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Fanfic Rec | Robot!John 'Verse Series, by cypress_tree
Title: Robot!John ‘Verse (series: Damage/Repair | Criminal Damage | Irreversible Damage)
Author: cypress_tree
Pairing:Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Length: 3172 words (the whole series so far)
Rating: Teen and up Audiences/Mature (latest part)
Verse: BBC Sherlock
Author's summary: John’s shoulder is full of torn wires bleeding out their copper insides. Shredded metal twists around his gears.
Reccer's comments: A fic set in an alternative universe. Sherlock Holmes falls in love with John. John is a humanoid robot.
I love sci-fi, and this story is heartbreaking and disturbing in all the right ways. Sherlock’s palpable loneliness and his self-delusion, broken by intervals of lucidity and self-deprecation, are nothing but tragic. We catch glimpses of Sally and Anderson’s contempt, of Lestrade’s barely concealed pity. All warnings fall on deaf ears.
And John? We do not know. The author keeps it deliberately ambiguous, so that the reader can never be sure whether John is actually capable of reciprocating Sherlock’s feelings or it is all in Sherlock’s head.
I hope the author will continue this series, but it can be read as it is, and all fics can be read as stand-alones.
Excerpt: “Why did you do it?” Sherlock asks. “Why did you take that bullet?”
Something whirs in John’s chest.
“The first law of robotics states that a robot may not injure a human being, nor, by inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.”
Sherlock purses his lips. “Is that really the reason?”
“I am programmed to tell the truth.”
“You are also programmed to protect me.”
“Correct.”
“That’s really the reason, then? The only two reasons? Your programming and your law?”
“Yes.”
Sherlock swallows. Closes his eyes.
“Sleep, John,” he says. Then, louder— “Hibernate.”
John’s humming gets faster, then stops altogether. Sherlock opens his eyes. Presses his lips to John’s side. Pretends that John smells of sweat and pheromones.
“You are a machine,” Sherlock whispers. “You are a machine. You are a machine.”
(Damage/Repair)
Author: cypress_tree
Pairing:Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Length: 3172 words (the whole series so far)
Rating: Teen and up Audiences/Mature (latest part)
Verse: BBC Sherlock
Author's summary: John’s shoulder is full of torn wires bleeding out their copper insides. Shredded metal twists around his gears.
Reccer's comments: A fic set in an alternative universe. Sherlock Holmes falls in love with John. John is a humanoid robot.
I love sci-fi, and this story is heartbreaking and disturbing in all the right ways. Sherlock’s palpable loneliness and his self-delusion, broken by intervals of lucidity and self-deprecation, are nothing but tragic. We catch glimpses of Sally and Anderson’s contempt, of Lestrade’s barely concealed pity. All warnings fall on deaf ears.
And John? We do not know. The author keeps it deliberately ambiguous, so that the reader can never be sure whether John is actually capable of reciprocating Sherlock’s feelings or it is all in Sherlock’s head.
I hope the author will continue this series, but it can be read as it is, and all fics can be read as stand-alones.
Something whirs in John’s chest.
“The first law of robotics states that a robot may not injure a human being, nor, by inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.”
Sherlock purses his lips. “Is that really the reason?”
“I am programmed to tell the truth.”
“You are also programmed to protect me.”
“Correct.”
“That’s really the reason, then? The only two reasons? Your programming and your law?”
“Yes.”
Sherlock swallows. Closes his eyes.
“Sleep, John,” he says. Then, louder— “Hibernate.”
John’s humming gets faster, then stops altogether. Sherlock opens his eyes. Presses his lips to John’s side. Pretends that John smells of sweat and pheromones.
“You are a machine,” Sherlock whispers. “You are a machine. You are a machine.”
(Damage/Repair)
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