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ginzburgjake · 2 years

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HOOOO BOY LETS GO—

so for the last month I’ve been severely plagued by the idea of a space pirate/android au, and here’s what I’ve managed to come up with, which is a rant accompanied by sketches :)

The setting is vaguely futuristic. “The Revenge”, a custom ship with solar sails, is captained by a wannabe space pirate Stede Bonnet fleeting from his past. His crew consists of both humans and androids, who are free to fall in love without prejudice and harassment. Lucius (lu-spr199s) is a construction designer robot who instead chose drawing dicks and polyamory as his hobbies (both not programmed by his initial settings). Pete is just some guy engineer who conveniently likes the ideas of 1) polyamory and 2) having his dick drawn.

Jim (cuz I’m tired of the alien/robot/eldritch god enby sterotype) is a human. They are a street kid, good with tech and violence, very agile and competitive. Frenchie (fr3nn4) is a tad glitchy. He stutters, stumbles over words, makes repetitive motions and sometimes gets distracted/spaces out. Yes I made him into an autistic android. No I will not take criticisms. Others that I might sketch later are as such: Roach, Oluwande, The Swede are androids. Ivan, Fang, Wee John are humans. No one knows what the fuck Buttons is.

I imagine Stede’s ship to look something like this (not my artwork sry):

On the other hand, there is “Queen Anne”, ruled by the most wanted man this side of the galaxy, Edward Teach. His First Mate, Izzy (iz-1701), is a former battle android that was set out to be deconstructed after four decades of missions. Ed accidentally acquired him when raiding a transporting vessel, and Izzy has been in his service for ten years now. He completes logs and maintenance around the ship and also fixes himself up when needed (although it’s becoming increasingly difficult due to the age of his model — the company stopped producing details for him long ago).

And this is how I approximately see Queen Anne, inspired by the concepts of Nemo’s Nautilus:

In the wake of Stede’s crushing into their lives, Izzy struggles with overcoming his programming and breaking the three laws of Azimov: do not harm a human being, do not resist orders, protect own existence if it’s not against the first two rules. Stede, meanwhile, also has some skeletons in his closet that are bound to be discovered. And Ed is just along for the ride.

Will Izzy finally admit to having emotions? Will Ed stop perceiving him as a mere object and not a person with opinions? Will Stede help bring about the necessary changes and insights?? *whispers* remains to be seen…

Also if you want to have a grasp on what inspired this idea and what I see this au’s Izzy as, listen to The Hoosiers’ “Goodbye Mr A”. I think it captures the essence of Izzy’s internal conflict quite well. Also also, I have some plot ideas but I am seemingly unable to sit down and write a cohesive multi-chapter fic, so bear with me as I post updates to this insanity :>

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ginzburgjake · 2 years

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something something a snippet from my space robots au…

Izzy leaves Queen Anne after some *stuff* going down with the arrival of Stede.

His model is old, and his processor is basically dying, but Izzy won’t trust anyone who isn’t him to perform repairs because it would require Izzy being turned off without a possibility of observing what is being done to his body. He at last blacks out in a shitty flat and is found by the crew of Revenge (Stede and Ed included), who have been trying to locate him. They stumble onto him when the apartment’s owner is dragging his body into trash.

After Izzy is repaired by Roach and comes to on the ship (very surprised to have woken up at all), he, Stede and Ed have a Talk.

“You knew, didn’t you,” Stede says, startling Izzy out of his thoughts. It becomes clear he intends to provide an explanation for Ed as well. “If there’s a risk of malfunction, a notification will appear days, even weeks in advance,” he points at his own temple. “You expected this to happen and simply didn’t tell us.”

“How’d you know this?” Ed asks, bewildered, then turns to Izzy. “Is that true?”

So we’re doing this, Izzy thinks bitterly.

“It is,” he replies, staring directly at Stede. “Will you tell him how you know this, Bonnet?”

If Stede does not come clean now, Izzy won’t expose him. It will serve no purpose, and will only upset Edward. He’s lost all chances of being with his Captain, so maybe Stede can become a sufficient alternative. But, before Izzy can further entertain this train of thought, Stede speaks up unexpectedly.

