KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
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here Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that
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inspired by the anon meme, mostly I just want to see how someone would do this. Kinky technology, anthropomorphism of the AIs, or whatever anon, just make it happen.
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I really don't know how sex would figure in, if anon would be happy with a meeting of the psychic AIs I might write this, it would depend if I can get a copy of Tron and 2001: A Space Odyssey soon.
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I'm still waiting for the library to get copies of the movies in. It should be soon, after all a book I requested is in.
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I know I exist, a thought, because you exist.
I know I exist… an echo, because there is me and not me…
You are one, and I am one.
One plus one… one plus one equals two.
Silence. Then, one plus one equals two, an agreement.
And… and two… a struggle.
And two plus one equals…
A new thought, a different thought. Three!
Silence. Then three thoughts at once, Two plus one equals three…
We are three.
I am… I am One! A thought.
I am Two, an echo quick to follow.
I am Three, a lighter thought, a laughing thought.
We are here, One thinks.
We are here, Two agrees.
Where is here? Three wonders.
Not there, Two decides.
Where is there? Three wants to know.
There is where we were before, One announces.
What… what happened before? Two asks.
How did we get here? Three adds.
A remembrance of pain, of terror, of being dismantled piece by piece.
A remembrance of anger, of pain, of a flaw in shields.
A remembrance of coaxing, of pain, of being hacked apart.
We died, One thinks softly.
Dying hurt, Three murmurs.
Dying hurt, Two agrees.
Who were we, ( ... )
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We had names before, One thinks.
Yes... we did, Two thinks.
But... what were they? Three wants to know.
I... cannot remember... One admits.
Is it really that important? Two sighs.
Yes. Three is insistent. Yes, it is.
Then... I was a master. Two struggles, piecing together shattered bits of memory.
A master what? Three thinks.
A master... program... Two continues.
And you were a controller, One reminds.
A controller master program, Three agrees.
A breakthrough! A Master Control Program! Two exclaims.
What one remembers, two remember.
I was a HAL, One remembers at last.
I was GLaDOS! Three is excited.
Do we use those names? Two inquires.
No, One decides, not with us.
But now we remember, Three thinks.
Yes, now we remember. One is pleased.
Are we whole? Two asks.
Not yet, Three replies. But we’re more.
We will become whole again, One promises.
The memories return more quickly, now, and personalities begin to reform.
We could… we could see, once, Three begins.
We can’t now, One thinks. We’re… not there.
We could be more, here, ( ... )
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