snippet from the hockey cyborg thing.
Jul. 20th, 2013 02:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
laurajvGeno 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.
"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.
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Date: 2013-07-21 07:21 am (UTC)