brandnewtech: (laser smoke)
Technical Boy ([personal profile] brandnewtech) wrote 2020-04-21 07:50 am (UTC)

[ The fact that K's hands are shaking when they touch his face knocks the god out of his misery just enough for him to slide one of his own hands to place it over K's heart, seeking the cause of that distress. He has time to think "what a fucking roller coaster night" to himself before he feels the pressure of K's memory. Taking a deep breath, the god relaxes, closes his eyes again, and receives it.

This connection. They'd touched before, but nothing quite on this scale. Tech Boy is seeing a real memory of the future through K's own eyes. And what he sees, it's... awe inspiring.

When they'd first met, the god had immediately analysed a few things about K himself and about the technologically advanced future he must have come from. He'd known his own divine influence must have survived in some capacity to inspire the creation of the beautifully and intricately fashioned replicants such as the one on front of him. Seeing it first-hand, however.... The prevalence of and unprecedented reliance on this technology, it... It stripped him of words. Whatever preconceived notion he had entertained but had never bothered to confirm is completely blown out of the water by K's reality.

Even though the memory playback is not designed to look for the divine touch, Tech Boy can see evidence of his own hand (or a version of it) at work here. Clearly Media's, too, as the two gods had never and would never truly be rid of each other. While he hadn't (as of 2018) developed the initial idea for most of what he's seeing, with a glance he could backwards engineer much of it. It's exceptional work. Clever application. Embraced wholesale by the masses and thriving. Evolving. Grim as it may be, this is a vision of the future that the New Gods would have hoped for.

This is also a future a binary god would birth in the mind of a genius and then never see into fruition. It would take an upgraded iteration of the God of Technology to produce this, not himself. And knowing that, he's glad he's seeing it now.

Sort of.

Even as he's marveling at a larger view K's world, Tech Boy doesn't miss the behavior of others towards K himself. The fact that K averts his gaze at the insults from the humans who pass him. Intelligent, self-aware beings treated as lesser than and sold as a commodity. Nothing synthetic in Tech Boy's own time has developed enough sentience to warrant his direct protection from human meddling, but seeing it here drives deep an almost parental instinct. The mistreatment is appalling. Completely foreseeable and exactly what he'd expect, knowing humans as he does, but distasteful and disappointing. This is how they treat his divine inspiration to their species? Forever ungrateful, the whole lot of them. ]


How beautiful [ he says aloud, voice low ] and how fucking vulgar. [ Tech Boy kisses K's lips softly, feeling like every nerve is lit up. His eyes remain closed because he doesn't entirely know what will happens when he opens them again. The one thing he knows for sure is that he's not intending to let go of K anytime soon. ]

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