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This fic has been thirteen months in the making, and it has involved a ridiculous amount of time and effort. It began with this fateful conversation, in August 2011:

Ishmael: I'm hoping what I've got works for optimal emotional progression
Since all it really is is ~FEELINGS~

Tartan: yay feelings!
"optimal emotional progression" sounds like something a robot would be trying for in attempting to pass as human

/me beep boop

Tartan: hahahaha

Ishmael: I can see Sherlock saying that phrase. Or something similar

me: one might write a robot and Sherlock similarly

This conversation lead to this kinkmeme prompt:

"Sherlock is a robot. He is sentient but pure programming. He's not supposed to have emotions at all.

Then John enters the picture. Sherlock finds aberrations in his routines, things he cannot explain.

Bonus points for Mycroft trying to revert Sherlock back to his old, emotionless state."

When I started I was familiar with a grand total of zero shows/movies/books that involve robots. And then I accidentally'd novel-length robot fic of epic proportions. Facepalm forever. So this saga requires a lot of blame and a lot of thanks.

Thanks go to miss_sabre for beta and initial plot help, rhuia for britpicking, and call_me_ishmael’s flatmate for knowing a lot of useful things I didn’t know like how robots work. Thanks to numerous people in multiple IRC channels, many of whom have probably forgotten they made any contribution to this fic. I feel like I’m writing my Oscars speech. Thanks to everyone who read this on the meme and left lovely comments, terribly sorry I left you all hanging.

Eternal thanks, and all the blame, go to call_me_ishmael. From idle conversation to kinkmeme prompt, kinkmeme fill, bigbang, terrible robot innuendo, editing forever, worldbuilding, comma wrangling, ninja art-making... this fic would never have been imagined without Ish, and it would never have been completed, and I am not remotely exaggerating. He has earned the titles of Co-Brainer and Official Enabler many times over, and has put a ridiculous amount of time into this fic for someone who didn’t actually write any of it. THANK YOU. Also I hope you know that when I say “blame” I say it fondly. This has been enormous fun.

You'll notice I didn't actually fulfill the prompt. I had to write 29k of establishing background before I could write the feels, apparently. The prompt will actually get filled in the sequel to this fic, hopefully coming soon. :D


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Sep. 30th, 2012 01:34 pm (UTC)
I have read this over several times trying to articulate all these feels. It's a day later and I'm still boggling at OH SNAP ROBOTS IS POSTING.

Thank you so much for both writing this and letting me in on the process. I loved getting to help shape and worldbuild and edit this monster of a fic, even when we were suffering from ENDLESS EDITING fatigue and I crashed your comma parties and we were both going "HOW DOES THIS WOOOOOOOOORK?" This has been so much fun and I owe you so much for banging out all these delicious words and listening to me babble on about FUTURE SPACE everything.

You are awesome and this fic is amazing. Again, thank you.
Oct. 1st, 2012 05:28 pm (UTC)
If it takes both of us a full day to articulate feels this is a really slow conversation. Like ents.

I just. I won NaNo twice. I wrote 120,000 words of NaNo. AO3 says I've written 90,000 words of fic. It all pales in comparison with robots. Robots was more time, more effort, and more fun than probably all that other fic put together, and I'm more proud of it than I am of anything I've ever written. And you were there for all of it. Every step. It would have been unthinkable without you. So. Thank you.

Bacon grease everywhere.
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