FICLETTINO: Ogi Ogas/Sai Gaddam, or: My Response to the Neuroscience Fail Survey

[lobelia321]

Title: Who Wants To Be A Neuroscientist?
Author: Me
Race of author: I'm skipping this rubric.
Biological sex of author at birth: Other.
Sexual orientation of author: North.
Year in which author first tongue-kissed: 1976. I believe this to be a most salient (and scientific) detail, pertinent to especially lines 23-27 of the fic below.
Level of neurological activity within author: Beta.
Fandom: Cognitive Neuroscience Fanfiction Survey
Pairing: Ogi Ogas / Sai Gaddam
Rating: 18. NC-17. Adult.
Subsidiary fandom: Who Wants To Be A Millionaire (the episode with Ogi / Sai)
Category: Real-person slash, whee!
Length: 843 words.
Warning: This fiction may affect the neural dynamics of your crack!cortex. You have been WARNED!
Disclaimer: I do not know the people represented herein personally. What I know I have gleaned from entirely public internet platforms. This is a work of amateur fiction. None of it is true. None of it ever happened nor will it ever happen. I made it up. No personal libel is intended. No money is made.
Acknowledgments: This text includes phrases quoted from the websites linked above (under the rubric 'Pairing') and from this email exchange.
A/N: A memristor device.

Who Wants To Be A Neuroscientist?


The telephone rings. It is Ogi, ringing a friend.

It was easy, ringing his friend during the game show. The adrenaline had been pumping, the money had been beckoning, Sai's voice had been firm and forceful over the speaker phone.

But things are different now. Now it is only the receiver pressed against damp skin, and Sai's voice pouring, hot and crackly, into the cochlear fluids of Ogi's inner ear.

"Professor Ogas?" says the voice, and the fluids wobble and vibrate in ecstatic throes of cognition.

"Please. How often do I have to tell you, Sai? Call me Ogi."

"Okay, sir. I mean, Prof... I mean..."

Even the stutterings of his student send subcortical shivers down Ogi's dentate gyrus.

"Now listen, Sai. After our amazing victory today..."

"Your victory," says Sai modestly.

"Our victory, Sai. Our victory! The victory of neurological mnemotechnologistic research versus the televisual colossi of mammon! Science over greed! Mind over matter!"

A ticking noise interrupts Ogi's raptures.

"Sai, what is that? What are you doing? Are you doing something while I'm talking to you? You're not playing Tetris on your phone, are you?"

"Goodness no. Um. I'm just adjusting my nanoscale memristor devices here."

"Oh."

Silence ensues. Several unilateral thought patterns patter across Ogi's frontal lobe. His fingers twitch.

"Your memristor devices, eh?"

"Yes, sir. It is they, after all, that enabled me... I mean to say, when you rang from the TV studio where the quiz show was taking place, when they were asking you the million-dollar question and you rang a friend, well, it was the memristor devices that suggested the answer, wasn't it?"

Ogi's intestines turn to oil. "Hang up the phone," he says.

"Hang up?"

"Don't argue. Hang up the phone."

"Okay, boss."

Sai hangs up the phone.

Ogi hangs up the phone and opens the door to Sai's office.

Receiver in hand, Ogi advances into the lab, towards Sai, towards the memristor device balanced between Sai's thumb and forefinger.

"But professor..."

"Shut up and undo my zip."

"How can I, with the memris..." But then Sai understands, sinks to his knees and, carefully protecting his outstretched hand, puts his teeth to dizzying primate use.

"There," says Ogi. Harsh sounds gust past his swollen vocal folds. "And now-- insert."

"But... is this a physiologically plausible neural model?"

"Fuck plausibility. Just... oh yes."

The nanoscale memristor device slides in easily, lubricating itself against the renal cavity. Tiny charges spark along its prongs. Heat suffuses cool metal. Matter engulfs mind. Claws extend. Antennae unfurl. Whole universes rotate in the arse of darkness.

"Oh god," says Ogi. Sweat drips from behind his designer specs.

"Well, that is a misleading invocation," mumbles Sai. "God is not a source of data, nor even the subject of our research."

"Christ," says Ogi. The lab convulses.

"But I suppose you are speaking in metaphors," continues Sai. "Not that I know a lot about metaphors. After all, I don't in any way wish to acquire titillating behaviour."

"Of course not," gasps Ogi. "This is all strictly scientific."

"Strictly scientific," echoes Sai.

"Research," moans Ogi. "Not at all fetishistic."

"Definitely not. Neurological only."

Ogi cries out with boyish activity. Sai grunts a heterosexual grunt.

The memristor falls to the ground. It tinkles against the tiles. Its tines glisten.

"Congratulations, Professor O... I mean, sir. You have once again demonstrated that the next stage of understanding the commonality and connectedness of desire is here."

"Not so fast," says Ogi, holding onto a microsurger for support. His legs buckle and buck up again. "I need a digestive rest. This situation is evolving too speedily for my neuroprocessors."

"Achcha. You're as slow as Akshay Kumar on a bad day. Now, please, stay there while I do my measurements. And remember to wire me fifty percent of that quiz show money."

"Sure, Sai. As soon as you upload that chick lit survey. And quit babbling about that Bolshywood stuff."

"Bollywood, sir. Love me truly and I'll be your lab assistant forever."

So he does, and he is, and they live happily ever after, in effervescent multilaterality and apparent heteronormativity.

Liek, 4 evah + evah.

