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Rec Category: Novel. So what's a "novel"? Some definitions say it's fics of 100,000 words and over. Wikipedia says fics of 50,000 and over. I'm going to post recs in the upper end of that range, and this one's a doozy at a bit over 400,000 words.
Characters: Nicholas Rush/Everett Young
Categories: slash
Warnings: No AO3 warnings apply. CWR added a note for the end of Ch.13 about a scene that's intense and might be triggering but doesn't quite fit AO3's warnings. On Kvikindi's remix there are tags for implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced suicide, suicidal thoughts, and implied/referenced torture.
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: The creators of the FoD story and podfic have removed all their works from AO3 and decamped from fandom, but I gather there was no drama when they left and they haven't left behind any "do not share" messages on their old tumblrs. I managed to locate working links to the fic and podfic files. If it bothers you that these FoD files weren't archived by the creators, then reading Kvikindi's AO3 remix is a good alternative.
Why This Must Be Read:
Force Over Distance by CleanWhiteRoom is a famous longfic in the SGU fandom. It's beautifully written and engrossing. In it, Nick Rush develops a psychic link to the Ancient starship Destiny, and to Everett Young.
It was podficced by Elementals - an amazing labour of love in itself given the length, and the podfic's also excellent - Elementals has a wonderful reading voice and great phrasing and delivery. I very much recommend both versions of this novel.
And it's been remixed by Kvikindi on AO3 - the (slightly longer!) remix is called A Change of Energy. The remixed fic is essentially the same story as Force over Distance, but rewritten, with some parts pretty similar and other parts with somewhat different emphasis and details. It may help to read Kvikindi's DVD commentary about the remix to get a sense of some of the differences and artistic choices.
Links: Masterpost by Snowball of links to FoD on the Wayback Machine. (The audiobook link for the podfic at this tumblr post doesn't work - use the link below). And in case that tumblr becomes defunct at some point, here are the actual Wayback Machine links to the fic:
The hallway is open and featureless.
He backtracks, his hands sliding along the walls.
“Nick.” The cognitive dissonance produced by Gloria’s voice in this moment is so intense that he comes to a stop, unsure what to do, what to think. “In here.”
She is standing inside an unfamiliar recess in the wall. Her eyes are frightened. He steps laterally into the small space. The back wall is alight with a faint blue glow. A quick sweep of his eyes over the illuminated text tells him that he’s standing in a power relay station. A relay station apparently concealed under normal circumstances.
He faces the AI.
She looks back at him.
The space is very small. They are too close to one another.
In the cross-corridor, only meters from his current position, a group of blue aliens passes through the intersection of two hallways. They don’t notice him.
“What are you going to do?” Gloria whispers.
He looks at her over the tops of his glasses and says nothing.
He does his best not to feel assaulted by the disheveled sweep of familiar hair.
He hasn’t seen her for months. Not for months. Until she had shown up this evening, on the bridge, in the midst of an ephemeral knot of human chaos, suggesting what was already in his own mind.
“I was beginning to think that you were a stress-induced hallucination,” he whispers. That remains a possibility.
“If that’s true, you must admit, I’m an unusually helpful one,” she whispers back.
“Debatable,” he replies, edging toward the corridor.
“Wait,” she says.
He feels a spike of pain in his head and ducks back, waiting for another complement of the blue aliens to pass. A few seconds faster and he would have beaten them to the chair room. He feels a brief flare of familiar frustration at Young’s obstructionist tendencies. If the man didn’t have the need to violently oppose anything that he suggested purely on principle—scratch that—purely on instinct, as the man hadn't ever evidenced much in the way of a well-thought-out worldview, then maybe they wouldn’t have half the problems that currently faced them.
“You never answered me,” she says. “What are you going to do?”
He doesn’t want to answer her.
“What happened to Dr. Franklin?”
She looks away. “He was not an excellent candidate for use of the neural interface,” she says finally. “He did not have an application-layer firewall.”
Neither will he.
Not this time.
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Rec Category: Novel. So what's a "novel"? Some definitions say it's fics of 100,000 words and over. Wikipedia says fics of 50,000 and over. I'm going to post recs in the upper end of that range, and this one's a doozy at a bit over 400,000 words.
