Technophilia [Saiyuki/Blade Runner, Hakkai/Gojyo, NC-17]

[freeradical9.livejournal.com]

Title: Technophilia
Author: freeradical9
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 4,900
Warnings: Cursing, post-apocalyptic AU, androids, explicit M/M

Summary: As technology advances, it becomes more and more difficult to tell the difference between what's real and what isn't.

A/N: This has been a fascinating challenge idea to research and write. For the prompt: Crossover: Saiyuki/Blade Runner-Hakkai/ Gojyo - technophilia themes. The replicant Gojyo is virtually flawless, the most advanced of his bretheren...or is he? As a word of warning, this fic has elements from the movie, but more closely follows the original book by Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Beta-credits belong to avierra, who went above and beyond the call of duty by critiquing multiple drafts. Enjoy. ^_^

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In the sumptuous and enormous penthouse suite of the Saint Francis Hotel in downtown San Francisco, bounty hunter Richard Harrison sat reading typed carbon sheets. The sheets were police issue--the specs and complete history of his current android target. Two of the Replicant escapees from Mars had been taken out by another bounty hunter days ago, before Harrison had picked up this job. Harrison himself had managed to "retire" three more. Of the original six renegades, only one android remained.

Harrison set the carbon sheets down and rubbed at his eyes. He was tired.

"You could quit, you know," came a quiet voice from the doorway of the full sized kitchen off to his right. "You’ve gotten farther than anyone else on this case."

Harrison looked up. The red haired android who had first been introduced to him as Eldon Rosen's nephew, was leaning against the doorframe, regarding him levelly. A curl of smoke feathered up from a lit cigarette in one hand, dispersing into the dim air of the room.

Geo Rosen was a Nova 5. It had been other Replicants with the Nova-type mind that had nearly gotten Harrison killed earlier today. Three times over. The Nova models were that good. They were made by the Rosen Association, the industry leader in the production of androids for off-world export. Some brilliant and deranged company engineer had taken the Nova mind and fused it with the technology of the Penfield mood generator. The result was an artificial being that manufactured its own emotions, blurring the line between real and synthetic life.

The Voigt-Kampff test--the set of empathy-based questions that Harrison had always relied upon to identify a subject as Replicants, didn't work on the Nova 5. Their reactions to emotional stimuli registered as genuinely human.

They weren't, Harrison had to remind himself, as his gaze settled and lingered on Geo's long, attractive lines. Human. Without conscious thought, his eyes traced over the smooth curve of the jaw line, the contour of trim muscle beneath the thin shirt, the angular jut of a hip. The bounty hunter was losing perspective, ever since he'd met Geo. He knew he'd have to stop after this. Collect his big bonus, if he survived the showdown with the remaining Replicant. Switch careers. Maybe even leave Earth for good.

It was ironic, he supposed, after three years of outstanding work as a bounty hunter, to be faced with leaving the trade. He must've retired well over a thousand andys by now. Few who’d been in the business their whole lives could claim as much. Then again, Harrison had been…highly motivated.

If the andys had been human, he'd have been branded a criminal, a mass murderer. ...But they weren't, and he hadn't. It wasn't illegal to kill an android.

Harrison glanced down at the carbon sheets for his job again. Only one more left.

He heard Geo push off the doorframe and pace across the floor. The paneling was genuine wood, made from trees grown before the war and very expensive. The android came to a halt, hovering just over his shoulder to look at the image clipped to the top of the file. "That the target?"

"Mmm."

"Oh."

Something in the tone of the word made Harrison glance up sharply. Geo was already turning away. "I need a drink."

The long fitted coat he was wearing over a matching tank and shorts flattered his movements as he paced across the room to the bar. Harrison watched, drawn in, almost hypnotized by the way that he moved. He forced himself to look away, knowing that he couldn't afford to be distracted. But he found his gaze drawn irresistibly back as Geo set aside his cigarette and got out two tumblers, ice, and some Scotch. The Nova 5's hands were steady as he unstoppered the crystal decanter and poured, but he looked pale.

"Is there a problem?" Harrison prompted, once the rattling of glassware had stopped. "You seem upset."

"The specs," the Nova 5 said after a moment of long silence. "Do they look odd to you?"

Harrison frowned and glanced down at the sheets again. "What do you mean?"

Geo picked up one of the tumblers, turned towards him, and leaned back against the bar. "That description. It's a Nova 9."