THE END
1 September 2009

Comments

[isiscolo.livejournal.com]

Hee! Rule 34 in action! Take THAT.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thank you, oh girlish one! ;-)

Are you sure it's Rule 34? And not some other rool?

[trickofthedark.livejournal.com]

Exxxxcellent! *cries with laughter*

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Glad to be of (girlish) assistance.

I can't believe how hooked I am by this new fail/fandom. *rubs eyes*

[ithiliana.livejournal.com]

*hands you the internet before collapsing in helpless laughter*

**goes to link**

(There's another fic in um the thread at Ogi's journal--maybe we ought to start keeping a whole list!!!!)

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Yes, luckily I read that other fic before Ogi Wan went into lock-down. Oh, dip your toe into the boiling moist waters of girlishness and risk getting drowned. Oh dear.

Thanks for the internet, at any rate! Now, where to store it?

[capra-maritimus.livejournal.com]

*applause*

I almost want to get them to read it, but I suppose it would be too much to expect that they'd run away screaming and never come back.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Hahah, I love to imagine their faces at various stages of all this. :-) Thank you!

[esmeraldus-neo.livejournal.com]

Oh dear lord.

One, you're the wind beneath my wings.

Two, my eyes, my eyes, the goggles do nothing.

I have to go twitch in the corner now.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

*hearts your icon* (in a very girlish gesture)

Thank you! I certainly enjoyed reading your comments around this failish place! :-)

[hufflepuffer]

Lol.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Indeed. :-) thx

[toujours-nigel.livejournal.com]

:D

I lou your bren, totes.

D'you think they'll leave now?

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Yes, my bren is neurologically formidable. Or girlish. Or other.

Sai has not yet left the building but Ogi wan Kenobi is in flock meltdown! Oh fandom.

[(Anonymous)]

ROFLOL!

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

thk you, :-) *rofls, too*

[elf]

This post has been included in a linkspam roundup. I'm hoping we get enough Ogi/Sai to start an archive.

[softestbullet (from livejournal.com)]

I have absolutely no doubt that we will.

[starlady38.livejournal.com]

Heterosexual grunt!

THANK YOU.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

And a big transsexual thank you to you! :-)

*cries girlishly*

[softestbullet (from livejournal.com)]

HAhahahaha AUGH. I think that this is definitely the slash fiction I wish would happen in my life!

Re: *cries girlishly*

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

*snorfles* Which part would you like in your own life, mine dear?

Thank you!

[blackbird-song.livejournal.com]

Perfect! My frontal lobe is quivering in heuristic shock and awe, whilst my hippocampus splits itself down the middle in order to decide whether to process this as a memory to keep in the forebrain or one to store in the netherworld of the midbrain. It is as united as a heteronormative couple, though, in its thanks to you for acknowledging and correctly processing the scent of the situation about which you have written so brilliantly here. My olfactory bulb can now take comfort in knowing that the odour it detected can be properly catalogued.

Erm, that is, thank you very much for writing this, and well done! :D

Catherine

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Your feedback has stimulated my brain, lobe strobe and barrel. Pickle me tender and douse my bunsen burner, you girlish black bird.

Thank you profoundly!! :-)

[no-detective.livejournal.com]

LOL!!! Excellent, excellent work. I've been waiting for this, and it's so wonderful that YOU wrote it.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thank you, dear no_detective. It's a privilege to write for this fandom. :-)

[sheldrake.livejournal.com]

This is even better than when you wrote about Henry Jenkins. :D

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

I was thinking of Henry Jenkins as I wrote, of course! And feeling slightly worried! But not as much because I've actually read very little of Jenkins' and he's sort of a guru to some fans but Ogi/Sai? Hah! All researchable on t'nets and almost too easy a target... *g*

Thank you, m'dear!

[fera_festiva]

OMG - I'm crying. This is a thing of beauty; you win the internet a thousand times over. XD

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

*loves the icon (girlishly)*

Yes, the fail that launched a thousand internets... Thanks so much!

[rane-ab.livejournal.com]

LOLOLOL. Brilliant.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thank you, my dear rane!

[jacinthsong.livejournal.com]

OH, FANDOM. NEVER EVER EVER CHANGE.

By which I mean, this made me quiver in my irrational feminine parts! Thank you!

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

By which I mean, you make me strain sternly in my rational phallic parts!

Yes, indeed. By which I mean, phallus = brain.

I don't even know where the string is any more in this knot...

[fridgepunk.livejournal.com]

This is awesome and the best.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thank you, fridgeypunky! Hey, did they flock you down???

[viva-gloria.livejournal.com]

You are utterly without pity* and I adore you for it.

Also: WIN.

*for the hard of thinking

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Fail + fic = win. I like this maths.

Not that I could tell a plus-sign from a number line, being so girlish and all.

Thank you, m'dear Gloria!

[lj_stowaway]

AHAHAHA! Utterly brilliant!

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the comment, Stowie!! What a fandom. *gg*

[minavox.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, what a shiny new fandom! Now you only have to bring in the transsexuals somehow!

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

How a fail can transform into a fandom overnight is an alchemical (or possibly neuro-scientific) wonder! *laughs very much*

Thank you, my dear Minavox!

And isn't the memristor perhaps transsexual??

[iulia_linnea.livejournal.com]

Win!

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thank you! This has all been a lesson in 'how to transform fail into win'. Which is what fanfic is really ultimately all about, isn't it? At least that's what I conclude when thinking about HP fandom because, um, they sure spun shit to gold... (If I step on your literary toes, I do apologise!)