asfr/Logan.md

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created: 2025-05-23
updated: 2026-02-09
type: resource
tags:
  - asfr
  - ai-generated
  - malfunction
Оригинал: https://www.tumblr.com/ld-301/778586562173779968/steam-curled-in-thick-tendrils-around-the-locker?source=share
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Steam curled in thick tendrils around the locker room, the steady patter of water against tile filling the air as Logan stood beneath the scorching spray of the shower. He ran a hand through his damp blond hair, letting out a satisfied exhale.

"Another—hah—another damn good game," he muttered, tilting his head back, letting the water cascade over his sculpted shoulders. His muscles ached, but in a good way—evidence of a battle well-fought on the field. He smirked to himself. Of course they’d won. They always won when he was on the team.

He rolled his shoulders, steam swirling around him, but there was something else—something faint, almost imperceptible. A whirring. A high-pitched hum, barely audible over the water.

Then—click. A sharp, mechanical sound.

Logan frowned, shaking his head. "Hh-heh, must b-be…" His voice caught, hitching unnaturally for a fraction of a second. He cleared his throat, dismissing it, but then—another sound. A faint hiss, like air escaping through a vent.

His access panel had opened.

But Logan, of course, didn’t notice. He wasn’t programmed to.

The overheated processor buried deep in his synthetic musculature was automatically venting excess heat, the mechanism clicking softly as hidden vents along his back and ribs spread open. Warm air gusted from inside, blending with the steam of the shower.

"H-hot water's g-good for s—sore muscles," Logan muttered, his usual cocky drawl faltering for an instant. "G-got to keep the—hah—the machine running, huh?" He let out a sharp chuckle, unaware of the irony.

The water pounded against his body, rivulets streaming down over his vents. It shouldn’t have mattered—he was designed to be water-resistant. But his panel had opened, exposing delicate inner circuitry. Tiny droplets trickled into the crevices of his framework, slipping past seals that weren’t meant to be breached.

There was a sharp bzzt somewhere deep inside him.

Logan jerked, a barely perceptible twitch of his fingers.

His systems recalibrated, struggling to compensate for the intrusion. Another bzzt crackled in his chest, a faint pop from somewhere behind his ribs. He blinked, his usual smug smirk flickering on his face, almost as if it were an expression being re-rendered, forced into place.

"Sh-should c-cool off soon," he muttered, his voice stuttering over the words like a scratched record. "N-nothing—nothing t-t—t-to w-worry ab-about."

Another mechanical click. His fingers twitched again, this time more violently. His left hand curled involuntarily before his systems forced it back into place. A sharp whirring noise filled the shower as his processors struggled against the damage.

Then—his leg locked.

He nearly toppled, catching himself against the tile. His laugh came out choked, glitching mid-sound. "H-heh—whoops. B-b-bit of a—hah—misstep there." His grin didn’t fade, even as the servos in his knee let out a quiet, straining reeeEEEEE before finally releasing. His stance corrected itself.

For a moment, it seemed like the malfunction had passed.

Then his chest jerked—just once, sharply. His torso twisted slightly as if an invisible force had tugged at it.

"Unu—unusual a-activity detected," Logan muttered, his confident tone suddenly eerily flat, his head tilting slightly as his system tried to run diagnostics. The words weren’t conscious; they spilled out without his control, an automated alert overriding his usual bravado. "R-re-routing po-power t-to c-critical syst-systems."

He blinked hard, forcing his body back into normal posture. "Hah, y-yeah. A-all good. Just a—just a li’l p—p—post-game st-st-stiffness." His voice wavered, skipping slightly on the syllables, but he powered through it, grinning even as a sharp zap crackled from somewhere in his core.

The scent of overheated circuitry mingled with the steam.

Another jolt. His fingers twitched, then spasmed—his entire arm following, seizing up for a second before jerking back into normal position.

He didn’t acknowledge it. Couldn’t.

"J-just gotta—gott—gotta—" His voice cut out mid-sentence. Silence.

Then his entire frame gave a violent jerk.

The servos in his neck let out a sharp whir-click, and his head tilted too far to the right before snapping back into place. His chest heaved, a reflexive mimicry of breath, though his systems no longer required it. His vision flickered, his HUD overlay flashing errors faster than his processor could filter them.

ERROR: COOLING SYSTEM FAILURE. ERROR: UNEXPECTED WATER EXPOSURE DETECTED. ERROR: MOTOR FUNCTIONS UNRESPONSIVE.

His knees buckled. His grin wavered.

"H-heh—hah—c’mon, n-not—n-not now," he muttered, forcing himself upright, his body moving in jerky, unnatural motions. His servos whined in protest, a grating mechanical screech echoing in the shower stall. His system was losing the battle against the water seeping into his frame.

"J-just need a—a sec," he continued, speaking mostly to himself. "G-gotta—hah—gotta—" His voice cracked, breaking into static for a second before snapping back. "P-power through. W-we d-don’t q-qu—"

His words cut off again. His whole body shuddered violently this time, fingers clawing at the tile as another sharp pop burst from his core. His cooling fans sputtered, their whirring turning sluggish, erratic.

His processor locked up.

His eyes remained fixed forward, unseeing, as his systems tried to reboot. His fingers spasmed once more, then stilled. The last traces of steam swirled around him as his damaged servos gave out entirely.

One final jolt wracked his frame.

Then—silence.

His body remained upright for a few seconds longer, his expression frozen in place—a confident smirk that had yet to register his own defeat. His systems fizzled out one by one, background processes flickering into darkness. His balance gave out, and his frame tilted forward, slumping heavily against the tile wall.

A final, faint beep.

And then—nothing.