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enemyofperfect[Although this is a POI crossover, it has nothing to do with 3x09 "The Crossing".]
"There's nothing here," Reese says, looking around the deserted intersection. "You sure the Machine didn't give you a time along with the address?"
"Unfortunately, I am." Finch's voice is wry over the earpiece. "If there's really no one there, you might have to settle in for a long wait, although-- Given the infrequency with which city maintenance attends to the street lamps in that particular neighborhood, I imagine the lighting may be rather poor."
"Leaving lots of shadowy corners, yeah, Finch. But none of them are -- just a minute," Reese says, and swiftly turns.
The man whose footfalls Reese heard approaching stops half a dozen yards away, just inside the circle of the one working lamppost on the block. "Excuse me," he says, politeness stretched thin over visible anxiety. "Could you direct me to the nearest charging station?" Then before Reese can say anything, he sways and falls to the ground.
Reese is knelt beside him in an instant, but it's already too late: there's no pulse beneath his fingers. "Damn it, Finch--"
"Entering hibernation mode," the man says calmly, without opening his eyes. "Please recharge to avoid catastrophic data loss."
"Mr. Reese, what is happening?"
"What did you say?" Reese demands, ignoring Finch.
"Entering hibernation mode," the man repeats. His inflection is exactly the same as before. "Please recharge--"
"Mr. Reese?"
"--to avoid catastrophic data loss."
Still the man has no pulse. After a moment, he adds, "Estimated time until total battery depletion, seven hundred and forty-six minutes." His chest doesn't rise again after he finishes speaking.
"Mr. Reese, are you--"
"I'm here, Finch," Reese says. "And I'm damned if I know."
"There's nothing here," Reese says, looking around the deserted intersection. "You sure the Machine didn't give you a time along with the address?"
"Unfortunately, I am." Finch's voice is wry over the earpiece. "If there's really no one there, you might have to settle in for a long wait, although-- Given the infrequency with which city maintenance attends to the street lamps in that particular neighborhood, I imagine the lighting may be rather poor."
"Leaving lots of shadowy corners, yeah, Finch. But none of them are -- just a minute," Reese says, and swiftly turns.
The man whose footfalls Reese heard approaching stops half a dozen yards away, just inside the circle of the one working lamppost on the block. "Excuse me," he says, politeness stretched thin over visible anxiety. "Could you direct me to the nearest charging station?" Then before Reese can say anything, he sways and falls to the ground.
Reese is knelt beside him in an instant, but it's already too late: there's no pulse beneath his fingers. "Damn it, Finch--"
"Entering hibernation mode," the man says calmly, without opening his eyes. "Please recharge to avoid catastrophic data loss."
"Mr. Reese, what is happening?"
"What did you say?" Reese demands, ignoring Finch.
"Entering hibernation mode," the man repeats. His inflection is exactly the same as before. "Please recharge--"
"Mr. Reese?"
"--to avoid catastrophic data loss."
Still the man has no pulse. After a moment, he adds, "Estimated time until total battery depletion, seven hundred and forty-six minutes." His chest doesn't rise again after he finishes speaking.
"Mr. Reese, are you--"
"I'm here, Finch," Reese says. "And I'm damned if I know."
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Date: 2013-11-23 02:17 am (UTC)I JUST WATCHED ALMOST HUMAN WITH MY DAD YESTERDAAAAAY.
It was so damn good, but all I wanted to know was the statistics. If crime rises 400% there's got to be some sort of reason. I want to know what the economy is like, I want to know how far (if at all) human rights has gotten. (maybe a little farther than it is now because they have a new group of 'things' to discriminate against.) I want to know the quality of life for your average person and not a police officer. I doubt that synthetic limbs are average for your everyday citizen.
At the same time, it's slightly hard to watch, as someone who has the potential to be seen as not human. Seen as not human or an 'it' by really horrible people, but still. This was actually the first time I thought about 'it' as a pronoun and it's potential for negativity. (not that I would ever use 'it' for anyone except when absolutely requested, but that I wondered what it would be like as a pronoun for me. I've learned that I would not like it at all.)
So basically I like this show so that I can pick it apart anthropologically but I'm a little wary of the treatment and rights of humans and sentient beings.
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Date: 2013-11-23 04:15 am (UTC)As the fact that I've been thinking about this might indicate, the show has kind of grabbed my brain, but -- I'm not sure I trust it? I love Dorian so much already, but for me that kind of means... hating 95% of everything else, because as you say, Dorian lives in a world that does not recognize him as a person. So I guess for me the question is, will the show expect me to be content with Dorian getting crumbs in the form of his partner tolerating him and even growing fond of him, or is it actually going to acknowledge how profoundly messed up the entire situation is?
Meanwhile I'm kind of side-eyeing the way it handles gender, but I guess that's true of a lot of shows, sigh.
Have you seen both episodes? Oh, and have you seen their in-character website? The thing that's getting me here is that they actually seem to know science fiction -- I mean, there's handwaving, absolutely, but I feel like in general it's a step above the technobabble I've come to expect from futuristic stuff that isn't marketed specifically to genre audiences. It's so unfair, it's like they know my weaknesses. *flails*