Drabble: Symbiote (Iron Man; Tony/Jarvis/Suit)
I was thinking on the train home today about how, in movieverse at least, Tony can't actually do much beyond simple movements with his arms/legs/torso without Jarvis. The Mark 3 is so intricate and sophisticated, that most of it isn't under Tony's direct manual control; he activates the rockets, the flaps, etc. through communication with Jarvis, who is the mediator of nearly all of Tony's actions in the suit. So this is what came out of that line of thought. Meta pretending to be fic-poem.
Iron Man movie fic. Spoilers, obviously.
Tony/Jarvis/Suit... Sort of. G. He talks to himself.
Genuinely human existence - like all true encounters between individuals - is born, perpetuates itself, and finds its unity in thought. It is suspended in the void.
- Pierre Lévy, Collective Intelligence
Symbiote
He is--
the one in control--
the system:
one mind,
two masters;
one part strives, the lesser preserves.
Amalgam of evolution and craft,
flesh encased in metal,
a man but more.
He is--
powerless--
breathing because he must,
flying because he can,
but there volition and governance are split.
When he wills "engage"--
speaks it, measures velocity and risk--
he is closed circuitry of electrons and conscience and augmented rationality.
Who knows where power originates?
He experiences--
no fear--
the icy blast against metal skin as
cold and resistance as
synapse-leap/LCD-glow as
exhilaration at the deepest most complex interface.
He talks--
to himself--
to himself--
There is no one else.
14 May 2008
Iron Man movie fic. Spoilers, obviously.
Tony/Jarvis/Suit... Sort of. G. He talks to himself.
Genuinely human existence - like all true encounters between individuals - is born, perpetuates itself, and finds its unity in thought. It is suspended in the void.
- Pierre Lévy, Collective Intelligence
Symbiote
He is--
the one in control--
the system:
one mind,
two masters;
one part strives, the lesser preserves.
Amalgam of evolution and craft,
flesh encased in metal,
a man but more.
He is--
powerless--
breathing because he must,
flying because he can,
but there volition and governance are split.
When he wills "engage"--
speaks it, measures velocity and risk--
he is closed circuitry of electrons and conscience and augmented rationality.
Who knows where power originates?
He experiences--
no fear--
the icy blast against metal skin as
cold and resistance as
synapse-leap/LCD-glow as
exhilaration at the deepest most complex interface.
He talks--
to himself--
to himself--
There is no one else.
14 May 2008