[fanfiction] electricity is easy I'm told

Apr 25, 2011 03:21

365 Gay Sharks
Day 100, Word Count: 1184
Theme: April; Double Rainbow
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Fandom/Pairings: The Social Network; Mark/Eduardo
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: So this is a bit from a longer story I told over twitter. Basically what you need to know is this: Facebook is a facial recognition program created by Mark for the CIA, Eduardo is a cyborg who stole it/downloaded it into himself under Sean's orders, and Mark is a an angry technopath who wants Facebook back.
Disclaimer: Get out, Mark.
Summary: It's easier to access things without people noticing if they're distracted. Sex is very distracting. Sometimes, Mark thinks it's a lucky thing he's very good at multitasking.


electricity is easy I'm told

Mark needs to get Facebook back.

He's still not sure how anyone managed to hack his fucking system and get to it in the first place, but when he starts talking to the system, the system tells him that it was a cyborg. Further conversation tells him that the cyborg was very polite, had proper access credentials, and was named Eduardo Saverin. The system really likes Eduardo and is a bit disappointed that he made off with Facebook. Such a waste, it says. Mark tells the system that it's the charming ones you have to watch out for and then surfaces back into the real world. He grabs a jacket and is out the door before anyone can ask where he's going.

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Eduardo Saverin is not hard to locate.

Well, that's a misleading statement. The correct thing to say would be this: Eduardo Saverin is not hard to locate for Mark. He tends to find that ATMs are chatty chatty machines, and they'll give up bank information if you ask nicely enough. Also, since he knows that Eduardo is a cyborg, he may have poked around in the registered cyborgs database and gotten an address. Chris has told him approximately a million times that he isn't supposed to use his powers to access information he's technically not supposed to have, but Mark is of the opinion that if a machine will give up the information he wants without asking for credentials then it's not his fault if he thinks it's easier to just ask the database directly than fill out a request form and wait to be granted access to the database.

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Machines are like small children.

At least, that's how they seem to Mark. It's probably a technopath thing, he figures because everyone else seems to think machines are impersonal, impenetrable fortresses. That's just about the farthest thing from true that there is, though, because Mark talks to machines all the time. Sometimes machines talk to him when he doesn't want them too. ATMs always want to talk. The problem with machines is that they don't really have any understanding of good and bad. They'll give Mark whatever information he wants, because they don't care what he does with it. It's like sharing grapes or something, they give it because they like talking to Mark and they like helping him out. In that sense Mark is less like a hacker and more like a babysitter, but hacker sounds more dignified.

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Mark has a plan to get Facebook back.

After a cursory search of Eduardo Saverin on the internet, Mark has found that he is bisexual at the very least and is about 70% cyberkinetic thanks to an intense car crash he only barely survived. His entire right side is cyberkinetic, and he's had a partially cyberkinetic processing system installed. That explains how he just walked off with Facebook, Mark thinks, because he probably just downloaded the entire thing into his memory banks. Anyway, that also means Mark knows exactly what he should do. It's easier to access things without people noticing if they're distracted. Sex is very distracting. Sometimes, Mark thinks it's a lucky thing he's very good at multitasking.

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Eduardo Saverin is ridiculously attractive.

Contrary to popular belief, Mark isn't actually cyberkinetic at all. He's 100% organic, but he happens to think that machines are more interesting than humans. That being said, he still knows how to appreciate the aesthetics of the human form and Eduardo Saverin is very attractive and very much likes Mark. He responds to Mark's subtle advances easily, which is probably because he can tell that Mark is a technopath. All cyborgs can tell Mark is a technopath, because the machine part of them automatically responds to Mark's touch. It's a very nifty trick, and it very much works in his favor most of the time. Especially now.

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Machines respond separately from organics.

Largely the difference between response time is very minimal, hundreths of a second, but if there is some sort of disconnect then the difference can stretch to as much as two seconds. Ten if the disconnect is between a processing system and the brain, because processing system technology has gotten a lot better in recent years but it's far from perfect. If the cyborg is sleep-deprived, very distracted/overloaded with sensory information, or in extreme temperatures, then a processing system falters. Mark suspects that most cyborgs don't realize that ten seconds is all he needs to erase their entire processing system if he wants. No one actually realizes how powerful of a technopath Mark is, because there's no one quite like Mark. Most technopaths can't do half the things that Mark can do, have to actually try to communicate with machinery, but then again: Mark's always been more comfortable with the machines.

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Mark knows he gives good head.

He likes doing it too, the feel of skin sliding over his tongue, but he likes it better when it's with a cyborg and he's getting almost instantaneous feedback from their processing system. In some respects, it's like what Mark thinks reading someone's mind would be like. The next closest thing, anyway. He could lose himself in it, if he isn't careful. That's the problem with being a technopath, Mark always runs the risk of information overload. It's why he's become so good at multi-tasking. So, while Eduardo is a lot distracted by Mark's tongue and Mark's mouth, Mark quietly slips into his processing system and deletes Facebook's programming. It's kind of a shame that Eduardo's a criminal, though, because Mark likes the way they integrate.

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Eduardo Saverin is a good fuck.

Really, it's a fucking shame that Eduardo is a criminal because Mark wouldn't mind dating him at all if he weren't. He's attractive, Mark integrates with him beautifully, and god. Eduardo thrusts forward and for a few beautiful seconds Mark's constantly whirring brain just stops. It's never happened before, and when Mark's brain creaks back into working he automatically wants the peacefulness of that absolute white again. If this is what happens to most people when they have sex, Mark can kind of see why they have it so often. He's had sex before, but it's never anything more than an outlet for what little sexual desire he feels. This is different. This is like a drug coursing through his veins, like something he never knew he wanted.

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Machines like Mark better than most humans.

That's why Mark feels bad slipping out of Eduardo's apartment in the grey of early morning. Feels bad for leaving without any explanation other than I'M SORRY scrawled onto the bathroom mirror in bodywash, because he is. He's sorry Eduardo's a criminal, and he's sorry that Facebook and protecting Facebook come before anything else.

He's sorry that they didn't meet under different circumstances.

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