"Now? I'm not sure, I've never done this either." He said, smiling at me softly. "May I," he stopped, looking embarrassed. "May I touch you?"
"Certainly." I stood still as he let go of my hand, carefully reaching over and sliding his fingertips along my face.
He paused at the long, upraised line crossing my forehead, a puzzled expression on his face. "What's this?"
"Fina's connection," I took his hand and guided it to my neck, bringing his fingers to the matching line of cord that stretched across the front of it beneath my skin. "The wetwiring that keeps me alive." I moved his hand behind my ears. "The CR inserts." Taking the tip of one of his fingers, I helped it to trace along the back of my neck. "Spinal insert, this is what allows me to stand."
A frown marred his features, and then he took my hand, turning around slightly and guiding my fingers to his back. "Do you see?"
"Yes." I breathed, my eyes going wide. Fliogans really were different from normal humans. Alongside where the wings extended from his shoulder blades were lines of Steelshift that merged, and then entered into his spine, I could see the metal disappearing beneath his skin.
"Let machinery fake my place, who has time to chase. Digital is where it is. Love can always be replaced. Welcome to my consciousness. Welcome to our race. Everything is never quite enough." – Wasis Diop
When Duo takes a risk and asks his AI to find his perfect match, he sets off a chain reaction that could change life as he and everyone else knows it. This fic contains: 1x2/2x1 1+2/2+1, AU, yaoi, romance, wings, very bad science, sex, and a glossary located at the very bottom for any words I've gone and made up... or converted to my uses *grin*.
My notes: This is a careening sci-fi epic. It's easy to overlook it at first, since it does have some of the common tropes of clunky sci-fi sounding words, questionable science and some OOC behavior, but just as you think you've figured out what kind of fic it's going to be, it transforms, and then transforms again, until you're looking at something that is more of a treatise on the nature of reality and our place in the universe. It's delightful and uplifting, and worth overlooking the clunky inclusion of the glossary at the end of every chapter.