sentiensens:
Summary: Aya wants to feel: wants to anticipate and linger and move without thought and, most importantly, understand.
Rating: K+
Pairing: Razaya
Notes: first GL:tAS fic! this fandom needs more of it.
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Aya cannot feel the heat sweltering within the coolant system. She can deduce from visual clues surrounding her that it is, indeed, hot: when the paneling is pried free from the wall by Razer’s hands, a puff of wet steam rises. It is not smoke, as she watches the microscopic beads collect on the hard armor of Razer’s uniform. They grow fat as water, drip down the sharp red points and hit the floor with a plop only she can hear. Sweat gathers at the edges of his helmet and reflectively bounces back the white light in the room, like small star clusters have dusted his skin.
These are details she picks up after the answer is already sent to her. Codes twisted into information had traveled from the coolant system and fed into the Central Processing Unit; it had been nearly instantaneous. Her speed of thought is quicker than an organic brain that can fire synapses into neurons and alight those cellular webs with action.
Hal Jordan had sent her and Razer to solve the problem before it became, “hotter than Hell.” A quick search found the explanation behind the colloquialism that she did not bother to explain aloud, even after seeing Kilowog’s raised brow and hearing Razer’s light groan.
Her fingers move faster than Razer’s, and his elbow knocks into hers a few times as they redirect piping systems and wires. She does not have to keep constant watch on her hands, knowing the inside of the ship just as well as her independent body, and takes the time to watch Razer as he works.
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