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I think it could be fun either way! Maybe droids DO have readable minds, but they're glitchy and weird—like the trippy fractal bizarreness of Deep Dream. Alternately there's just a void where Hux's thoughts should be, and that's how Ren starts to figure it out. His choices are suddenly: Hux is Force-sensitive enough to block Ren entirely OR Hux is a robot—and he immediately decides that sycophant's a ROBOT, because the idea of Hux being a Force user is just fucking upsetting.

Smoked too much weed and got excited about the idea of someone trying to mind read Google Deep Dream, so, uh, here is something:

Something was wrong with General Hux. Ren had certain expectations about the minds of military men: keen edges and sharp organization, orderly consciousnesses underpinned by well-repressed manifestations of sentimentality or pedestrian depravities. Even the best of the Knights of Rens' tacticians shared a keen sense of observation and a certain personal distance, quite in line with Hux's demeanor.

But inside his head, Hux was more an acid trip than an orderly file cabinet.

No matter how focused he was on a task, underneath his sense of himself he played a constant game of free association, utterly arbitrary in both its connections and emphases.

While he engaged with the slow grind of bureaucracy, he could simultaneously experience a kind of waking dream in which certain words or phrases triggered vast shifts in his consciousness. The face of someone speaking might initiate a waterfall of images of that face, from previous meetings and various angles, creating a kind of mega-composite that was both more and less accurate a representation than the actual person in front of him.

Shows of emotions—Hux's were apparently limited to: displeasure, impatience, outrage, apprehension—were quite divorced from his mental state, and it was only by mistake that Ren realized they were triggered as much by other people's attitudes as by the words they actually said. His own anger and casual disregard for Hux's rules frequently produced outrage; visible cringing caused impatience; generally only Snoke was capable of producing apprehension. ("Displeased" seemed his default mode.)

Once, returning to the Finalizer exhausted after an embarrassing failure, Ren had lacked the energy even to respond to Hux's inquiries with his usual scorn, and had said in a flat voice:

"I failed. They're blocking our sensors, and the Force was inadequate compensation."

And instead of Hux's usual lemon-sucking contempt, Ren's neutrality had been met in kind. "Yes," Hux said simply. "I'll see what our engineers can do."

Further experiment had yielded similar results: Hux's emotional responses had to be triggered by specific stimuli or they failed to appear.

"Like a goddamned lab rat," Ren had muttered to himself. "Learning the rules without understanding them."

Like a machine teaching itself to think.

And once he'd had the idea, it was impossible to let go.

The massive computer systems that ran the Finalizer had in no way achieved sentience, but there was a thrum that still represented them in the Force, their sheer power rendering them real. Doids registered more as insects; simplistic and predictable in their motivations and actions. There was not so much a mind to read as a flowchart of limited possibilities. Hux was not an insect, nor a noise, nor a flowchart. And yet there was something of all of those things in him, magnified until it could achieve some approximation of human complexity.

Ren confronted Snoke after a meeting where he'd been in clear favor and Hux, suffering serious construction setbacks, was dismissed early.

"The General isn't..." he said slowly.

"You certainly aren't about to make excuses on his behalf," Snoke said, a slow smile curling his outsized face. The Supreme Leader did this occasionally, making non-sequiturs that were either a sign of senility or of such a deep connection to the Force that he was responding to eddies and currents beyond Ren's ability even to perceive.

"The General isn't a human being," Ren said finally.

Snoke's smile now was as close to sincere as it ever appeared. "Have you only just noticed?"

"I felt an... absence." Ren hesitated, then decided he was merely flattering himself that Snoke wasn't already intimate with his every worst idea. "I thought he was merely a sociopath, or perhaps that he had some limited abilities to shield himself from the Force."

"I suppose both of these things are true, in their way. Hux is an experiment that's succeeded quite beyond what we dared to hope."

Ren waited, but Snoke offered no additional details.

"I shouldn't think it would matter what Hux is," Snoke added, "except to your pride."

But somehow the opposite was true: Ren could see his own outbursts now as a symptom of his essential humanity rather than an inability to control himself.

