snippet from the hockey cyborg thing.

[laurajv]

Geno cornered Sid in the locker room. "The Staals," he said.

"What?"

"Are robots?"

"What the fuck," Sid said, "you're not supposed to remember--there are--you should've forgotten about that."

"The Staals," Geno said. "Yes or no?"

Sid ground his teeth together, which couldn't possibly be good for his jaw. Geno jabbed a finger into Sid's collarbone to make him stop. "No," Sid said. "And not the Subbans, either. They're just ordinary clones."

"Clones?" Geno didn't know this word, clones. "What are?"

"Don't even tell me Russia doesn't have a clone program," said Sid, shouldering Geno out of the way and stalking off towards the showers.

"What the fuck is clones?" Geno yelled after him, but Sid just flipped him the bird.

Comments

[dine]

this has me all aquiver with glee and excitement; Sid sure isn't smooth when surprised, is he?

for some reason, "What the fuck is clones?" Geno yelled after him just cracks me up - it's such an easily imagined scene, containing such an implausible line

[lannamichaels]

:D :D :D Yes, Geno, all the hockey clones. :D

[niqaeli]

I want this fic, omg. This is AMAZING.

[ladyvyola]

Ha! I've said that the Staals have barcodes on the back of their necks so you can tell just who you're fighting and/or fucking....