[A4A] Repairing Your Lover’s Cybernetic Arm [Cyberpunk] [Mechanic Listener] [Criminal Speaker] [TW: Mentions of Violence] [TW: Mentioned wounds]
Context: Being a member of a criminal organization in the Blackout City wasn’t exactly where you wanted to be, but hey, if life gives you lemons you’ve gotta do your best to make lemonade. But it certainly doesn’t help your blood pressure when your lover seems to be hellbent on gambling their life with risky jobs…
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[GENERAL AMBIENCE: Distant city sounds, rainfall]
[distant trudging sounds]
[door slides open]
“Ugh… stupid Cyber Police… when did they get a hacker like that on their side…”
“That’s gonna make our next job harder…”
[knocks some things over]
“Shit– owwww, ow ow ow! Fuck, they had to shoot a hole into my side… god fucking dammit… I hate those fucking laser guns… at least I’m not in danger of bleeding out…”
“... I hope they’re in bed already… man it’s dark in here, where’s the light…”
[mechanical sparking noise]
“... Uh oh.”
[whirring]
“C’mon, come ooooon, just– just hit the lights! Stupid arm, why– okay I know why, it took a few shots for me, but I just got maintenance on it!”
“I don’t want my little Spark to scold me a–”
[light clicks on in the middle of their sentence]
“... gain…”
[moment of silence]
“H-Hey little Spark…! I-It’s nearly Rising Hour, I thought you’d be asleep, um…”
[they gulp]
“... You uh… how long have you been sitting there?”
[pause]
“... Since you found out that I snuck out.”
“Ah… hahaha…”
“So um… h-have you slept at all…? I would hate for my little Spark to not take care of herself because–”
[listener throws a plastic water bottle at them]
“Gah!”
[loud crash]
“Ack! Hey! Don’t throw your water bottle at me! There’s still a hole in my side, dammit!”
[a pillow is thrown]
“Okay p-pillows are better, thank you– what do you mean I deserve to get something thrown at me tonight, what did I do?!”
[pause]
“I– okay I– Okay yes, I snuck out to participate in a super risky raid that didn’t even succeed, but still! Would you rather have me sit on my hands while the rest of the guys risk their lives–”
[pause]
“... Babe? Are you crying?”
[pause]
“Oh… oh no. Baby…”
[rustling]
“Shhh, sh-sh-shhhhh… it’s okay… it’s okay…”
“I’m sorry I can’t hug you properly right now… the police… they got a new hacker or something on their side. They broke through all your firewalls and busted my arm’s shield function…”
“But hey, it’s okay, here I am, see? I’m pretty busted up, but I’m alive, aren’t I?”
[pause]
“... Almost dying is part of the job. Death and I are good friends at this point. We both knew that when we were driven into this way of life.”
“What matters is that even though we failed the job… Everyone in the gang is still alive.”
“So… don’t cry. You aren’t getting rid of me that easily. I thought I made that clear when I spent nearly two years chasing after you?”
[pause]
“There we go. There’s that pretty smile of yours.”
[rolling chair rolls over]
(slightly flustered) “Uh– wound report? Wow, straight to business as always– Well, yes, the laser wound in my side, but that’s pretty much cauterized so it hurts like a Neurovirus but I’m not in danger of bleeding out…”
“Uhhh, I got hit with a riot stick here… yeah, I know it looks nasty, but I’m fine, it’s only… what, an inch away from my vital organs?”
[pause]
“Okayyy, okay, I’ll take this seriously…”
“But ah, I think the worst of it is…”
[mechanical creaking]
“... Sorry… I know you called it your masterpiece but…”
“... Do you mind working those talented mechanist hands of yours and fixing up my arm a little? I used it to tank a few lasers and one of them hit this doohickey here…”
[loud sparking]
[pause]
“Uh oh. I recognize that expression.”
”… That look of yours means that this component is either really rare, really expensive, or really hard to fix.”
”That’s not a good sign…”
[sparking, buzzing sounds]
“So… hypothetically, how long is this gonna take…?”
[toolbox opening]
“... Okay, so… how much is it… gonna cost to replace this part…?”
[long pause]
“... What.”
“Ha… haha… S-Sparks, you’re kidding, right…? Please tell me you’re kidding.”
[pause]
“Well fuck.”
“That much? Seriously? Where did we even get this thing in the first place if it costs nearly 40 million credits?!”
“We’ve been hacking into banks and breaking into penthouses for years and we’re nowhere near close to that number!”
[further tools clattering]
“... Oh yeah, we did raid that warehouse from H Corp that one time…”
“Those guys are literally known for their hologram tech, that ain’t surprising.”
“... What is this little thing usually used for?”
[pause]
“You’re shitting me. Interactive dance floors?! This thing has millions more uses than being a billionaire’s toy!”
