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1: awakening
May. 6th, 2013 11:47 pmIt started with a --
sigh? no a
pulse not breath (what's breath?) but rhythm
Systems check running.
Root systems functional.
Spark chamber registers abnormality, but well within operational parameters.
Braincase functional.
Energon processing systems functional.
Other processing systems functional.
Hydraulics functional.
Self-repair systems functional.
Primary system check: OK
pulse
do i have a name? no. i am -- but. systems. where is?
Sensory systems check.
Tactile systems online.
Underneath -- warm metal. Gently warm. Alive. Pulsing, buzzing. Feeling...
Olfactory systems online.
Gustatory systems online.
Smell of... ... ozone and oil and metal, somehow... comforting. Home.
Auditory systems online
Pounding gears, pistons and... voices.
"Systems registering functional so far. This one... his intelligence stat is much higher than expected."
"Really? I thought you'd calibrated it for average intelligence?"
"You know full well that calibration does nothing, the Vector Sigma device adds... oddities. And if it didn't, we would be no better than mindless automatons anyway. Though it does disturb me that these have gotten such... weapons."
"They're military models, they're made for that. Besides, I think this one's mostly equipped with EMP rays."
Visual systems online.
Speech systems online.
Light.
Dim golden light, the glow of forges, spinning gears, clanging pistons. Pulse. More regular, now.
"Am... why can't I move...?" It comes out like an angry demand. But yes! Why not!? He needed to be... somewhere. Right?
"Did you activate his speech centers...?" sighs one. Green and white. Tall. Large lensed tube on shoulder.
"I don't control the boot sequence," says the other, red and gold.
"Answer me!" he demands.
The green one adjusts... something, his optics. He adjusts his optics slightly, fingers fiddling with the small wheels embedded in his skull. "You are still being activated. Welcome to the world, Seeker Unit 001. Your motor systems should come online shortly, we ask that you try not to move. Also, don't use your transformation cog yet."
Pulse.
Activating motor systems.
Primary locomotion systems online.
Flight systems dormant but functional.
Transformation cog dormant but functional.
ETA to functionality: two solar cycles.
Testing weapons systems.
Primary lasers dormant but functional.
Null rays dormant but functional.
Cluster bomb systems dormant but functional.
"I have cluster bombs," he said. "You should note that."
He tried to stand. They told him not to but he did have places to be. And he fell. Flat on his face.
"We told you," said green. Green helped him to his feet, and he scowled. He had a good look at his hands, now, blue to the elbow, white elsewhere; his chest, red save for that yellow bit, blue feet... and...
The weight on his back. What was that...? They were so perfect. He needed to be somewhere. Needed to touch the sky.
A blue one was nearby and he recognized that it was,
"That's my brother?"
"Unit 000, yes," said red. He sat down nearby, suspiciously observing this other, who observed him right back. And, down the line behind them, came a violet one. "Unit 002?"
"Yes," said Green. "Once we've got you three online we'll be taking you for preliminary training. Testing, to see if we should run the rest of your line."
He didn't listen. He was too busy flexing and unflexing his servos, watching the gears and pistons work, feeling everything in his body, every gear, every wire...
He felt...
alive
sigh? no a
pulse not breath (what's breath?) but rhythm
Systems check running.
Root systems functional.
Spark chamber registers abnormality, but well within operational parameters.
Braincase functional.
Energon processing systems functional.
Other processing systems functional.
Hydraulics functional.
Self-repair systems functional.
Primary system check: OK
pulse
do i have a name? no. i am -- but. systems. where is?
Sensory systems check.
Tactile systems online.
Underneath -- warm metal. Gently warm. Alive. Pulsing, buzzing. Feeling...
Olfactory systems online.
Gustatory systems online.
Smell of... ... ozone and oil and metal, somehow... comforting. Home.
Auditory systems online
Pounding gears, pistons and... voices.
"Systems registering functional so far. This one... his intelligence stat is much higher than expected."
"Really? I thought you'd calibrated it for average intelligence?"
"You know full well that calibration does nothing, the Vector Sigma device adds... oddities. And if it didn't, we would be no better than mindless automatons anyway. Though it does disturb me that these have gotten such... weapons."
"They're military models, they're made for that. Besides, I think this one's mostly equipped with EMP rays."
Visual systems online.
Speech systems online.
Light.
Dim golden light, the glow of forges, spinning gears, clanging pistons. Pulse. More regular, now.
"Am... why can't I move...?" It comes out like an angry demand. But yes! Why not!? He needed to be... somewhere. Right?
"Did you activate his speech centers...?" sighs one. Green and white. Tall. Large lensed tube on shoulder.
"I don't control the boot sequence," says the other, red and gold.
"Answer me!" he demands.
The green one adjusts... something, his optics. He adjusts his optics slightly, fingers fiddling with the small wheels embedded in his skull. "You are still being activated. Welcome to the world, Seeker Unit 001. Your motor systems should come online shortly, we ask that you try not to move. Also, don't use your transformation cog yet."
Pulse.
Activating motor systems.
Primary locomotion systems online.
Flight systems dormant but functional.
Transformation cog dormant but functional.
ETA to functionality: two solar cycles.
Testing weapons systems.
Primary lasers dormant but functional.
Null rays dormant but functional.
Cluster bomb systems dormant but functional.
"I have cluster bombs," he said. "You should note that."
He tried to stand. They told him not to but he did have places to be. And he fell. Flat on his face.
"We told you," said green. Green helped him to his feet, and he scowled. He had a good look at his hands, now, blue to the elbow, white elsewhere; his chest, red save for that yellow bit, blue feet... and...
The weight on his back. What was that...? They were so perfect. He needed to be somewhere. