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(Crossposted from Patreon, SFW, 2035 words, gen. Content warnings: implied police misconduct, depersonalization, mild body horror.
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“Doesn’t it bother you?”
Her partner shrugs, sitting in the unmarked car with his foot propped against the dashboard in exactly the way that’d kill him embarrassingly dead if the airbag went off. Jaq does not point this out. She knows that he knows, or if he doesn’t, he should. Anyway, it’s not like the vehicle is moving.
Neither is the conversation, honestly. They’ve worked together for a couple of years now, and she gets the impression that he’d be just as happy to pretend he doesn’t have any kind of interiority. Even before the quote unquote upgrades, trying to get him to acknowledge he’s a person with person experiences had been like pulling teeth.
Before the quote unquote upgrades, she’d been dissuaded from trying by second-hand embarrassment.
“I mean, I think it should bother me. If I’d realized how much it would change it would have bothered me. Which means it’s a bad sign that it doesn’t bother me now – but if I can recognize that, does that mean it actually does bother me?”
( He shrugs again. )
A big thank you to all of my patrons for providing financial support to my art and writing in these trying times. If you enjoy my writing and would like to see these stories a week early, and also vote on which characters I focus on and see cool bonus art and behind the scenes stuff, consider supporting me on Patreon?
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“Doesn’t it bother you?”
Her partner shrugs, sitting in the unmarked car with his foot propped against the dashboard in exactly the way that’d kill him embarrassingly dead if the airbag went off. Jaq does not point this out. She knows that he knows, or if he doesn’t, he should. Anyway, it’s not like the vehicle is moving.
Neither is the conversation, honestly. They’ve worked together for a couple of years now, and she gets the impression that he’d be just as happy to pretend he doesn’t have any kind of interiority. Even before the quote unquote upgrades, trying to get him to acknowledge he’s a person with person experiences had been like pulling teeth.
Before the quote unquote upgrades, she’d been dissuaded from trying by second-hand embarrassment.
“I mean, I think it should bother me. If I’d realized how much it would change it would have bothered me. Which means it’s a bad sign that it doesn’t bother me now – but if I can recognize that, does that mean it actually does bother me?”
( He shrugs again. )