Harrison blinked. He was rarely startled, but this pronouncement came as a complete surprise. "I wasn't aware that the Rosen Association had manufactured any models of that number."

Geo gave a mirthless laugh and took a long drink. "Of course not. They're not supposed to exist."

Harrison turned his attention back to the specs, troubled. He'd barely skimmed over the first few lines, looking for the clues he'd missed that should have told him that the Replicant he was tracking was so advanced, when a glass slammed down onto the desk beside him, slopping amber liquid onto the polished wood surface, nearly splashing the spec sheets. The back of Harrison’s chair vibrated, as Geo’s hand came down hard on the metal frame. Their eyes met.

“Forget the Nova 9. You said you wanted to find a new job? Do it. Leave this to someone else.”

The vehemence in his tone was surprising. Harrison found himself responding with irritation. "You've been upset about this case ever since I first started working on it. Is that why you came here tonight? To talk me out of it?"

"I didn't know you were going after that model." This close, Harrison could smell the alcohol he'd just consumed mingled with the sharp odor of tobacco, and beneath it the heady scents of aftershave and cologne. "You can't handle the 9. No one can."

With effort, the bounty hunter reined in his temper. "It's strange that you would say something like that. Apparently someone can. This particular Replicant was last seen in the company of a human being."

From the expression on Geo's face, he hadn't known. If Harrison was hoping for some clue to the mystery of why a Replicant and a human would be traveling together, he didn’t get it. “Renegades don’t associate with humans.”

“This one does.” Harrison had a carbon sheets for the human as well. Roy Santrys. The bio stated that Santrys had been some kind of religious leader out in the colonies. Not a Mercerite--but rather something with an older, more arcane belief system. The police thought Santrys had engineered the andy's escape from Mars. Harrison wasn’t so sure. The pieces didn’t fit. Logic and gut instinct said there was more to the story than what he'd been told.

"I can't back down from this,” the bounty hunter said by way of explanation, turning his attention once more to the paperwork. “I have to finish this job. I just made a down payment on a dragon."

"A dragon?" Geo repeated, a clear note of incredulity in his voice. "There's no such thing. Not even before the war."

"A bearded dragon," Harrison clarified. "It's a type of lizard, from Australia. The fallout was supposedly lighter there, more species survived. The albino form is especially rare."

"Hn." Geo didn’t look very impressed. “An electronic animal would cost less."

It’s not the same, Harrison started to say, but stopped. He was beginning to doubt that it was true, actually--faced with a Nova 5. Replicants were organic and not electric, but like the robot animals that were so common nowadays, they had been created as mirrors of life. Artificial simulations...and yet they moved like humans, thought like humans, looked like humans. Some said that their emotions were genuinely human. …That provided with the artificially generated template, the Replicants learned to feel. Harrison had always been skeptical. Now he wasn’t so sure.

His intention to keep focused on the specs and avoid distraction was failing. Geo's hand was still on the back of the chair. In this light, his brown eyes were a rich, warm color--almost reddish. One could get lost in those eyes. Harrison found himself staring, and realized too late that he already was lost. His reservations about this job, the human involved and the dangers of facing a new, unknown type of Replicant, they were all losing their urgency and sliding into the background. He found himself shifting his weight, bringing a knee up underneath himself so that he was half-kneeling on the padded seat of the chair. Trapping Geo's hand with his own so he couldn't straighten or move back, Harrison leaned in just far enough so that their mouths lightly touched.

Geo's lips were cool, but not unpleasantly so. He felt real, smelled real, tasted real. He didn't react to a guiding touch on his jaw, but allowed his head to be tilted, his mouth to be opened. A shared breath, the quick, testing slide of a tongue...Harrison felt a brief flutter of anticipation in the pit of his stomach, and heat blossomed in his groin. He nipped lightly at soft, yielding lips. Geo didn't pull away, but neither did he give any outward signs of a return response.

Harrison wanted a reaction, something in him needed a reaction. The bounty hunter stood up, pressing forward without losing contact. The insistency caused Geo to take a step back, and then another, until he came up against the wall. The kiss deepened, became fiercer, and Geo let out a small noise that could have been either encouragement or protest. A knee slid strategically between his thighs, and when he pushed upwards Harrison was gratified to feel a very human reaction--a quickening hardness against his hip.

