, or you didn't."
"I remember you having toes," Siwon says, handing over the cigarette, chest heaving as he coughs, low and deep.
"You shouldn't smoke," Sungmin tells him. "It'll mess with your lungs."