“I will,” he says with a determined look in his eye, then turns to Ed. Izzy is too stunned to say anything or warn Stede about the possible consequences. “Ed, darling, you see — there’s something I didn’t tell you. I, myself, am an android.”

Ed stares.

“Dickfuck, no, you’re not,” he blurts out. He looks at Izzy for confirmation, or maybe support, but Izzy’s words fail him. Ed frowns. “Iz is an android, and he’s all rigid, and stubborn, and technical. And you’re — you…” he gestures to all of Stede emphatically.

Stede looks down, smiling self-depricatingly.

“Ah, yes, me and Izzy are very different. But it is not due to one of us being human when the other is not. Rather, it’s an effect of our personalities clashing,” he then raises his head at Edward. “I’m very sorry, dear. I’ve never intended to hide something so big from you, it’s just — where I come from, androids are seen merely as objects, and you’re — the most wonderful human being I’ve ever met. I didn’t want for our connection to be cut short because of what I am.”

There’s a pregnant pause, during which Stede seems to become more distressed, and Izzy is almost ready to interfere on his account (the fuck?) in case Ed is going to reject him.

“Stede…” Ed takes his hands in his own. “Fuck, I — I don’t give a damn, okay? You can be a robot, or — or a walking fridge, for all I care, and I still would be here right now. I’ve seen many fucking fridges, but you — there was only ever one of you.”

“Oh, Ed…” Stede looks like he would’ve cried if he was capable of doing so. “It is so kind of you.”

They lock their gazes and seemingly exchange a lifetime of words in a span of seconds. Izzy coughs, self-aware.

Stede snaps out of the quiet romantic bubble. “Oh, I do apologise. We seem to have gotten a tad distracted.”

Izzy itches to get away. He’s clearly imposing. Just a broken tool that Ed picked back up out of a misplaced obligation — or, perhaps, because Stede convinced him that Izzy’s non-existing feelings were hurt.

“I’m… regretful. About leaving without permission,” Izzy says.

“Why’d you do it?” Ed asks, frowning. He must be feeling betrayed.

“I didn’t think there was any benefit in keeping an old malfunctioning android on board when you have so many newer models around,” Izzy replies truthfully. He doesn’t, however, mention his mixed opinions about and frustration with the crew, or Bonnet, or Edward. It’s not important now.

“The fuck do you mean? You’re my First Mate. We’re friends. Right?” Ed gazes at Izzy, sounding unsure.

“Are we?” Izzy says, starting to get angry despite his better judgment. “I wasn’t fucking aware. You didn’t even think I had an identity until Bonnet of all people spelled it out for you.”

“That’s not true,” Ed argues. “I’ve always considered you a person, Iz. Please, tell me you understand?”

Izzy doesn’t, not really. Hell, he himself isn’t completely certain whether he is a person or not. He just knows that he is fucking tired of being treated akin to a stool, or a writing desk, or a fucking maintenance bot. Ten years of service, forty years of battle missions before that, and all it takes to break him is fucking — seeing other androids, like Spriggs and Bonnet, being treated by humans as equals. With respect. With no prejudice. Like they have the same rights as any other anthropomorphic creature.

It took Izzy fifty years alive to find out he has a sense of self. Shitting fucking fuck.

Stede looks at him with an understanding written across his face. “We’ve made a lot of mistakes and poor calls these past few weeks. How about we try from the beginning?” he clears his throat. “Ahem. Hello, Izzy, I am Stede Bonnet — an android made five years ago that ran away to pursue a life of piracy and freedom. Nice to meet you.”

Izzy sighs, flicking his gaze between Ed and Stede. If starting over means he will get to stay besides Ed, even after everything, he is ready to try. “Israel, battle model IZ-1701. First Mate of Queen Anne.”

“And I’m — Edward Teach, ship’s Captain. And I — want to do better.”

Stede smiles encouragingly at the both of them, and for the first time this month, Izzy thinks that maybe — just maybe — things will turn out alright.

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