This week I am once again master of our destiny in Erratic Thoughts. I will pick the "thought" that my fellow bloggers must contemplate in their own erratic entries this week. So: this week we have a special assignment. We must write a paragraph of slash fiction about two people. They can be real people or fictional people, but they must behave in a slashy manner. The one rule is that we cannot write about other ToM bloggers. You hear me, John? No slash about me and He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named!
You can read my slash, featuring a tender moment between Kerr Avon (rendered beautifully by a fan's pencils at right), the leather-clad computer hacker from dark British SF show Blake's 7, and Borg expat Seven of Nine from mostly-lame US show Star Trek: Voyager, below the fold . . .
"I seem to be malfunctioning," Seven said, her statuesque, robotic body gliding across the room toward Avon's console. "Can you debug me?" With a rude snort, Avon stood to block her from seeing what was on his screen. "What makes you think I would want to do that?" he asked arrogantly. She stared him down, her eyes level with his, the little red lights of her brain implant blinking occasionally.
"This is rubbish," he complained, but he started rummaging around for his tools. Abruptly, he stopped and turned to look at the imperturbable cyborg.
"Has anyone done a penetration test on your brain implants lately?" he asked.
"I don't believe anyone has ever done that," she replied in a monotone. "Do you believe somebody is subverting my software?"
"Let's get inside you and find out."
Oh, come on . . . what do you think happened next?