By the time Harrison released his mouth again, both of them were flushed and breathing hard. Harrison didn't move, using the length of his body to keep the Nova 5 pinned. The android made no move to struggle. Harrison nuzzled along his cheek, to one ear, and then downward to brush his lips along the sharply defined cords of his throat. Geo shuddered.

"Take off your coat," Harrison murmured, hooking the strap of the black top and pulling it aside to trace the line of a collarbone.

"Why?"

The reply was slightly muffled. "So we can go to bed."

"Unh. So that's why you called me."

"Maybe. Isn't that why you answered?"

"Hn. Maybe." Geo shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and Harrison reluctantly backed away. "This means you're not gonna take on the Nova 9?"

"I didn't say that."

Geo frowned. After a moment, he shrugged out of his long coat. It came off in one graceful motion, and he threw it over the back of the chair. Toned muscles rippled as he absently tossed his red hair back over one shoulder and sauntered off to the bedroom without a backwards glance.

Harrison started to follow, and then halted, arrested by the sight of a coat sleeve lying partway over the abandoned carbon sheets.

When he came to the bedroom a few moments later, Geo was waiting. He'd arranged himself artfully in the middle of the dark silk sheets, now stripped down to just the shorts. The low lighting picked out highlights in his long hair, and his tanned skin glowed almost gold. Harrison stopped at the edge of the bed, fighting off the sudden rush of desire. It took all the willpower he had to hold to his purpose and not lose focus entirely, faced with temptation barely an arm's length away.

"What happened to the intervening numbers?"

"Huh?"

"The numbers between five and nine."

Geo seemed confused momentarily. "Oh. You mean other Nova types?"

"It would make sense, wouldn't it? That there would be additional models."

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.

"Maybe the 9 is so advanced they had to skip ahead."

"Perhaps," Harrison said doubtfully. "Or maybe there are a whole series of androids that can pass the Voigt-Kampff test, running around on Earth, all masquerading as human."

Geo gave him a very odd look. "Why are we talking about this all of a sudden?"

"Santrys could be one of these missing Nova models. I may have to retire two targets, instead of just one."

"Ah," Geo said. He shifted around and patted the sheets. "Sit."

There wasn't any reason not to, so Harrison did. "If you know something, I'd appreciate the help," he said, as Geo's broad hands traced up his arms and settled over his shoulders, fingers finding and kneading into the faint knots of tension there. "I'd really prefer not to get killed."

"Then don't go."

"I already told you that's not an option." Geo had talented hands. Under the Nova 5's ministrations, tension that Harrison hadn't realized he'd been carrying around with him began to bleed away and found himself starting to relax.

"Do you remember," Geo said eventually," When you visited the Rosen Association's cooperate headquarters a few weeks back?"

"To run a test the Voigt-Kampff test. How could I forget?"

"Eldon Rosen told you you'd be testing a human." Geo murmured.

"Mmm. I remember. He had me test you instead."

"He stacked the deck, you know."

"I know. He told me himself, later on. You didn't realize that you weren't human, back then." Harrison paused. "I suppose I should apologize for that."

Geo's hands stilled. "It's funny, in a way. Mostly they weren't happy thoughts. I should be glad that the memories they gave me were fake."

Harrison linked his fingers with Geo's where they rested on his shoulder, and he half-turned. "I'm sorry."

Geo's lips were twisted in a faint, pained smile. He lowered his head, long hair falling forward to obscuring his face, hiding the twin scars on his left cheek. Scars that had been part of his design from the beginning. "Forget about it." He sank back on his heels, and sighed. "Fuck."

Harrison turned around completely now, drawing his legs up onto the bed and staring at Geo in concern. "What is it?"

"It's becoming standard, on the new models," Geo said. "...To implant memories, I mean. It keeps a Replicant tame, less likely to question, if they don't even know what they are. It would be hard to tell, and harder to test for it, if it's a Nova model, with the Penfield generator and all. You'd have to do a bone marrow test to tell the difference."

"Or use the Boneli Test," Harrison supplied. "Humans have faster nervous system reflexes. The Boneli Test would still be able to differentiate android from human."

"Maybe. The Rosen Association was working on a way around that, too, with the newest models." Geo gestured, avoiding meeting his eyes. "Anyway, a Replicant would have to suspect something in order to get tested. The engineered memories are practically foolproof."

