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[shatteredmetal.livejournal.com]

[Bored. Reading a book on torture.]

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[ladyofscarlet.livejournal.com]

[She catches sight of the title and lets her eyes drift back to him.] Recreational reading really has taken a turn these days it seems.

[shatteredmetal.livejournal.com]

Marquis De Sade has been around for a while, actually. [He shrugs superiorly at her.] It's not so bad.

[ladyofscarlet.livejournal.com]

You are always amazing me, Anthony Stark. [She doesn't regard that superiority with much attention. After all... she's the daughter of a super-villain.] Learn anything?

[shatteredmetal.livejournal.com]

I think De Sade has mother issues. He keeps using an archaic word that means mother when he means women in general. It's unsettling.

[ladyofscarlet.livejournal.com]

Sounds a little like Freud, yes? [Looking over at him again, she allowed herself a touch of curiosity.] Though... late eighteenth to early nineteenth century would cause for strange differences in ways of thinking. But Freud was after that... mid to late nineteenth century.

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

That one is overrated. Try this one. *He holds out a book covered in unnerving stains.*

[shatteredmetal.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? I wouldn't want to take your book from you if you're not done with it.

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

Hey, I practically wrote the damn thing. Take it.

[shatteredmetal.livejournal.com]

But that's my point. You won't be able to replace it if I lose it, and that would be a waste of knowledge. You want me to copy it or something for you? Just in case.

[like-a-gerbil.livejournal.com]

[Steve notices the title and sighs mentally before pulling the book out of Tony's hands.] Bad Tony. No donut.

[shatteredmetal.livejournal.com]

[Marquis De Sade's The Art Of Torture would be bad enough, but Tony's got bookmarks and scribbles in the margins.]

Steve, you know I can just get another copy. Hand it back. I already had breakfast anyway.

[like-a-gerbil.livejournal.com]

[He flips through the book, unconsciously memorizing the notes and page numbers.] Why're you reading this?

[shatteredmetal.livejournal.com]

Those notes are in Ido. Good luck with the translation. And I happen to be working on a project involving human nerves. I'm trying to create a nervous system for the armor. In case I have to transfer my consciousness into it permanently. However, in order to get any tactile feeling to register, I have to learn about how human pain works as well as pleasure - you can't have one without the other.

Neurology books are good, but they don't explain the emotional connection well enough. This may be a bit beyond my abilities for now. But it would be the next step in transhumanism if I could do it.

[ladyofscarlet.livejournal.com]

[She catches sight of the title and lets her eyes drift back to him.] Recreational reading really has taken a turn these days it seems.

[shatteredmetal.livejournal.com]

Marquis De Sade has been around for a while, actually. [He shrugs superiorly at her.] It's not so bad.

[ladyofscarlet.livejournal.com]

You are always amazing me, Anthony Stark. [She doesn't regard that superiority with much attention. After all... she's the daughter of a super-villain.] Learn anything?

[shatteredmetal.livejournal.com]

I think De Sade has mother issues. He keeps using an archaic word that means mother when he means women in general. It's unsettling.

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

That one is overrated. Try this one. *He holds out a book covered in unnerving stains.*

[shatteredmetal.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? I wouldn't want to take your book from you if you're not done with it.

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

Hey, I practically wrote the damn thing. Take it.

[shatteredmetal.livejournal.com]

But that's my point. You won't be able to replace it if I lose it, and that would be a waste of knowledge. You want me to copy it or something for you? Just in case.

[like-a-gerbil.livejournal.com]

[Steve notices the title and sighs mentally before pulling the book out of Tony's hands.] Bad Tony. No donut.

[shatteredmetal.livejournal.com]

[Marquis De Sade's The Art Of Torture would be bad enough, but Tony's got bookmarks and scribbles in the margins.]

Steve, you know I can just get another copy. Hand it back. I already had breakfast anyway.

[like-a-gerbil.livejournal.com]

[He flips through the book, unconsciously memorizing the notes and page numbers.] Why're you reading this?

[shatteredmetal.livejournal.com]

Those notes are in Ido. Good luck with the translation. And I happen to be working on a project involving human nerves. I'm trying to create a nervous system for the armor. In case I have to transfer my consciousness into it permanently. However, in order to get any tactile feeling to register, I have to learn about how human pain works as well as pleasure - you can't have one without the other.

Neurology books are good, but they don't explain the emotional connection well enough. This may be a bit beyond my abilities for now. But it would be the next step in transhumanism if I could do it.