THIS MACHINE CALLED MAN

[call_me_ishmael]

Once upon a time I prompted robot Sherlock on the kinkmeme. Two wonderful people indulged me. coloredink, being sane, wrote something awesome and short. tartancravat started an epic that grew and grew and kept asking me what I wanted to see next. It got even bigger as we talked about the world, started filling in gaps. Eventually the need to worldbuild and fix the first

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[tartancravat]

I RENOUNCE SANITY, THIS IS WAY MORE FUN.

YOU CAN'T FEEL YOUR ARMS AND MY FACE HURTS BECAUSE I'VE BEEN GRINNING LIKE A MAD PERSON ALL DAY LONG. ROBOTS ARE DANGEROUS, OKAY.

ROBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTS.

YOUR ART IS AWESOME.

CAPSLOCK FOREVER.

My robots feels are gonna make a mess. Bacon grease everywhere.

[call_me_ishmael]

ROBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTS. ALL THE FLAILS EVER.

I SHOULD PROBABLY STOP REFRESHING THE AO3 PAGE SO OFTEN.

THANK YOU I AM GLAD YOU LIKE THE ART.

ALWAYS CAPSLOCK. ALWAYS.

All that bacon, better make some BLTs lololol.

[mojoflower]

Oh! I have to comment on this one, too. (Then I really AM going to walk away from the computer).
I love This Machine Called Man, I'm totally into freakishly odd, but gritty real AUs. And, well: robot Sherlock. Duh.
So I friended TartanCravat (this was early on, when her story was still on kinkmeme), and the very first post she made after that was a weird dream about people hatching out of eggs, and how it needed to become a trope in Sherlock fanfiction. And for some reason that sent my brain spinning, and Murderous Imprint sprang from that little entry. My second fanfiction ever. So I love that she wrote the robot AU b/c of you: does that make you, like some kind of grandfather?

[call_me_ishmael]

While I am certainly a curmudgeon at heart I don't think I'm quite old enough to qualify as a grandfather.

[mojoflower]

Sometimes it's important to practice, so that you don't shock everyone too much when you are ripe enough to be old.

Do you know the poem Warning by Jenny Joseph?

"When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.

.... (lots and lots of funny stuff here)...

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple."

Sage advice! And aspiring to curmudgeonhood sounds like as good a dream as any. ;-)