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matrixrefugeeAn idea that has been poking at me for some time, and it won't leave me alone, try as I might. Someday, I might expand this into a full-length fic. I MIGHT: this isn't definate... And I hate to sound like a review-begging fanbrat, but I could really use some feedback on this, to see how well I did, considering how... delicate the subject matter is.
Title: This Shouldn't be Happening...
Day/Theme: October 14: The alternation of generations
Series: The Matrix Online
AU Scenario: What if Mpreg was possible among programs...
Character/Pairing: Merv/Flood, Cain and Abel cameos
Rating: R (Slash)
WARNING: Read at your own risk....
The Merovingian dismounted from his male consort's lean form and lay back on his pillows, gazing at the pale-haired young male with condescending affection. Almost as a reflex, Flood turned over on his side, facing away from his superior and pulled himself to the furthest edge of the mattress, as if trying to distance himself from the male program who'd had him pinned to the mattress for the past hour. Yet, he did not rise and leave: he clearly was waiting for the soreness and the discomfort in his shell to subside.
The elder program's thoughts strayed elsewhere, to other members of his circle, to other Exiles in his service... He had seen some of them producing new young programs, some by directly coding them, others in a manner little different for human reproduction. He'd had himself coded to be able to beget offspring and had begged his wife to consent to be coded to carry his heir. But out of vanity, she had refused his wishes. He had turned to the one or two mistresses he had taken among the Exiles, but they also had refused him, to their folly.
A thought crossed his rational centers, a thought so strange and amusing that it caused the corners of his mouth to turn up in cruelly delighted smirk. It was perfect: if there was anything that would take some of the superiority out of Flood, this might be it, and considering how little the younger program knew regarding physiology, He propped himself up on one elbow and edged closer to Flood. The younger male flinched, and gathered himself as if to push off his superior, but the Merovingian laid a firm but gentle hand over Flood's eyes, causing the lesser program to relax into a deep sleep.
Once he could see that Flood had reverted to sleep mode, the Merovingian reached into the lesser program's shell. Finding the traces of his own code within the younger male's being, he fused it with some of Flood's code, then folded part of the code that comprised his inferior's shell and formed from it a resting place for the new intelligence that had just begun to exist...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Flood awakened a short while later and glanced over his shoulder to find his superior drowsing on the pillows next to him. As he started to sit up, the Merovingian awoke with a soft rumble of pleasure.
"Are you leaving me so soon, ma cher?"
"It's late and I have a security walk to conduct before I settle down for the night," Flood said, rising and seeking out his clothes.
"Ever the responsible one," the Merovingian replied, watching him. "Be on your way, and take all the care that is due to the entities I have entrusted into your safekeeping."
"I will, of course," Flood said, wondering what the older program meant by that remark.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For nearly two months afterwards Flood did not suspect anything had happened to him that night. Yet, he could not help noticing -- to his relief -- that his superior no longer sent for him at night. And yet, he had the odd sensation that something about him had changed; something was happening that shouldn't occur.
He started to wonder what was up when his waist started to thicken, requiring him to have his vests retailored. There was no explanation for that: he rarely ate, except when it was required of him for appearances' sake, thus it couldn't be weight gain.
He was turning these possibilties over in his mind as he pored over some much-needed accounting, when he had the neck-hair prickling sensation that someone was staring at his waist from the side. He looked up from the spreadsheet he was examining and discovered Cain and Abel looking at the front of his vest with a mixture of curiosity and mischief.
"Getting a little heavy in the sneakers, eh, Flood?" Cain asked, the corners of his mouth tweaking up in a grin.
"They're not sneakers, you uncouth imbecile: these are Gucci oxfords," Flood retorted, turning his gaze away from them. "And if it's my beltline your referring to, it's only fluid retention."
"Or did the boss decide to have some fun with your code and make you more cuddle-able for those 'other duties as assigned'?" Abel asked, jolting a little as Cain stepped on his toes.
"My code is as right as rain, I'll have you both to know," Flood replied, coolly, trying to hide the quiver of embarassment and concern that ran through his shell.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At his wits' end, Flood brought up the matter to his superior when they were attending to some of the off-shore accounts.
The Merovingian smiled and ran his gaze fondly down Flood's form. "Have you not yet deduced what could be the cause of these changes in your appearance? Have you not scanned your own code?"
"I have, but I found nothing more anomalous than a cluster of *your* code, left after our last...encounter."
The Merovingian leaned back in his chair. "So naif despite your years and experience. You are with child. My child."
Flood stared at his superior. "How is that possible? Something like that shouldn't be happening: To begin with, I'm *male*, or is this some aspect of having a humanoid shell that I was not made aware of?"
"Indeed, by appearances and structure, you are male; but you, like every other program, are in essence genderless. Thus, in the hands of a master, the code in your shell can be manipulated and modified, however the one in control needs it to be changed.
Flood asked, dry-mouthed: "So you changed me into ...a female?"
"Rather, I modified your shell to be a temporary partial hermaphrodite."
Something shorted in Flood's "brain"; he saw the room turn brighter and spin around him, then turn dark; but at the same time, he felt someone catch him before he hit the floor...
Title: This Shouldn't be Happening...
Day/Theme: October 14: The alternation of generations
Series: The Matrix Online
AU Scenario: What if Mpreg was possible among programs...
Character/Pairing: Merv/Flood, Cain and Abel cameos
Rating: R (Slash)
WARNING: Read at your own risk....