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Ren waited until this knowledge had settled in, probing at Hux's "mind" more freely now that he knew the man—droid?—was incapable of discerning these intrusions. What finally drew him to Hux's quarters was wondering whether it slept, or pretended to sleep.

The General answered its door in full uniform, with none of the disarray or exhaustion Ren might have expected from a human being interrupted in the middle of the night. It raised one eyebrow but said nothing, and after a moment stepped aside to let Ren into its rooms.

"Snoke told me what you are," Ren said, when the door slid closed behind him.

Hux blinked.

Ren waited for a denial.

As he waited he realized that Hux blinked at exact intervals.

"Now that I know to look for it," said Ren, "I can't believe it isn't common knowledge."

Hux sat down at the desk, posture perfect. "I believe it would be poor for morale, for the Stormtroopers to realize that their military commands were shaped by algorithms rather than..." it paused, pursing its lips, and as an expression of slight distaste came over its face, Ren had to consider the possibility that Hux was capable of spontaneous emotional displays after all. "...the random neural impulses that your kind value so highly."

Ren drifted towards him, looming slightly. "And you aren't afraid of what I could do with this knowledge?"

Hux waved him away with one hand. "I represent a great deal of time and resources expended on Snoke's personal orders. You aren't in a position to threaten me without bringing devastating reprisals down on yourself."

Ren leaned down towards it, bringing his mask quite close to Hux's face. It was not lost on him that, to a casual observer, he would appear the more artificial of the two. "And you think I'm a man afraid of reprisals?"

"I think the Dark Side is composed of fear and anger and hate, and that it is the former of these emotions that has provided your personal impetus in pursuing the latter two."

Ren stepped back. It was the blank affect with which they were delivered as much as the words themselves that undid him.

"Of course, I will continue to publicly denigrate your powers as a Force user," Hux continued, in the same neutral voice. "It gives you ample opportunity to demonstrate the Force before troops who might be otherwise inclined to doubt, and Snoke has found you a more effective public figure when you have a foil against whom to rail."

"A fucking droid to rail against," Ren snapped out.

"I've found that word inadequate to convey my capabilities."

Ren was almost too irritated to ask, but of course he hadn't become the person he had by denying his own impulse. "All right," he said softly. "What word do you use?"

And the slight smile that broke across Hux's face looked terribly human. "I prefer the word 'General.'"

Aaaaahhhhhhh I really, really love droid!Hux. I find the way you've represented his thought processes absolutely fascinating.

Oh, I love this! Especially that last line - it's killed me, it's so perfect and in-character!

Holy shit, that was great! And what a closer! You should smoke too much weed more often. :)

Believe me, I try.

OP here: totally dug this! The end with them trying to one-up each other delighted me—droid or not, Hux is still a dick. You are a delight and your droid is a delight and your Ren is a delight, ALL IS FORGIVEN re: lack of filthy man-on-artificial-man-sex

"As he waited he realized that Hux blinked at exact intervals." <3 <3 <3

Oh, that last line is cute and a little chilling. I like this fill, good job!

God damn droid Hux is amazing and weirdly empowering???

This was fucking superb. I love weed even more now.

irl kink meme meet-up where we just smoke a bowl and go see Star Wars in the middle of the day so we can have the theater to ourselves while we yell shit at the screen

I can attest that this is a great experience.

Just give me a time and place so I can be late and lost and higher than cloud city.

"Just kiss him!"

And now Kylo has to deal with having a boner for a droid.

grandpa vader never had 2 deal with this

Love the mind and habits of the machine slowly revealed.

And is that a hint of hubris and self determination at the end? Or simply more A++ programming and manipulation by Snoke to rile up Kylo even more?

this was great!

Popped this on AO3 with minor edits. Will continue it for two or three more parts in true half-assed stoner fashion, because people liked it and it makes me happy when people like my work. If you're hoping for a plot or some smut, prepare to be disappointed—but if you like discrete character-oriented vignettes about an evil dude and an evil robot hanging out, BUDDY THIS MIGHT BE FOR YOU.

http://archiveofourown.org/collections/tfakink/works/6060112

if you like discrete character-oriented vignettes about an evil dude and an evil robot hanging out, BUDDY THIS MIGHT BE FOR YOU.

p sure this is all I've ever wanted in life

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