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Fly Away by Kyra Cullinan (PG)
Fandom: STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE
Pairing: None, Vic Fontaine
Author on LJ: not sure
Author Website: Narrowstreets.net
Why this must be read:
Because there is nothing in the world better than fic which explores minor characters by expanding on things that were barely hinted at in canon. This stunning fic has the holographic lounge singer, Vic Fontaine, contemplating the nature of his existance far from 1950s Vegas.
There are things you try not to think about. The fact that in reality you live in a box under the counter of a bar. A glittering cylinder tucked in neatly beside all the other fantasies these people of the future like to live out, while people walk by you every day, oblivious to your pseudo-existence. You know this, because Julian told you, when you asked. He's delighted with you, giddy about his new toy.
Sentient holograms. The latest rage in holotechnology, and you're more than happy to oblige, to be a part of it all. There's been some trouble in the past, you understand, but they're very careful now. Detailed psychological profiles, all the variables which might cause trouble painstakingly programmed out. So you never have to worry about getting angry or violent or unstable in any way.
Fly Away
Pairing: None, Vic Fontaine
Author on LJ: not sure
Author Website: Narrowstreets.net
Why this must be read:
Because there is nothing in the world better than fic which explores minor characters by expanding on things that were barely hinted at in canon. This stunning fic has the holographic lounge singer, Vic Fontaine, contemplating the nature of his existance far from 1950s Vegas.
There are things you try not to think about. The fact that in reality you live in a box under the counter of a bar. A glittering cylinder tucked in neatly beside all the other fantasies these people of the future like to live out, while people walk by you every day, oblivious to your pseudo-existence. You know this, because Julian told you, when you asked. He's delighted with you, giddy about his new toy.
Sentient holograms. The latest rage in holotechnology, and you're more than happy to oblige, to be a part of it all. There's been some trouble in the past, you understand, but they're very careful now. Detailed psychological profiles, all the variables which might cause trouble painstakingly programmed out. So you never have to worry about getting angry or violent or unstable in any way.
Fly Away