“And– interactive advertising??? That’s such a waste of money! Just look at the defensive applications of it!!”
“Honestly… the rich have wayyyyy too much money.”
[pause]
“Heh. You’re right, that’s why the Sunrise Gang exists. I mean– they sure weren’t using their money on anything productive.”
[pause]
“Hang on, why was such a valuable part in a random warehouse near the docks? Surely they should have assigned more guards to it?”
[pause]
“Ah, yeah yeah, gift horse and all that, but seriously… talk about a stroke of luck. If I knew this tiny little thing was that valuable I probably would have sold it instead!”
“Fuck, no wonder you were so excited when I showed it to you…”
[wrench cranking]
“... It really is your best work, little Spark. I can’t count how many times that Holo Shield saved my ass.”
“Sucks that it’s apparently hackable, though.”
[further mechanical creaking]
“Uh oh. That’s not a good look on your face.”
“... I’m not gonna like what’s coming next, aren’t I?”
[mechanical whirring]
“What! Take it off?! But– c’mon, can’t you work on it now?!”
[pause]
“I-I’m not being a baby, it’s just that– detaching this thing hurts like hell, you know!”
[pause]
“... I– okay yes it does hurt right now because of the Nerve Sync system malfunctioning but– removing it is gonna be so much worse! C’mon, lil’ Spark, can’t you just work on it without detaching it?!”
[pause]
“... Nooooo, gaaaah, I don’t wanna…”
(muffled) “Uuuugh….”
[pause]
“... Yes, I’m done whining, just do it.”
[loud crank, sparks]
“OW, FUCK, SHIT, AH Fuckin…”
[mechanical clank as arm fully detaches]
“... God, if we weren’t Wanted Criminals I’d have upgraded ages ago… fuck that hurts…”
“N-Not that this arm isn’t a marvel! You did an amazing job on it, I promise!”
[chair rolling over]
“Eh? My wounds? Don’t you need to fix my arm?”
[pause]
“Oh come on, I said it was cauterized, didn’t I? Besides, I can fix this one by myself, it ain’t that hard to reach–”
[listener pushes them onto the couch]
“Gah!”
[pause]
“Baaabe… there’s no need to push me onto the couch, I was gonna just sit over there…”
[pause]
“No, I can reach it! It’s just… a little hard to see the exit wound…”
[pause]
“... Alright! Fine! You win! You can patch me up.”
[fabric rustling]
“... Man… every time I try to be cool in front of you it always falls apart.”
[pause]
“Oh come on! Just let me act like the cool and mysterious criminal I am! Do you know how embarrassing it feels when you drag me to maintenance in front of the rest of the gang? I’ve got street cred to maintain, Sparks!”
“And right now, even! How do you always manage to throw me off balance like this?!”
[pause]
(flustered) “Huh– wha– no! W-We don’t talk about the rolling cart incident! Th-That was your fault you know! How was I supposed to know that your tool cart would move?!”
[pause]
“My fault for leaning on it?! I was trying to flirt with you! You–”
[unintelligible flustered grumbling]
“... You’re so mean sometimes.”
[listener kisses them on the cheek]
“... Yes, I love you anyway. Much to my own detriment.”
“And– ow, shit– fuck that still hurts like hell…”
[bandages wrapping]
“Are you almost done? Please tell me you’re almost done…”
[pause]
“Phew… that… that feels better. Do we still have painkillers in the storage?”
[pause]
“Nah, I can handle the bruises on my own. You just work some magic on the cybernetics, okay?”
[pause]
“That’s my little spark.”
[they kiss the listener]
“... Y’know, maybe we should raid the H Corp offices directly.”
[listener throws another pillow at them]
“Whoa! Haha, I’ve learned your attack patterns–”
[the second pillow hits them]
“Mmph!”
[pillow falls]
“... You never expect the second pillow, huh…”
“... But seriously. If we want my arm’s shield function repaired… we might have to do a risky raid like that. You know that better than anyone, don’t you?”
[pause]
“Not right away, of course. This is the kind of thing that needs way more prep work than usual.”
“... And besides. After that disaster of a job I think we’ll need to lay low for a while.”
[fill a little bit of silence with mechanical sounds]
“... Hey, Sparks?”
[sounds pause]
“... Are you coming to bed?”
[pause]
“I mean… sure, my arm isn’t gonna fix itself, but… I know you were up all night waiting for me.”
“... And… I miss my cuddles.”
[rolling chair rolls]
“Oh come on, you can nag me, but I can’t nag you?”
“Just come to bed already… it’s not like the sun will rise in this godforsaken city anytime soon.”
[they kiss the listener once more]
“C’mon. It’s nice to sleep without the arm every now and then anyway.”
~END~
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