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purplekitteI spent most of episode 120 thinking, Wow, his reactions to what's going on are not the same as the other victims-of-the-week, but he is looking straight up at her.
Title: It's Alive
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purplekitte
Theme: Monster Mash--Science experiment
Genre: Romance, Comedy
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
“I’ve done it! It’s alive! Ha ha ha! Ha ha…” Sergei Asimov’s attempts at an evil laugh dissolved into a fit of hacking coughing. “Okay, maybe not that much.”
“Hm?” asked the awakening form on the experimental slab.
“They said I’d never do it. Actually, they said I’d never do it because I’m a theoretical physicist and not a biologist, engineer, and medical doctor, but they were wrong!”
“I’m sorry, but who are you?” asked the green-haired girl, sitting up.
“You don’t remember?”
U-Pasokon searched her recent memory. “Mimete had me fighting Sailor Moon.”
“And…?”
She looked at the man and thought hard. “Right, I was supposed to steal our pure heart crystal.”
The human nodded empathetically at the daimon and turned a bit redder in the face. “That day changed my life. Never have I met a woman like you. A scantily clad, electric pink-skinned woman with a computer in the middle of her chest, but all the same.”
“You reanimated me?” She stood up slowly amidst a clattering of mice and wires.”
Asimov nodded. “I took your monitor and the crystal you left behind.”
“It wasn’t broken.”
“No.”
“But why?” He didn’t have the overshadowed look of the Professor or the pure malice of Mimete or Tellu.
“We, uh, never got that kiss you asked me for.”
U-Pasokon’s pink cheeks turned a clashing shade of red. “Oh, that.”
Title: It's Alive
Author:
purplekitteTheme: Monster Mash--Science experiment
Genre: Romance, Comedy
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
“I’ve done it! It’s alive! Ha ha ha! Ha ha…” Sergei Asimov’s attempts at an evil laugh dissolved into a fit of hacking coughing. “Okay, maybe not that much.”
“Hm?” asked the awakening form on the experimental slab.
“They said I’d never do it. Actually, they said I’d never do it because I’m a theoretical physicist and not a biologist, engineer, and medical doctor, but they were wrong!”
“I’m sorry, but who are you?” asked the green-haired girl, sitting up.
“You don’t remember?”
U-Pasokon searched her recent memory. “Mimete had me fighting Sailor Moon.”
“And…?”
She looked at the man and thought hard. “Right, I was supposed to steal our pure heart crystal.”
The human nodded empathetically at the daimon and turned a bit redder in the face. “That day changed my life. Never have I met a woman like you. A scantily clad, electric pink-skinned woman with a computer in the middle of her chest, but all the same.”
“You reanimated me?” She stood up slowly amidst a clattering of mice and wires.”
Asimov nodded. “I took your monitor and the crystal you left behind.”
“It wasn’t broken.”
“No.”
“But why?” He didn’t have the overshadowed look of the Professor or the pure malice of Mimete or Tellu.
“We, uh, never got that kiss you asked me for.”
U-Pasokon’s pink cheeks turned a clashing shade of red. “Oh, that.”
