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Cybernetic	By : ArcadiaEclipse Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2761 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warnings: Yaoi (RussiaxAmerica) AU, anal, angst, oral, hermaphrodite, romance, hurt/comfort and explicit sexual depictions ahead. This fanfic is intended for adult readers only.

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Chapter One

By ArcadiaEclipse

There were times that he wondered whether humans looked back on The War of Final Frontier with sorrow and regret. They were such strange creatures- capable of lamenting the apocalyptic climax that even great theorists at the time warned was inevitable should China and America find themselves plummeting past the sacred point of no return in the greatest nuclear stalemate of all time. History books were archaic and never updated since the last great battle, but the humanoid didn’t need a written text to know that everything had changed drastically in the twenty-third century. Like all great masters of the planet Earth before them, humans had lived and died in the limelight of their dominion for millennia before the greatest scientific accomplishments of mankind brought about their near extinction.

All other inventions seemed to pale in comparison to the destructive potential of nuclear weapons, and yet it was not the creators but the machines that lived on in the aftermath. They were immune to the sickness that plagued those humans who survived, and the clouds of dust and debris that always blotted out the sun in a hazy fog effectively killing anything and everything that relied on sunlight scarcely seemed to deter them from carrying on, for they alone would emerge the new masters of this wretched, dark planet.

The machines with their artificial intelligence would shape the future of Planet Earth. In a world drowning in rubble and death, they alone had systemically developed newer, larger versions of themselves by the thousands powered by advanced mainframes and specially-designed hardware. Terrified, the few remaining humans had gone into hiding in an effort to preserve what little remained of their species while outside the machines redesigned their world completely unobstructed.

Intelligence-Varying -Android-Neotype, or I.V.A.N. for short, rather wished for the opportunity to talk with a human sometimes. They were such skittish creatures, constantly on the run and certainly now on the verge of extinction sixty years after The War ended in an apocalyptic blast great enough to shift the planet two degrees in its fragile orbit. It was true that the machines were not interested in sacrificing their own dominance for the sake of their fallen masters, but being half flesh and blood himself the humanoid couldn’t help but feel something for those that fled when Ivan and his fellow androids sought them out.

He was still a fairly new invention, his oldest ancestor born of a machine implanting data into an unwilling human female. The child she bore was human in looks and appeared to be constructed of flesh and bone but his glassy eyes betrayed a metal substructure beneath his skin and a computer’s intelligence woven into the tissue of a half-human brain. This new prototype was quick and super-intelligent being a machine, but something in the genetically human portion of his makeup enabled the fledgling android to learn emotions, mannerisms and human concepts that purely-mechanical versions were forever lacking. These humanoids were far more advanced than anything that God or machine had developed to date.

And right now they were hunting humans.

Or rather they tried to hunt them. For being an inferior species, humans were remarkably capable of hiding when they felt threatened by their new mechanical overlords. The engineered drones used to pursue them with tireless necessity, but the newer half-human breed of machine could actually derive pleasure from the hunt. Some more than others, Ivan noted with a touch of dismay while following his partner through the rubble that was once a grand American city. ‘New York’ or something like that. It hardly looked “new” anymore with dust clouding the skies and most buildings toppled in various states of ruin and decay.

“Do you think that they would be more willing to come with us if we treated them better?”

Yao snorted but shot him a grin just the same.

“That’s called ‘lying’, Ivan. When the fuck did you lean that?”

“I…don’t think I follow you.”

“For being a humanoid you still have an awful lot to learn. It’s really your mother’s fault for not teaching you better. She failed at her purpose beyond birthing you.”

Ivan admitted there were a lot of human qualities that he had yet to learn and program into his limitless memory for later use, but that was true of most humanoids. Yao seemed utterly oblivious to the strange emotion washing over Ivan linking misery with a basic pain response, but that was to be expected from a humanoid that had never learned those emotions first-hand like Ivan did.

“…My human mother died giving birth to me. I never knew her.”

“I suppose that explains the shortcomings in your programming then. Do you want to take downtown or the suburbs?”

Ivan was silent for a spell. He had certainly noticed that particular emotions seemed more prevalent in his own system database than other humanoids, but having an extensive library of pain and sorrow responses wasn’t generally useful when trying to hunt down humans and infiltrate their ranks.