"So what you're saying is that Santrys could be a Replicant and not realize it."

"Anyone could be. Hell, you could be one yourself and never even know."

Something in his tone caused Harrison to pause. “That's not possible.”

"No?"

"No." The very concept was patently ridiculous--for a multitude of reasons. Harrison picked one. "Replicants have no legal rights. Prior to my current career, I was married."

"How do you know she was real?"

The quiet words fell like drops of rain between them, vanishing into silence, generating ripples that grew in magnitude and ripped outward with soul-shattering force.

For one horrible, sickening moment, Harrison couldn't see the room around him anymore. Thrown back into memories of three years earlier, he found himself standing in the wrecked kitchen of his home. Warped cookware and broken china had been strewn all over the floor, but he barely registered the devastation around him. His horrified gaze was fixated on the unmoving object at the very center of the gruesome tableau--on his wife, lying torn open and lifeless on the bloodstained tiles. Murdered, and with her, their unborn child.

He blinked, and suddenly he was back in the present again. His knee was planted in the middle of Geo Rosen's chest, pinning him against the mattress, and his hand had somehow knotted itself around the Replicant's throat. His other hand had curled into a fist, clenched tight and cocked back to strike.

Geo's face was calm, his expression unflinching, red hair fanned out across the dark sheets. He was completely still. It made Harrison realize that he was trembling. With effort, he relaxed his fingers. The skin where they'd been was reddened, the imprints were going to bruise.

Harrison backed off, shoulders slumping as he sank numbly onto his heels on the mattress.

"I'm just sayin'," Geo added quietly, "If the memories were fake, you wouldn't know, would you? The more powerful the memory, the less reason there would be to doubt it."

When the words got no response, Geo levered himself up on one elbow, his expression somber. "All the late model Nova Replicants are like that. I don't know about this guy, Santrys. But your primary target, the Nova 9? Unless someone's told him, you can bet that he doesn't know."

"That...may complicate things." Harrison stared down at his hands where they lay in his lap, still feeling more than a little bit stunned. He'd have to get tested, he realized. To find out if Geo's words were true, to settle the kernel of doubt that had begun to take root inside himself. He had all the papers back at his apartment, birth certificates, marriage license, a half a dozen different forms of ID. Those documents weren't enough proof. They could be manufactured even more easily than memories.

Replicants were property, not citizens; objects rather than people. Replicants who rebelled against their makers and tried to live as human beings were branded as renegades. Perhaps Harrison didn't really want to find out, after all.

The mattress moved as Geo sat up.

"Let me go with you."

"Where?"

"To wherever the hell you're going to find the Nova 9. You already know where he is."

"Yes." The shift back to the topic of the job came as a welcome relief. "The two of them are holed up in an abandoned apartment building on the outskirts of the city. The complex shouldn't be too hard to find."

"Then if you're still set on going, I'll go, too."

Harrison simply looked at him. "You're absolutely sure about this."

"Sure about it? Fuck, no. This is a 9. I know when I'm outclassed." He gave Harrison a look that plainly said that the bounty hunter should know it, too. "If you want to do this and not get killed, you're going to need the help."

For some reason, the words gave Harrison a profound sense of relief. He found Geo's forearm where it was lying on the mattress, and curled his hand tightly around it in gratitude.

"It'll be hours yet, before its light," Geo ventured at last. His chin tilted inquiringly as he met Harrison's eyes. "If you..." He didn't get to finish the thought. Harrison was already moving by that time, fingers closing firmly over the nape of Geo's neck, drawing him forward to silence him as their mouths met and locked.

Geo's response was quicker, this time. As he was pushed inexorably down onto the sheets, he turned his head, meeting forceful kisses with shy, darting licks of his tongue. One of Harrison's hands cupped his jaw, while the other wandered freely, and Geo arched into the long caress that traveled over his chest, down his abdomen, to the front of his shorts. When the waistband was lifted, he leaned upwards into the touch that followed, bringing his stiffening erection to brush against Harrison's own. A jolt of desire spiked through the bounty hunter, even as he heard Geo give a low, needy moan.

He was learning.

Harrison shifted, laying a trail of soft kisses across the smooth jaw line and down the side of the vulnerable throat. He paused to lave gently at the bruising marks that he had left on Geo's skin in mute apology, before working his way lower, flicking his tongue over the tight peaks of flushed nipples. His hand curled loosely around the swollen shaft beneath the shorts now, stroking lightly and causing Geo to rock up against him and produce another very satisfactory groan.

