MGS: drabble
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what_we_dreamTitle: Zombie Apocalypse (drabble)
Series: MGS
Pairing: None
Rating: G
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verusmayaii in the drabble-request a while ago, but too late to put in with the others.
Summary: Request was "Snake and Otacon up against a zombie apocalypse!"
“Sometimes,” snarls Hal, slamming the lid of his laptop shut, “I feel like we’re stuck in a goddamn zombie apocalypse.”
Dave, sitting at the table with a pen and paper and working out pressure and tension calculations for the joint pads of a new suit, stops with his pen resting at the bottom of a 9. “Okay,” he says, slowly. And then, “Is this about Windows again? Because if it is, I’m still not interested.” He looks back to his paper, and finds that the ink has blotted the nine into an 8 with a filled bottom loop.
“Nothing ever changes,” continues Hal bitterly, not listening. “The same stupid ideas crop up again and again. We know they’re stupid, but we can’t seem to kill them.”
“Glad you noticed,” says Dave dryly, and adds up two rows of figures under a crooked line. “That’s the way the world works. The same shit just comes round and round again.”
“Like an endless waltz.” Hal narrows his eyes, trying to remember why the words seem familiar, and then sighs as he places them.
“Or sewage circling the drain. Whichever.” Dave finishes the calculations, and puts a rough box around the final product. “We’re gonna need a higher rubber ratio in the new joint material,” he notes. They both learned to keep up two conversations simultaneously a long time ago.
“You’d just think we could learn already.”
“I’m not sure anyone really thinks that. They may hope it, but anyone with a brain recognised the truth around the age of 10.”
“Don’t sugar-coat it there, Dave.” Hal sighs, and drops his face into his hands. “Will we ever escape this cycle of needless pain?” he asks, voice muffled by his palms.
Dave glances over. “What are you talking about, anyway?”
Hal looks up, eyes pained. Lifts his laptop, and opens it. On the screen, a bright page reads: The Matrix Sequels Announced.
Dave rolls his eyes, and starts filling out an order form.
Series: MGS
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Notes: Written for
verusmayaii in the drabble-request a while ago, but too late to put in with the others.Summary: Request was "Snake and Otacon up against a zombie apocalypse!"
“Sometimes,” snarls Hal, slamming the lid of his laptop shut, “I feel like we’re stuck in a goddamn zombie apocalypse.”
Dave, sitting at the table with a pen and paper and working out pressure and tension calculations for the joint pads of a new suit, stops with his pen resting at the bottom of a 9. “Okay,” he says, slowly. And then, “Is this about Windows again? Because if it is, I’m still not interested.” He looks back to his paper, and finds that the ink has blotted the nine into an 8 with a filled bottom loop.
“Nothing ever changes,” continues Hal bitterly, not listening. “The same stupid ideas crop up again and again. We know they’re stupid, but we can’t seem to kill them.”
“Glad you noticed,” says Dave dryly, and adds up two rows of figures under a crooked line. “That’s the way the world works. The same shit just comes round and round again.”
“Like an endless waltz.” Hal narrows his eyes, trying to remember why the words seem familiar, and then sighs as he places them.
“Or sewage circling the drain. Whichever.” Dave finishes the calculations, and puts a rough box around the final product. “We’re gonna need a higher rubber ratio in the new joint material,” he notes. They both learned to keep up two conversations simultaneously a long time ago.
“You’d just think we could learn already.”
“I’m not sure anyone really thinks that. They may hope it, but anyone with a brain recognised the truth around the age of 10.”
“Don’t sugar-coat it there, Dave.” Hal sighs, and drops his face into his hands. “Will we ever escape this cycle of needless pain?” he asks, voice muffled by his palms.
Dave glances over. “What are you talking about, anyway?”
Hal looks up, eyes pained. Lifts his laptop, and opens it. On the screen, a bright page reads: The Matrix Sequels Announced.
Dave rolls his eyes, and starts filling out an order form.
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Date: 2011-01-06 09:52 am (UTC)