“I’ll take downtown.”

“Alright. Send me an alert me if you find anything.”

The silver-haired android had never before met a human in the wild, but he had heard stories from other humanoids that were successful in their hunt to find mates that would birth the next generation of half-humans, half-machines. Ivan had carefully collected records from each successful hunt and extrapolated on the data to formulate a plan this time around that he estimated had a seventy-eight percent chance of success should he manage to locate a viable human.

Yao left to search the suburbs, and once alone Ivan stripped off his pristine clothing to replace it with a pair of jeans strategically frayed at the knees and hem lines as well as a long black trench coat. A single patched-up tennis shoe completed the effect. He looked very much like a human on the run, but still sought out a patch of dirt and dust-covered debris to roll around for a moment and garner the dirty appearance that all humans seemed to possess when brought to the machine headquarters for breeding.

Now to incorporate the frightened, skittish movements that another humanoid had witnessed first-hand and described in vivid detail. He purposely kept to the shadows, creeping along like he feared being captured when really Ivan’s internal sensors were functioning at incredible speed in hopes of detecting any hint of heat or even a precious heartbeat that would betray a human’s location. Every heat source was far too tiny to belong to a full-grown human- probably only a rat or similar vermin wandering the rubble unimpeded.

Most humans did not live in groups for fear that their heat sources would become far too great to avoid capture. It made the hunt all the more frustrating (or “interesting” as Yao called it), but after four hours of wandering from building to building Ivan began to wonder if his technique was somehow lacking. Humans craved the company of other humans, but they were smart enough to not travel in packs. Even if there were humans around it was possible that they fled from him instead of seeking his company. Ivan continued to mimic the descriptions of skittish humans, clutching his trench coat closer around his bared torso and looking from side to side with his brow creased in feigned worry while really his sensors were simply scanning the terrain around him for heat. Nothing was large enough. Nothing…wait.

Off to his left Ivan’s mechanical eyes could detect a rather large heat source cowering just behind a bared metal support beam. His half-human heart sped in anticipation, but the humanoid continued on as if he did not detect anything at all. Moving towards the heat too quickly would betray his inhuman qualities and the ruse would be up before he could even meet whoever it was that watched him. Ahead of him a rat scurried past and Ivan quickly crouched and froze where he stood in mimic of fear. He had never experienced the emotion himself, but his body language was copied from that of a human he had seen shortly after capture and made mental notes how the emotion affected the young woman. Shakily, Ivan rose to his feet with calculated uncertainty and again looked around him though this time he allowed his eyes to lock onto those of the human following him in the shadows.

He was beautiful. Or she perhaps, but the messy short hair and relative tallness suggested it might be a male. What a disappointment. They really served no purpose as far as the machines were concerned besides fertilizing a human womb and assisting with the birth of more fertile females of their species. A quick scan of this human’s body however proved interesting. He did possess the testicles and penis of a man but Ivan’s sensors also could clearly see a woman’s reproductive tract tucked inside the young man’s body. Strange. Perhaps he was one of those offspring affected even generations later by the effects of nuclear residue in the atmosphere.

Ivan trembled and held his hands up in submission even though he was larger than the human standing a dozen paces away.

“P..Please don’t hurt me…”

His ruse seemed to be working since the human looked around him before slowly emerging from his hiding space and creeping towards Ivan to look him over carefully. The fear on the humanoid’s face must have been reasonably convincing since the young man chewed his bottom lip and then glanced around them again.

“It’s not safe here out in the open. You’ll get captured for sure. …Come with me. We’ll be safer.”

Ivan’s lips pressed into a tiny smile and he bit his lip in mimic of what the human did seconds before as he nodded. He would have to log that reaction for later use. It intrigued him.

The human led him down a dark corridor to an old door that took them both down into a cellar. There were no working lights, but the human seemed to possess a pile of flammable debris that he added to a small fire in the center of the room. It was warm actually but Ivan still sat beside the fire hugging the coat around his bared torso and looking around. Blankets and an old mattress, a handful of clothes in the corner and even a few cans of food. The human had probably lived here for quite awhile.

“I want to thank you for your help. I’ve never been to this part of the city before. Every turn looks the same to me.”