It was a well-known fact that the household version of the Penfield mood generator had a setting for ecstatic sexual bliss. Harrison wondered briefly if the Penfield built into the Nova 5 had that function as well. It must. How quickly could he find that particular setting? Listening to the ragged edge to Geo's breathing, he suspected it wouldn't take very long.

He felt fingers curl under the hem of his shirt, and he let Geo tug it upwards, pulling it off over his head. As the synthetic fiber material slithered to the floor, Geo's hands traced parallel lines up over his stomach, across his ribs, and along the length of his spine.

Harrison reluctantly disentangled himself from that sensuous touch long enough to fumble open the drawer of the bedside table. As he had remembered from an earlier search of the suite, the fancy hotel room was well equipped. The stocked basket of toiletries in the drawer included a small bottle of massage oil. Harrison opened it and applied some to his fingers, inhaling the soothing aroma of sandalwood.

Geo's eyes were wide and dilated in the dim light. "We androids can't control our physical passions," he said, his voice gone noticeably hoarse. His gaze followed the deft weave of Harrison's fingers as he made sure the skin of his right hand was fully coated with the substance. "You probably already know that. One might even say that you're taking advantage of me."

It was true. Technophilia was immoral even if it wasn't illegal. The thought was enough to cause Harrison a flash of guilt. ...But it wasn't enough to make him stop.

Was it even technophilia if there was the possibility that two Replicants were involved? Harrison didn't know and found that he didn't really care.

The constriction of his pants was growing uncomfortable, and he used his left hand to undo the fly. "Lean forward against the headboard," he murmured.

Geo drew in a deep breath, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. "Okay."

He wriggled out of his last bit of clothing and then followed the command obediently, resting his elbows on the mahogany rail, long-fingered hands grasping the carved wood. The height of it bent him over a bit, and Harrison felt his pulse speed up, unable to resist reaching out to smooth his hand over the curve of that waiting ass. He squeezed lightly, leaning in to brush his lips over the crest of one shoulder. As Geo fit himself back into that touch, he allowed one oiled fingertip to slip between them, dipping forward and in.

It was tight, as he had known it would be. He went slowly, applying a constant, gentle pressure, using distracting touches of his other hand and of his mouth to relax the tension in the muscles of the body beneath his own. When he added a second finger, Geo made a small noise, his breathing stuttering a little. He didn't protest, however, and Harrison began to work at him in earnest, rubbing with his fingertips to provide stimulation and stretching him wider as he went.

Harrison's opened pants were too tight by now, and he had to pause to free his own arousal. It wasn't difficult to imagine that erect shaft positioned where his fingers currently were, sinking deep into that moist, willing heat. It was a vivid, intensely erotic image, and he shuddered and nearly came just at the thought.

"Are you ready?" he fought to keep the tone steady as he spoke against Geo's shoulder, with his fingers as far in as they would go.

"Mmmh. Yeah. Do me."

"Oh, yes." Harrison barely recognized his own voice, and unable to wait any longer. His fingers slid free with a soft, moist noise, and he braced the head of his cock at Geo's entrance. The mere touch of heated skin against the tip caused waves of pleasure to tingle throughout his loins and down his thighs. The sensation as he pressed in and buried himself was better still, verging on overwhelming.

Geo was panting, now, hands clutched white-knuckled around the rail. He whimpered softly as Harrison moved inside of him, exploring with short, seeking thrusts. It took a bit, but Harrison could tell that he'd contacted the sensitive nerve plexus buried deep inside Geo's body when the Nova 5 suddenly drew in a long, slow breath, arching into the intimate touch. His head tipped back, eyelashes fluttering closed with pleasure. Harrison shifted, his free hand sliding up and over Geo's wrists where they crossed, holding them down against the rail. His other hand splayed over the smooth contour of abdominal muscles and held tight as hips flexed back and then in.

The glint of movement out of the corner of Harrison's eye made him look up. There was a vanity mirror above the dresser, giving him a full view of the line of his own long full shaft, wet with oil and bodily fluids, pulling out from the smooth curve of Geo's ass. The sight of it, combined with the sensation from the constricting heat from the contact as he slid in again, made him moan. So he did it again. Faster this time, eyes fixed on the mirror. Somewhere in the cloud of mingled pleasure and desire consuming him, he had the fleeting thought that Geo had better come soon—he doubted he could last too much longer.

