I just want to make it clear first that you weren't obligated to tell me ever. But uh. Yeah. They're never very subtle with what they do and don't put in people's profiles. Everything's fair game to them.
[ ... ]
Okay, so. I... don't know how to ask this without sounding insensitive so I'm just gonna ask. What are you, exactly?
I don't even bother responding to mine anymore. I don't want to know what they're writing about me, I don't want to know who knows about things they shouldn't.
[ that's... a half lie. it's true that he never responds to or acknowledges any replies he gets by the time this app becomes active again, but he does... pay attention. he reads what they write, he reads what people say, makes a note of everyone who interacts with his profile just so he knows what information is being spread. as far as participation goes, though, the only participating he does is... swiping through profiles out of boredom, mostly, and to collect any interesting information that might be beneficial to him later.
anyway. on to more important things, in stiles' opinion. ]
Uhhh. Maybe? Yes and no. We genetically engineered a sheep back in like 2012 or 2013 so it'd glow in the dark And when I say we I mean scientists back where I come from, not like me and a group or friends or whatever. But I have a feeling that's not really what we're talking about here... is it?
[ briefly, he thinks back to a very recent conversation with marcos, who... also, it turns out, is a mutant. the kind with the x-gene, which was and is fucking wild to stiles. ]
( which is a very vague and non-direct way of asking if he saw anything of her. part of her wants to know, exactly who knows what, where they are, how much they saw and how much they understood. part of her just wants to pretend that whole week never happened, and ignore the way it wrapped up just as much. )
this is a little more advance than sheep.
i was supposed to be a clone of my father. the x-gene carries those powers. from what i understand, my ( ... ) mother supplied some of her own genetic material to complete the sample and create a viable embryo. most people like me are born this way, and the gene activates somewhere in childhood.
[ stiles pauses for a moment, staring down at his phone, eyebrows pinched slightly. did he 'experience those dreams'? ... yes. a lot of them, actually, some of which he could directly interact with and change, some of which he could only simply watch, unable to be seen or heard, never acknowledged, though for the most part, he'd written most of them off as his own brain just - being fucking weird, as per usual.
it's not until right now that he starts to think about the dreams again, flipping through them like they're on a rolodex in his brain. he remembers... something about a little girl, never referred to by name, but just a number. something about training her as a weapon, about - triggering... something. it's all kind of vague, but he remembers enough and he's familiar enough with what the x-gene is to draw some conclusions. ]
Yeah. I did.
[ that's all he says at first - he doesn't ask her if maybe he dreamt about her. he doesn't have to, now that he's started to piece it all together, now that laura is laying some stuff out for him. how the fuck did he not make this connection sooner? ]
Holy shit Your dad's He's Wolverine, isn't he? Like - the OG.
[ okay - now is probably not the time to be a fucking fanboy, but at least he's aware of that and immediately tones his shit down. there's nothing 'cool' about being experimented on (if he's correct about the dream he had), about being a weapon. when it's real, it's just - stiles can't really put words to it.
but how does he continue the conversation? he... asks a question he's pretty sure he already knows the answer to. ]
What purpose does genetically engineering a mutant serve?
( there's no real reason that laura has been cagey about the fact that the logan here, in the city, is her father, except for the fact that she's cagey about everything. she'd kept her abilities a secret despite being very open about them back home, barely even let her name get attached to her texts made in public.
she's self-aware enough to know that it's a control thing, but that doesn't help much when the city is so determined to leak her personal business out all over the place, regardless of her efforts. )
if you can't get your hands on the original, or they prove too unwieldy, you can have a version that is controlled from birth, and raise it to serve the purpose that you want.
[ stiles... absolutely cannot promise that he won't be weird at fucking wolverine if he ever runs into him or comes across him on the network, so he simply does not acknowledge the request. better to say nothing about it than to make a promise and possibly break it later because he sometimes doesn't know ho to keep his mouth shut or keep his cool.
anyway. there are things more important than logan right now - namely, laura. except - stiles doesn't really know what to say. what do you say to someone who's been fucked over so badly? what do you say to someone who was never given the respect and the dignity they deserved? "i'm sorry"? that sounds fucking stupid, and useless, and it doesn't change anything.
stiles dwells on it for a minute, thumbs dancing anxiously above his phone screen, the inside of his cheek pinched between his molars. in the end, he settles on: ]
Doesn't seem like things worked out the way they wanted.
[ meaning, laura seems independent and as separated as he imagines one could be from the the person she was created to be. ]
Way cooler than any lame-ass puppet they were probably going for.
yeah, well. they did a pretty bad job, i guess. i killed most of them.
