Before I say anything, this fic is NOT AI/clone slash. That would be… odd.
I know I said that Love, Romance, and Relativity would be my final fic before I close the poll, but I promised a certain mentor (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) I'd publish every plot bunny that came to mind, no matter how stupid I think it is, and that's the only reason I'm publishing this miniscule piece of junk.
Excuse the run-on.
Justified flames welcome.
Disclaimer: I'll admit it. I don't own H.I.V.E. (I FINALLY got an official looking email from some bloke at Bloomsbury. I'll treasure it forever.)
Otto quietly crawled out of bed. It was the early morning, and Wing had yet to wake. Or be awoken. Armed with his blackbox, camcorder (from God knows where), and a slip of paper, he crept over to his bed and opened his blackbox, holding a finger to his nose as HIVEmind's head appeared.
The AI took the hint, and whispered. "How may I help you, Otto?"
"Here's the deal," Otto replied quietly. "I need you to impersonate someone's voice. If you do as I say, I'll remove the firewall on Toonsurfer."
HIVEmind considered this. "Yes, it was very unfair of the Professor to block that website. It wasn't as if I'd devote all my processing capacity to watching cartoons and jeopardize H.I.V.E. You really can remove it?"
"Of course. Just read these words in Shelby's voice." Otto moved the blackbox right next to Wing's ear. "And loudly enough for Wing to hear, but in a… tender voice."
HIVEmind gave Otto's paper a quick once-over. He obviously didn't understand the meaning of the words, as he looked slightly confused, but his love of Toonsurfer won over his uncertainty. Otto quickly pressed the record button on his camcorder as he began reading aloud.
"Oh, ninja-boy, I had fun last night. We should do it again sometime."
Wing smiled, hugging his blanket and rolling onto his side.
Otto suppressed a grin. "Now, switch to Nero's voice and read the next part. For the sake of your cartoon-filled future."
"FANCHU! TRINITY!" HIVEmind roared, sending Wing under the blanket with an audible wimper.
Otto choked down a laugh, clicked off his camcorder, and dashed out of the room. Only after he'd reached the lounge area in the atrium did he collapse into a chair and allow himself to let it out.
HIVEmind cut him off abruptly. "Will you please explain to me the meaning of what I've just said?"
"Maybe when you're a little older," Otto promised. Then he thought about it. "Although I can tell you a little…"
Uh oh. Please don't, Otto. He's still so young…
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[Edit 4/28/12: o_O. Blows my mind that 35 people bothered to comment on a miniscule work of this proportion. Cảm ơn for the love, mọi người!~]