Stargate Atlantis Flashfiction

This is really striking and...God, I can't think of the word I want. Good thing you're better at this than I am *g* I found myself reading each paragraph twice and then three times, once for the physical detail (and OMG, some of those things just struck such a chord of memory in me, too, from the Big Chief tablet to the 5 1/2" discs to the fucking Amiga) and once more for the sense of Rodney's seriousness of purpose, his utter devotion to the small ideas that define his life, and a third time in the context of a child who is trying to create control and definitions in a world that's disfigured by insanity. I love the twinning of the bleeding-edge-ness of his technology with the, sort of, emotional conservatism of his compulsion to keep *everything,* to document *all* his thoughts, to make his interior, intellectual world immutable in the way that everything else is not. Really, I think this is extraordinary.