The Merovingian dismounted from his male consort's lean form and lay back on his pillows, gazing at the pale-haired young male with condescending affection. Almost as a reflex, Flood turned over on his side, facing away from his superior and pulled himself to the furthest edge of the mattress, as if trying to distance himself from the male program who'd had him pinned to the mattress for the past hour. Yet, he did not rise and leave: he clearly was waiting for the soreness and the discomfort in his shell to subside.
The elder program's thoughts strayed elsewhere, to other members of his circle, to other Exiles in his service... He had seen some of them producing new young programs, some by directly coding them, others in a manner little different for human reproduction. He'd had himself coded to be able to beget offspring and had begged his wife to consent to be coded to carry his heir. But out of vanity, she had refused his wishes. He had turned to the one or two mistresses he had taken among the Exiles, but they also had refused him, to their folly.
A thought crossed his rational centers, a thought so strange and amusing that it caused the corners of his mouth to turn up in cruelly delighted smirk. It was perfect: if there was anything that would take some of the superiority out of Flood, this might be it, and considering how little the younger program knew regarding physiology, He propped himself up on one elbow and edged closer to Flood. The younger male flinched, and gathered himself as if to push off his superior, but the Merovingian laid a firm but gentle hand over Flood's eyes, causing the lesser program to relax into a deep sleep.
Once he could see that Flood had reverted to sleep mode, the Merovingian reached into the lesser program's shell. Finding the traces of his own code within the younger male's being, he fused it with some of Flood's code, then folded part of the code that comprised his inferior's shell and formed from it a resting place for the new intelligence that had just begun to exist...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Flood awakened a short while later and glanced over his shoulder to find his superior drowsing on the pillows next to him. As he started to sit up, the Merovingian awoke with a soft rumble of pleasure.
"Are you leaving me so soon, ma cher?"
"It's late and I have a security walk to conduct before I settle down for the night," Flood said, rising and seeking out his clothes.
"Ever the responsible one," the Merovingian replied, watching him. "Be on your way, and take all the care that is due to the entities I have entrusted into your safekeeping."
"I will, of course," Flood said, wondering what the older program meant by that remark.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For nearly two months afterwards Flood did not suspect anything had happened to him that night. Yet, he could not help noticing -- to his relief -- that his superior no longer sent for him at night. And yet, he had the odd sensation that something about him had changed; something was happening that shouldn't occur.
He started to wonder what was up when his waist started to thicken, requiring him to have his vests retailored. There was no explanation for that: he rarely ate, except when it was required of him for appearances' sake, thus it couldn't be weight gain.
He was turning these possibilties over in his mind as he pored over some much-needed accounting, when he had the neck-hair prickling sensation that someone was staring at his waist from the side. He looked up from the spreadsheet he was examining and discovered Cain and Abel looking at the front of his vest with a mixture of curiosity and mischief.
"Getting a little heavy in the sneakers, eh, Flood?" Cain asked, the corners of his mouth tweaking up in a grin.
"They're not sneakers, you uncouth imbecile: these are Gucci oxfords," Flood retorted, turning his gaze away from them. "And if it's my beltline your referring to, it's only fluid retention."
"Or did the boss decide to have some fun with your code and make you more cuddle-able for those 'other duties as assigned'?" Abel asked, jolting a little as Cain stepped on his toes.
"My code is as right as rain, I'll have you both to know," Flood replied, coolly, trying to hide the quiver of embarassment and concern that ran through his shell.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At his wits' end, Flood brought up the matter to his superior when they were attending to some of the off-shore accounts.
The Merovingian smiled and ran his gaze fondly down Flood's form. "Have you not yet deduced what could be the cause of these changes in your appearance? Have you not scanned your own code?"
"I have, but I found nothing more anomalous than a cluster of *your* code, left after our last...encounter."
The Merovingian leaned back in his chair. "So naif despite your years and experience. You are with child. My child."
Flood stared at his superior. "How is that possible? Something like that shouldn't be happening: To begin with, I'm *male*, or is this some aspect of having a humanoid shell that I was not made aware of?"
"Indeed, by appearances and structure, you are male; but you, like every other program, are in essence genderless. Thus, in the hands of a master, the code in your shell can be manipulated and modified, however the one in control needs it to be changed.
Flood asked, dry-mouthed: "So you changed me into ...a female?"
"Rather, I modified your shell to be a temporary partial hermaphrodite."
Something shorted in Flood's "brain"; he saw the room turn brighter and spin around him, then turn dark; but at the same time, he felt someone catch him before he hit the floor...
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Date: 2005-10-14 12:54 pm (UTC)~Weaver
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Date: 2005-10-15 06:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-14 08:53 pm (UTC)Neo is: 0_o
Smith is: >.<
Laurie is: ... :-D...
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Date: 2005-10-15 06:36 am (UTC)aww, he makes such an adorable involuntary surrogate.
Date: 2005-10-17 09:19 am (UTC)I've seen "superior" used often, but not the reverse, "inferior"-- quite fitting, considering the power-tension between the pairing involved (as well as how sadistic Merv can be when it comes to reminding 'inferiors' who's in charge). That, and it was cute how what bothers Flood the most at first is how he needs to retailor his wardrobe.
Quite brief so far, but I'm curious to see what might happen next.
Re: aww, he makes such an adorable involuntary surrogate.
Date: 2005-10-18 04:17 am (UTC)with bonus points for not going into the usual mpreg cliches like morning sickness and cravings tipping them off, AND for acknowledging the very possible gender ambiguity of beings made up of 1s and 0s, w00t)...
I never liked those cliches, because they just don't work: morning sickness/cravings are caused, if I recall, by hormonal wackiness, and males just don't have these kind hormones, or at least, not in the same amount that females do... much less programs regardless of what gender they appear to be.