Characters: Nicholas Rush/Everett Young
Categories: slash
Warnings: No AO3 warnings apply. CWR added a note for the end of Ch.13 about a scene that's intense and might be triggering but doesn't quite fit AO3's warnings. On Kvikindi's remix there are tags for implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced suicide, suicidal thoughts, and implied/referenced torture.
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: The creators of the FoD story and podfic have removed all their works from AO3 and decamped from fandom, but I gather there was no drama when they left and they haven't left behind any "do not share" messages on their old tumblrs. I managed to locate working links to the fic and podfic files. If it bothers you that these FoD files weren't archived by the creators, then reading Kvikindi's AO3 remix is a good alternative.
Why This Must Be Read:
Force Over Distance by CleanWhiteRoom is a famous longfic in the SGU fandom. It's beautifully written and engrossing. In it, Nick Rush develops a psychic link to the Ancient starship Destiny, and to Everett Young.
It was podficced by Elementals - an amazing labour of love in itself given the length, and the podfic's also excellent - Elementals has a wonderful reading voice and great phrasing and delivery. I very much recommend both versions of this novel.
And it's been remixed by Kvikindi on AO3 - the (slightly longer!) remix is called A Change of Energy. The remixed fic is essentially the same story as Force over Distance, but rewritten, with some parts pretty similar and other parts with somewhat different emphasis and details. It may help to read Kvikindi's DVD commentary about the remix to get a sense of some of the differences and artistic choices.
Links: Masterpost by Snowball of links to FoD on the Wayback Machine. (The audiobook link for the podfic at this tumblr post doesn't work - use the link below). And in case that tumblr becomes defunct at some point, here are the actual Wayback Machine links to the fic:
Chapters 61-71
As it may be hard for some people to read it directly from the WM interface and it's not easy to download ebooks from there, here are ebook files for the whole of FoD: (folder contains mobi, epub and docx files). Another link to ebook files made by Katie T - pdf instead of doc, epub, mobi.)
There is nowhere to go. As it may be hard for some people to read it directly from the WM interface and it's not easy to download ebooks from there, here are ebook files for the whole of FoD: (folder contains mobi, epub and docx files). Another link to ebook files made by Katie T - pdf instead of doc, epub, mobi.)
The hallway is open and featureless.
He backtracks, his hands sliding along the walls.
“Nick.” The cognitive dissonance produced by Gloria’s voice in this moment is so intense that he comes to a stop, unsure what to do, what to think. “In here.”
She is standing inside an unfamiliar recess in the wall. Her eyes are frightened. He steps laterally into the small space. The back wall is alight with a faint blue glow. A quick sweep of his eyes over the illuminated text tells him that he’s standing in a power relay station. A relay station apparently concealed under normal circumstances.
He faces the AI.
She looks back at him.
The space is very small. They are too close to one another.
In the cross-corridor, only meters from his current position, a group of blue aliens passes through the intersection of two hallways. They don’t notice him.
“What are you going to do?” Gloria whispers.
He looks at her over the tops of his glasses and says nothing.
He does his best not to feel assaulted by the disheveled sweep of familiar hair.
He hasn’t seen her for months. Not for months. Until she had shown up this evening, on the bridge, in the midst of an ephemeral knot of human chaos, suggesting what was already in his own mind.
“I was beginning to think that you were a stress-induced hallucination,” he whispers. That remains a possibility.
“If that’s true, you must admit, I’m an unusually helpful one,” she whispers back.
“Debatable,” he replies, edging toward the corridor.
“Wait,” she says.
He feels a spike of pain in his head and ducks back, waiting for another complement of the blue aliens to pass. A few seconds faster and he would have beaten them to the chair room. He feels a brief flare of familiar frustration at Young’s obstructionist tendencies. If the man didn’t have the need to violently oppose anything that he suggested purely on principle—scratch that—purely on instinct, as the man hadn't ever evidenced much in the way of a well-thought-out worldview, then maybe they wouldn’t have half the problems that currently faced them.
“You never answered me,” she says. “What are you going to do?”
He doesn’t want to answer her.
“What happened to Dr. Franklin?”
She looks away. “He was not an excellent candidate for use of the neural interface,” she says finally. “He did not have an application-layer firewall.”
Neither will he.
Not this time.
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Re: !!!
Date: 2018-06-28 05:01 am (UTC)