He shifted, changing the angle to better stroke against Geo's sensitive spot. The Replicant was breathing in short, quick gasps now as Harrison picked up the pace. He kept a hand on Geo's wrists, but the other hand moved lower, brushing against wiry hair to encompass the swollen length of Geo's cock. Harrison could see it in the mirror, taut and flushed, moisture beading on the tip. His fingers were still slick with the oil, and he brushed them firmly over the head and into the slit before gliding down that velvet shaft, moving with deliberate and insistent rhythm.

Geo gasped and jerked against him. "Ahhhh...I...nnnn...too much...."

"Shh, shhhhh," Harrison whispered into his ear. He continued to work over that hardened length, steadily applying more pressure even as his own thrusts became faster and more desperate. Geo writhed in ecstasy as Harrison moved around him an in him, and he arched against the headboard of the bed, making a low sound deep in his chest. Every muscle quivered and tensed up as the crest of orgasm took him. His cock pulsed within the tight constraints of the enclosing fist, and wet warmth spilled free to splatter across the dark sheets.

Harrison had no attention to spare for the mess. Between the clenching of the muscles sheathing his cock and the sight of Geo's blissed expression reflected in the mirror, he couldn't hold back any longer. He buried his face against the bright strands of hair at the crook of Geo's neck, clasped his arms hard around his body, and came.

They lay on the bed together in peaceful languor, afterwards. Harrison's mind drifted idly in the drowsy calm. They had a few hours, still. He wondered if he should try to get some rest. Rest before he had to follow the end of the trail to his last target. Before facing down Roy Santrys and his Nova 9.

Geo shifted against him, which came as something of a surprise. Harrison had thought the Nova 5 had fallen asleep. He roused somewhat, lifting his head, and saw that Geo was staring up at the ceiling.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in quiet concern.

"Replicants," Geo murmured. He turned his head, trapping Harrison’s gaze in somber regard. "I was just thinking. For all of this, all that we can do, all that we can feel. They still say we're not real. They insist that we’re not even alive."

No need to ask who they referred to. Harrison had heard it before. Replicants walked, talked, breathed, thought...but in the end they were artificial beings. The most advanced scientific developments had not yet given them the ability to reproduce. Hence they were not alive, by the biological definition of the word. If the corporations stopped making them, Replicants would die off and go extinct.

There was a kind of resignation to Geo's tone as he said it. Harrison heard the faint thread of hollowness behind his voice, and found that he couldn't let it lie.

"What is real?" he replied. His own throat tightened as he though back to Geo's earlier words about false memories. In that moment he made a conscious choice that it didn't matter anymore--because in the end it didn't change what was important to him. He deliberately lifted a hand to Geo's face, covering the two scars that graced his cheek. "Isn't this real enough?"

For a long moment, they simply looked at each other in silence. Then Geo covered Harrison’s hand with his own, lacing their fingers together. His head sank back onto the mattress and he closed his eyes.

In the quiet of the pre-dawn hours, lying contentedly beside the Nova 5, Harrison slept soundly and without dreams.

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Comments

[dogmatix-san.livejournal.com]

Lovely fic, enjoyed it very much. (and kinda want to read more now, to find out how the confrontation with Roy and Nova 9 goes. XD )

[freeradical9.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm really happy you liked it. ^_^

(and kinda want to read more now, to find out how the confrontation with Roy and Nova 9 goes. XD )

Heh. I'm not sure how all the details would work out at this point, but I expect that confrontation would be really, really intense. ^^

[lillypuff.livejournal.com]

Oh wow, this was absolutely fantastic. I'll have you know that by the middle of this fic my brain was no longer reading 'Geo' and 'Harrison' but instead 'Gojyo' and 'Hakkai' because this was so perfectly them, even though it's not really them, or at least not the them we knew them as. (Does that make any sense? lol)

I love how you worked in aspects of their Saiyuki-canon backgrounds, and the fact that Sanzo and Goku have a role in this was wonderful too.

This was one of the prompts I was really looking forward to seeing written and I'm so glad you took it on because you did an amazing job with it. =)

[freeradical9.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much for your comments! It's always a concern when changing the names of the characters in an AU, to make sure their inherent natures still come across! I'm very glad it seemed to work here.