The blonde grinned and moved to crouch beside the fire after setting a can of beans into the center to cook.

“Yeah. I’ve been here a really long time but it’s freaking scary sometimes. You know they’ve got these half-human machines now that look just like us? They used to be clumsy and awkward as hell but now…it’s like they’re evolving or something.”

“Learning.” Ivan whispered quietly and bit his lip again for good measure when looking at the human before him. “I think they’re learning how to act like us. They’re born of human mothers I think.”

“What?” The blonde human looked taken aback and even shook his head with a weak laugh. “That’s nuts. Machines can’t be ‘born’, they’re just metal and wires!”

“It’s true.” Ivan hugged his knees to his chest and focused the lenses of his mechanical eyes to stare at the small fire. “My mother was taken by them a long time ago. They only ever take women, never men. I just keep running and running…”

The human was silent for a long moment letting all of that sink in. They fled from the machines but rarely had an opportunity to learn about their intentions. Any who discovered the truth were either captured or killed shortly thereafter. This man must have been through hell and for his sake the human pressed a smile onto his lips and shifted closer to Ivan so their hands could touch. The tall man had warm, giving flesh and the feel of a pulse beneath his fingertips made the human smile reassured.

“I’m Alfred by the way. What’s your name?”

“Ivan. The name my father gave me.”

“Is he still alive?”

“I like to think so. Somewhere.”

None of his words were actually lies given Ivan’s lack of programming to know what a ‘lie’ even was. Although he dressed and acted like a human, he had never technically told Alfred that he was one and the blonde had not yet questioned his humanity. Every word Ivan spoke was truth even when referring to their joint plight in this world. He was, after all, half-human with his mother deceased and his machine father likely somewhere in this world. They did not possess the same familial qualities as humans and it wasn’t necessary for a machine, even a humanoid such as Ivan, to grow up knowing his paternal ancestry. Only the human mothers were important. They taught their humanoid children so much without even realizing that they were giving their offspring daily lessons in emotion and human behavior.

It was what made the third generation of humanoids so dangerous- their ability to not only learn human characteristics but to adapt their behavior accordingly.

“Are your parents still alive?”

Alfred sighed and shook his head.

“No fucking clue. I doubt it. I haven’t seen them in ten years. It gets pretty lonely.”

“Lonely,” Ivan repeated while his system database rapidly checked an internal dictionary for a meaning of the unfamiliar word. ‘Being without company; cut off from others’. Yes, that made sense. “It is very lonely being without others,” he agreed. “Do you have children?”

Alfred laughed as if the idea was funny somehow. His reaction rather confused the humanoid as Ivan was fairly certain that he had not uttered anything comical.

“I haven’t even seen another human for four years. Do you got any, Ivan?”

The humanoid smiled.

“Maybe one day.”

“I think bringing more kids into this world is a really bastard thing to do. If humans were decent we would just die out and stop procreating already. Being born after The War is just a fucking punishment if you ask me.”

Ivan nodded but Alfred’s words were not taken as anything more than just a lesson in the human psyche. There would be more children born. They would live and breed with Ivan’s kind so the fourth generation of humanoids could be faster, stronger and more able to adapt than any version to come before them.

Alfred carefully fished the hot can of beans from the fire and wrapped it in an old towel to avoid burns before passing an ancient fork to his new friend. Although Ivan had the beginnings of a rudimentary digestive system he lacked a stomach and intestinal track so the mouthfuls he consumed were merely stored inside a small metal chamber in his chest for now. He could purge the contents later.

After their meager meal, he followed Alfred to the nest of blankets on the old mattress willingly. There was no embarrassment from sleeping beside a male as Ivan did not yet know of that emotion, and he was pleased to note that his lips tipped into an unconscious smile as the smaller blonde curled up against him for much-needed heat. Previous versions of humanoids did not give off warmth, but Ivan’s flesh radiated heat and seemed to draw Alfred’s body closer against him as the nighttime chill set in around them bidding the human to sleep. Ivan simply lay beside him motionless while the mechanical portion of his brain performed normal system maintenance and scrutinized the new data on human behavior that he had absorbed without the human’s knowledge.

~ * ~ To Be Continued ~ * ~
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