OOC: First Memory (Sight/Touch)
[Brooklyn's memory crystal is an expansion of the scene from the episode Dogged where he and canonmates Syd and Boom rebuild R.I.C. I did do a lot of embellishments, since the scene in question is fairly short. The senses are sight and touch, so he can't hear anything.]
The world was upside-down.
The world was upside-down, and Brooklyn was staring at the side of the room opposite him- a cluttered area, with a desk, a computer, an untidy bed, shelves. A thick green horizontal stripe painted on the wall. A green mattress pad. A toaster next to the computer, a guitar against the bed, a skateboard against the wall, books and knicknacks and gewgaws littering the desk and shelves.
Next to him, a brown-haired young man, clumsily attempting to stand on his head as well, speaking words that Brooklyn could not hear. Brooklyn turned his head to his friend, spoke back and nodded, then spotted a curly blonde-haired young woman in a pink uniform coming in through the door. She talked to them, and Brooklyn and the other young man stood erect, listening as she asked them a question, then turned to each other, smiling and nodding eagerly.
Then, a flash forward.
Brooklyn and his friends were inside a laboratory now, a high-tech one full of computers, racks of test tubes, various pieces of equipment, with the letters "S.P.D." everywhere. Brooklyn himself was now wearing goggles, a mask and an apron over his clothes, as well as rubber gloves over his usual leather ones. The pieces of a familiar robot dog were laid out on a table before him and hooked up to a computer, and Brooklyn was searching, probing, examining the dog's parts, looking for things he needed to replace entirely, things he could salvage and rebuild, things that simply needed cleaning and were still usable. He opened a compartment... to find it stuffed full of dog toys, which he carelessly tossed aside.
Brooklyn then cracked his knuckles, nodded to his assitant, then asked for something, holding out his hand and receiving a pair of pliers.
And as he worked... as time slipped carelessly by, as the wires clicked into the right places, as plugs were plugged, as parts fitted together...
He felt what he was doing with his hands, and he understood.
As the young woman welded the dog's body together with his careful direction, then Brooklyn and his assistant went back to work...
He saw, he felt, and he understood.
And when he'd made the final adjustments, and the dog sprang to life, good as new, and he and his friends cheered and patted one anothers' backs for a job well done...
He had seen. He had felt.
And he understood.
The world was upside-down.
The world was upside-down, and Brooklyn was staring at the side of the room opposite him- a cluttered area, with a desk, a computer, an untidy bed, shelves. A thick green horizontal stripe painted on the wall. A green mattress pad. A toaster next to the computer, a guitar against the bed, a skateboard against the wall, books and knicknacks and gewgaws littering the desk and shelves.
Next to him, a brown-haired young man, clumsily attempting to stand on his head as well, speaking words that Brooklyn could not hear. Brooklyn turned his head to his friend, spoke back and nodded, then spotted a curly blonde-haired young woman in a pink uniform coming in through the door. She talked to them, and Brooklyn and the other young man stood erect, listening as she asked them a question, then turned to each other, smiling and nodding eagerly.
Then, a flash forward.
Brooklyn and his friends were inside a laboratory now, a high-tech one full of computers, racks of test tubes, various pieces of equipment, with the letters "S.P.D." everywhere. Brooklyn himself was now wearing goggles, a mask and an apron over his clothes, as well as rubber gloves over his usual leather ones. The pieces of a familiar robot dog were laid out on a table before him and hooked up to a computer, and Brooklyn was searching, probing, examining the dog's parts, looking for things he needed to replace entirely, things he could salvage and rebuild, things that simply needed cleaning and were still usable. He opened a compartment... to find it stuffed full of dog toys, which he carelessly tossed aside.
Brooklyn then cracked his knuckles, nodded to his assitant, then asked for something, holding out his hand and receiving a pair of pliers.
And as he worked... as time slipped carelessly by, as the wires clicked into the right places, as plugs were plugged, as parts fitted together...
He felt what he was doing with his hands, and he understood.
As the young woman welded the dog's body together with his careful direction, then Brooklyn and his assistant went back to work...
He saw, he felt, and he understood.
And when he'd made the final adjustments, and the dog sprang to life, good as new, and he and his friends cheered and patted one anothers' backs for a job well done...
He had seen. He had felt.
And he understood.