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You Better Find Someone to Blame;
WHO: [Bad username or site: his_mothers_son title=John_Connor @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: iron_liver title=Tony_Stark @ livejournal.com]
WHERE: Stark Tech building, under a desk
WHEN: September 19th, 2009
WARNINGS: None (we can all hope)
SUMMARY: John has some really shitty ideas sometimes. Like breaking into Stark Tech.
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This is likely a terrible idea, but then without his mother around, John Connor isn't always a bastion of brilliant ideas. This ranks only slightly below following a shipment of coltan carried by a terminator whose override is to kill John Connor, but only slightly. He's currently curled up under a desk, his communicator downloading schematics for the suit, that suit that John is convinced might help him, if it doesn't kill him first.
He processes the binary, and maybe that's what distracts him. It's new for him to see binary and understand it, not read it like letters or a book but to see it and understand it, immediately, the words and ideas and codes in his head. It's only a mild perk of being here, in the place, though.
WHERE: Stark Tech building, under a desk
WHEN: September 19th, 2009
WARNINGS: None (we can all hope)
SUMMARY: John has some really shitty ideas sometimes. Like breaking into Stark Tech.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
This is likely a terrible idea, but then without his mother around, John Connor isn't always a bastion of brilliant ideas. This ranks only slightly below following a shipment of coltan carried by a terminator whose override is to kill John Connor, but only slightly. He's currently curled up under a desk, his communicator downloading schematics for the suit, that suit that John is convinced might help him, if it doesn't kill him first.
He processes the binary, and maybe that's what distracts him. It's new for him to see binary and understand it, not read it like letters or a book but to see it and understand it, immediately, the words and ideas and codes in his head. It's only a mild perk of being here, in the place, though.
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The temptation was there.
This wasn't a computer turned into a person. This was someone who actually knew what he was doing.
"No one would have to know?"
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This was what he did, surprisingly. John was young, and scared. He was trying to figure things out that were probably beyond what he was used to, and to be thrust into this world where computers and robots were turned human, and everyone given superhuman abilities? Well, it was enough to make a head spin. Tony realized this. If he hadn't spent years in this sort of situation, he would be in the exact place John was right about now.
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"Okay," he said, finally, and crossed his arms over his chest. "You tell me when and where, and I'll be there."
If there was anything John could do, it was this. Learning something new could only help.
He just hoped his mother never showed up here. He didn't want to imagine Sarah Connor versus Tony Stark.
I'm so sorry I didn't tag back yesterday! It was a busy day!
"It will be a bit of shadowing, as well as work with the Initiative, where you'll be learning to use your abilities with other people at your age," he explained.
Then, he paused, a smirk curling up his lips. "Don't look so upset, it's not like you just made a deal with the devil," he prompted. "Actually, he wasn't too bad," he added, tapping the side of his chin. "Didn't kill me, at the very least."
Hahaha s'okay!
It wasn't Tony that he was afraid would kill him. If Tony hadn't killed him about this, then John had nothing to worry about. "Show me out?" he asked, his voice still quiet.
Now his only worry was telling GLaDOS.
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"Well, I think you know what will happen."
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He watched Tony's body language, and walked through the door. "You don't have to worry," he said, but privately, he thought, that if he ever tried it again (which he wouldn't promise not to do, but it was unlikely), he wouldn't get caught.