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I HAVE DISCOVERED PURE JOY
A while ago I wrote a wee Torchwood/Doctor Who ficlet called Boe, Face of (file under "B"). Someone translated it into Russian. Tooling around on google led me to discover that google had helpfully translated it back into English for me.
The result is truly stunning, and I've re-posted it below the cut for posterity.
More translated (and subsequently google-translated) fics you may be familiar with can be found here.
The result is truly stunning, and I've re-posted it below the cut for posterity.
Name: Bo, A (file under the letter "B")
Author: Hope (angstslashhope @ LJ)
Translation: Olga
Rating: PG-13
Peyring / Heroes: Yanto, Owen, Jack in the different variants
Crossover with Doctor Who. "
Warning: tricks with time; wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey, as govarival our dear Doctor.
From the interpreter: honestly admit that afford some liberties.
Disclaimer: Torchvud belongs to BBC, as well as all of his characters. The author and translator Fick did not derive any material benefit from their use.
Permission for translation: An.
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As Yanto's way on the field, consistency nefarious substance under his feet changed - fluid mud became thicker, and now resembled a jelly. Shoes, when a perfectly clean and sparkling, perepachkalis in this shit, they rip out of the sludge had to be difficult, and each step accompanied by indecent champ.
Rear delivered similar sounds, alternating dissatisfied grunt and cry, full of disgust, but Yanto preferred to look under your feet, rather than to look back every time, as Owen will tell the world about their attitude to what is happening. When Yanto had to slow down a step, Owen caught up with him and went close - they are now Brela ankle-deep in a thick liquid that continues to flow from its source - a pile of fragments, on the type of glass or pleksiglasovyh. Yanto wisely chose not to touch those that are scattered to the sides.
Owen pulled gloves and they came up with Yanto another pair of clumsy, champ steps to the body, located in the midst of all this ugliness. Well, at least, Yanto decided that it is all the same body, and even the limbs, but not two-footed. On the other hand, not all the newcomers - and not all of the body, for that matter - have a couple of limbs. However, the specific mass of wrinkled flesh with lots of soft schupalets not fit under any one of the descriptions stored in the archives Torchvuda.
- It looks like it was a reservoir - Owen muttered, after a bold attempt to pick up even closer to the body, not udelavshis to the eye. He pointed to the fragments that should be used to contain the very essence and its ... pickle? – Can someone whose baby animals?
Yanto one's lips, portraying the hard work of thought. - Hmm, I would not call it nice and fluffy.
Owen fyrknul, but not turned around, and vice versa - bent down, Looking at their find. - Wow! I think it is still alive!
Yanto sighed, struggling with a selfish disappointment - but what can you do if much easier to deal with a corpse - and pochavkal to Owen.The body, with closer examination turned out not so much the body, but ... person, certainly a human (which is even more alarming), but too big.
Immediately it became clear that Owen had in mind - the substance of the lips slightly pulled, and it has ever but then suddenly opened his eyes. Owen cursed and sharahnulsya was back, but the adhesive zhizha did not want him to let go.
A Yanto measurements, are not able to give sight of the stranger. In front was a huge reason, and Yanto clearly felt that it carefully examined. It rained. Wet hair prilipli to the forehead, with their dribble. Yanto several times morgnul.
- Hi, - say this thing, but her lips moved not, but the words sounded right at Yanto in the head. But even this is an alarming discovery was not able to kill one more - very unexpected - emotions that come along with the greeting. Analogue of a mild smiles.
- Damn poderi - murmured Owen, flop on the dirt around the huge head. - I have no idea how to check the status of this thing. Suddenly, she suffered from falling down? Foreign bodies in general have it? If this behemoth in consciousness, we could try to make contact. Without schupalets, of course.
- Hello - politely answered Yanto. The answer was a regular twitching lips, and - what led Owen once again rap out an oath - a pair of schupalets stir. - We - Torchvud. Apparently, you failed at ...
- ... Rift - again zavibriroval Yanto voice in his head the stranger, only this time with no doubt that his country's interlocutor amuse happening. Yanto not understand what is funny, but concluded that the feeling he likes. Its as if washed by waves of pleasant emotions. - Rift in time and space.
The stranger spoke slowly, and by the time he finished the sentence, Owen stared in astonishment at Yanto. Which, however, it was not until the doctor Harper.
- So, you can read my thoughts? - Said he felt a bit like a fish out of pan and quickly trying to remember everything learned in the course of telepathic tehnikamu in Torchvude One.
- Oh, this is what we all fucking do not have enough ...
- Actually - no.
Yanto listened to it with great relief.
- My name is Yanto Jones - said he was hushed, not knowing how tactical move to the next item. Then he decided that it is better to formulate the issue as soon as possible steamlining to avoid random grievances:
- Are you ...?
- A Bo.
Yanto nahmurilsya slightly, but then odernul themselves. For example, and what is it? Name of race, name or part of the body? More recently, it was like - unless, of course, the fact that the person to speak perfect English, was once linked to the origin of species. Interestingly - if the person that Bo turned out here, then where are the rest of the body?
Yanto knocked on headphones, having noticed the edge of the eye that Owen will do the same.
- Sir.
- Yes, Yanto.
- The name or title "Face of Bo" you of something said?
The resulting long pause. Typically, for a time, Jack has been replaced by a theme or idea would be something else that does not confess to their ignorance on this particular issue.
But the captain was silent, but zashipela, connect the second line, and Owen suggested: - A huge head with the tentacles. He lives in an aquarium. But the head Yanto she liked it too. But how? Do not recall?
Yanto Had not heard this sound before (or after hours), he took him for interference on the line. At the end of the line someone suddenly stopped short of air.
- Maybe - gently stretched Jack after a pause. - So he is alive? And in the mind, as I understand it?
- Yes - Yanto affirmed, noting that Jack immediately started to call find «it», not «he» or «it». He decided to remember for the future and referred to strangeness and tension in the voice of Jack.
- Okay. I think that pulled it into hub does not make sense.
- What? But ... - Troubled Owen. Under his feet again zachavkalo.
- Sir?
- Case of tentacles - once it was clear that Jack is lying shamelessly. Now he depicted an American, with all his reverence trying to speak with a British accent. - These things are not for me, baby.
Yanto pomorschilsya unwittingly, to spare - in that time - that gave Jack films about Austin Powers.
- I will send to you Tosh - Jack continued, not noticing grievances of their subordinates. A rather even noticing, but not without feeling the slightest compassion. - She remove it from there.
Communication was interrupted.
- Beautiful dress - observed Face of Bo, and Yanto felt like it in my pocket climbs tentacle.
More translated (and subsequently google-translated) fics you may be familiar with can be found here.
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ODERNUL YOURSELF, HOPE!
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Also, I'm changing the name of my dreamwidth to Analogue of a mild smiles.
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also - Damn poderi - murmured Owen, flop on the dirt around the huge head. - I have no idea how to check the status of this thing. Suddenly, she suffered from falling down? Foreign bodies in general have it? If this behemoth in consciousness, we could try to make contact. Without schupalets, of course.
Of course.
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I love that Owen has somehow become a Lolcat in translation.
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A fish out of pan? oh even better.
Damn poderi.
I must read the original now (because, yes, I'm not in who/tw fandom, so am woefully unaware of all the finer points) (rather like the fish, actually).
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In front was a huge reason, and Yanto clearly felt that it carefully examined.
This is amazing.
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Of course. *dies*
Via friendsfriends & late late late, but... OMG. *g* Quite apart from all the *other* lolarity, I love how there's hardly a sentence of it that isn't partially still in Russian. Conclusion: Google fails at verbs! Even super-easy ones!
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