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crack_van2009-01-22 04:38 pm
slidellra.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-01-22 04:38 pm
I can see the stars from a million miles by green_grrl (PG-13)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Benton Fraser
Length: 7300 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
green_grrl
Author Website: Her fic index.
Why this must be read: Another rec from the most recent DS Match, this time we return to the Whimsy side of things and I lose my head with glee. Because in this fic classic due South culture clash (complete with casual American comments being interpreted with unfortunate literalness) goes to OUTER SPACE and INSANE things happen and it's all very funny when it's not quite sad and then only LOVE (and Fraser's wits) can overcome. \o/
Um, which is so say: Robots and aliens? Yes. Fraser's priorities being the same as the Frptznfti's? Not so much. Happy reader/reccer flailing happily? Very much so, yes.
Mrfpztztt accessed the database to interpret what he was getting via the sensor. He was thrilled to be part of the first Frptznfti expedition to this planet, even if many other species had been here before. Fortunately they had intelligence from the Baleptitrons to work with, and they had decided tracking the Baleptitrons' subjects would be a good starting point.
Up in his ship, Mrfpztztt maneuvered the remote sensor.
The room he was scanning had many beings in it, some bent onto small supports ("chairs"), next to large rectangular shapes ("desks"), some upright and moving about. Many were speaking loudly.
A being with a tufted topping reached out and touched one in a bright coating. "Hey, you up for lunch?" Ah! The database pinged. This was subject Stanley Raymond Kowalski. Mrfpztztt paid close attention.
Stanley Raymond Kowalski's companion said, "If I don't get back and finish that stack of HR three oblique stroke thirty-sevens, I'm afraid the Inspector will have my hide."
"Yeah, okay, buddy. I'll give you a ride, we'll pick you up something to go on the way."
The two exited the room while Mrfpztztt was still trying to translate "HR three oblique stroke thirty-sevens."
A short being that smelled strongly of food spoke to a tall one. "Jeez. You could replace that guy with a robot, and no one could tell the difference."
"If the robot knew Inuit stories."
"Yeah, you'd have to program it with Inuit stories. And an encyclopedia."
"And the RCMP Manual."
"True."
"Dief would know the difference."
"Nah, the robot could buy the wolf off with doughnuts, and he'd never tell."
"Hmm, you have a point."
Mrfpztztt accessed the meaning of "robot," then breeped quietly to himself in excitement. This could be exactly what they had been looking for.
I can see the stars from a million miles (or at the original DS Match post)
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Benton Fraser
Length: 7300 words
Author on LJ:
green_grrlAuthor Website: Her fic index.
Why this must be read: Another rec from the most recent DS Match, this time we return to the Whimsy side of things and I lose my head with glee. Because in this fic classic due South culture clash (complete with casual American comments being interpreted with unfortunate literalness) goes to OUTER SPACE and INSANE things happen and it's all very funny when it's not quite sad and then only LOVE (and Fraser's wits) can overcome. \o/
Um, which is so say: Robots and aliens? Yes. Fraser's priorities being the same as the Frptznfti's? Not so much. Happy reader/reccer flailing happily? Very much so, yes.
Mrfpztztt accessed the database to interpret what he was getting via the sensor. He was thrilled to be part of the first Frptznfti expedition to this planet, even if many other species had been here before. Fortunately they had intelligence from the Baleptitrons to work with, and they had decided tracking the Baleptitrons' subjects would be a good starting point.
Up in his ship, Mrfpztztt maneuvered the remote sensor.
The room he was scanning had many beings in it, some bent onto small supports ("chairs"), next to large rectangular shapes ("desks"), some upright and moving about. Many were speaking loudly.
A being with a tufted topping reached out and touched one in a bright coating. "Hey, you up for lunch?" Ah! The database pinged. This was subject Stanley Raymond Kowalski. Mrfpztztt paid close attention.
Stanley Raymond Kowalski's companion said, "If I don't get back and finish that stack of HR three oblique stroke thirty-sevens, I'm afraid the Inspector will have my hide."
"Yeah, okay, buddy. I'll give you a ride, we'll pick you up something to go on the way."
The two exited the room while Mrfpztztt was still trying to translate "HR three oblique stroke thirty-sevens."
A short being that smelled strongly of food spoke to a tall one. "Jeez. You could replace that guy with a robot, and no one could tell the difference."
"If the robot knew Inuit stories."
"Yeah, you'd have to program it with Inuit stories. And an encyclopedia."
"And the RCMP Manual."
"True."
"Dief would know the difference."
"Nah, the robot could buy the wolf off with doughnuts, and he'd never tell."
"Hmm, you have a point."
Mrfpztztt accessed the meaning of "robot," then breeped quietly to himself in excitement. This could be exactly what they had been looking for.
I can see the stars from a million miles (or at the original DS Match post)
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