( because that's a normal thing that a person casually says. she's beyond feeling guilty for it though, most of it happened the way most things have happened in laura's life -- outside of her control. people trying to make power moves and laura just the gun in someone's hand, being pointed at the people who needed to die to make that happen.
not all of them, though. some of them were before she took a more rigid stance on death and killing at her hands, and she doesn't feel bad about those, either. )
i don't do that any more. but if you were worried i would understand that.
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i would have told you eventually.
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But uh. Yeah.
They're never very subtle with what they do and don't put in people's profiles.
Everything's fair game to them.
[ ... ]
Okay, so.
I... don't know how to ask this without sounding insensitive so I'm just gonna ask.
What are you, exactly?
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( that is an excellent question, and the answer is.....so much more complicated than it needs to be. )
i'm a mutant. sort of. i was genetically engineered to be one.
does that mean anything to you?
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I don't want to know what they're writing about me, I don't want to know who knows about things they shouldn't.
[ that's... a half lie. it's true that he never responds to or acknowledges any replies he gets by the time this app becomes active again, but he does... pay attention. he reads what they write, he reads what people say, makes a note of everyone who interacts with his profile just so he knows what information is being spread. as far as participation goes, though, the only participating he does is... swiping through profiles out of boredom, mostly, and to collect any interesting information that might be beneficial to him later.
anyway. on to more important things, in stiles' opinion. ]
Uhhh.
Maybe? Yes and no.
We genetically engineered a sheep back in like 2012 or 2013 so it'd glow in the dark
And when I say we I mean scientists back where I come from, not like me and a group or friends or whatever.
But I have a feeling that's not really what we're talking about here... is it?
[ briefly, he thinks back to a very recent conversation with marcos, who... also, it turns out, is a mutant. the kind with the x-gene, which was and is fucking wild to stiles. ]
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( which is a very vague and non-direct way of asking if he saw anything of her. part of her wants to know, exactly who knows what, where they are, how much they saw and how much they understood. part of her just wants to pretend that whole week never happened, and ignore the way it wrapped up just as much. )
this is a little more advance than sheep.
i was supposed to be a clone of my father. the x-gene carries those powers. from what i understand, my ( ... ) mother supplied some of her own genetic material to complete the sample and create a viable embryo. most people like me are born this way, and the gene activates somewhere in childhood.
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it's not until right now that he starts to think about the dreams again, flipping through them like they're on a rolodex in his brain. he remembers... something about a little girl, never referred to by name, but just a number. something about training her as a weapon, about - triggering... something. it's all kind of vague, but he remembers enough and he's familiar enough with what the x-gene is to draw some conclusions. ]
Yeah.
I did.
[ that's all he says at first - he doesn't ask her if maybe he dreamt about her. he doesn't have to, now that he's started to piece it all together, now that laura is laying some stuff out for him. how the fuck did he not make this connection sooner? ]
Holy shit
Your dad's
He's Wolverine, isn't he?
Like - the OG.
[ okay - now is probably not the time to be a fucking fanboy, but at least he's aware of that and immediately tones his shit down. there's nothing 'cool' about being experimented on (if he's correct about the dream he had), about being a weapon. when it's real, it's just - stiles can't really put words to it.
but how does he continue the conversation? he... asks a question he's pretty sure he already knows the answer to. ]
What purpose does genetically engineering a mutant serve?
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( there's no real reason that laura has been cagey about the fact that the logan here, in the city, is her father, except for the fact that she's cagey about everything. she'd kept her abilities a secret despite being very open about them back home, barely even let her name get attached to her texts made in public.
she's self-aware enough to know that it's a control thing, but that doesn't help much when the city is so determined to leak her personal business out all over the place, regardless of her efforts. )
if you can't get your hands on the original, or they prove too unwieldy, you can have a version that is controlled from birth, and raise it to serve the purpose that you want.
it's not a nice story.
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anyway. there are things more important than logan right now - namely, laura. except - stiles doesn't really know what to say. what do you say to someone who's been fucked over so badly? what do you say to someone who was never given the respect and the dignity they deserved? "i'm sorry"? that sounds fucking stupid, and useless, and it doesn't change anything.
stiles dwells on it for a minute, thumbs dancing anxiously above his phone screen, the inside of his cheek pinched between his molars. in the end, he settles on: ]
Doesn't seem like things worked out the way they wanted.
[ meaning, laura seems independent and as separated as he imagines one could be from the the person she was created to be. ]
Way cooler than any lame-ass puppet they were probably going for.
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( because that's a normal thing that a person casually says. she's beyond feeling guilty for it though, most of it happened the way most things have happened in laura's life -- outside of her control. people trying to make power moves and laura just the gun in someone's hand, being pointed at the people who needed to die to make that happen.
not all of them, though. some of them were before she took a more rigid stance on death and killing at her hands, and she doesn't feel bad about those, either. )
i don't do that any more. but if you were
worried
i would understand that.