I love how you worked in aspects of their Saiyuki-canon backgrounds, and the fact that Sanzo and Goku have a role in this was wonderful too.

*grin* That was one of the things that was the most fun to research. The two sets of source material are radically different from each other, but there are definite regions of the two canon versions that mesh in the details. And adding Sanzo and Goku was fun, too--it was interesting to come up with an alternate way for the four to meet for the first time. ^_^

This was one of the prompts I was really looking forward to seeing written and I'm so glad you took it on because you did an amazing job with it. =)

Thank you very much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

[lillypuff.livejournal.com]

You're very welcome hun, it was such a delight to read =)

[ravenbell.livejournal.com]

Let me extend my congratulations on *nailing* the universe. Seriously, the atmosphere here is just perfect, and Gojyo and Hakkai have never sounded better. Go you!

[freeradical9.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

Blade Runner has such a distinct feel to it, and the movie is so very *visual*. One of the major goals of writing this fic was to re-create some of that atmosphere. To hear that it was successful in that regard makes me very happy, indeed! ^_^

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Amazing piece. Love how deftly you wove the two fandoms together. The sex was really hot, too.

[freeradical9.livejournal.com]

Thank you, and thank you! I'm really glad you liked it. ^_^

[avierra.livejournal.com]

Yay! I loved the whole discussion of whether or not Harrison was a Replicant, and his and Geo's reactions to it (I can't say that enough, haha). I really thought you nailed both of them perfectly. I also liked the conclusion that Harrison came to, that finally, for him, it didn't matter anymore, because he had Geo. That made me sniffle a bit. :)

And oh the hot manlove at the end. Perhaps Harrison should take advantage of Geo again at some point. >_> Just awesome!

[freeradical9.livejournal.com]

Excellent. Thanks for your comments, and for all of the earlier feedback as well. It was very much appreciated.

Perhaps Harrison should take advantage of Geo again at some point.

It's really tempting! I have to finish my other springkink prompts first, however. ^_^

[threewalls]

Wonderful.

And, eventually, Harrison discovers who/what the Nova 8 is, right?

[freeradical9.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much!

And, eventually, Harrison discovers who/what the Nova 8 is, right?

Hee. I wouldn't be at all surprised if someday he did. ^_^

[emungere.livejournal.com]

I love this so much. All the scifi worldbuilding stuff fits in so naturally with the story, and Hakkai's reaction the suggestion that his memories of Kanan might not even be real--gah, wonderful.

[freeradical9.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm really delighted that you like it. The sci-fi elements were fun to work in, and the section that you've mentioned is a personal favorite, as well.

[chomiji]

I liked this a lot. One interesting thing for me was some of the role reversal - Geo seems the more tortured one here, despite Harrison's horrible memories.

Have you read C.J. Cherryh's Cyteen, which explores some of the same ideas, but with cloned, mind-programmed slaves (they're not called that, but that's what they are) instead of androids?

[freeradical9.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm very glad you liked it.

Oddly, although I'm a definite fan of C.J. Cherryh's fantasy works, I haven't really read that much of her sci-fi stuff. Cyteen has always been on my list to read, but I've never quite gotten around to it. Perhaps I should make a point to broaden my horizons in the future. ^_^

[wk-recomend.livejournal.com]

*flails* *breathes* Oh, wow. You nailed this in every way. So amazing, I'm in love with this. You gave me exactly what I was hoping for! Thank you! :D

You certainly did my prompt more than justice. Thank you so much!

[freeradical9.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm so happy to find out who wrote this prompt! The fusion of source material here was a brilliant idea, and writing it (while occasionally frustrating) overall was loads of fun.

I'm so very pleased that it fit the expectations of the requester, that's the very best compliment of all. ^_^

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

That was really well done - hot and fascinating.

[freeradical9.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much. I'm really delighted that you enjoyed the piece.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

wow, i wasn't sure how this crossover could be pulled off but you did it beautifully. Loved the nod to Mr. Ford there too It's been a long time since I've seen Bladerunner at the theatre but this brought it all back. bravo.

[freeradical9.livejournal.com]

Yay! Someone caught the Mr. Ford reference! *grin*

Thanks for your comments. The original source is such a striking film. It was quite a challenge to do it justice. I'm pleased to hear that you liked the end result. ^_^

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

I think you did a great job with it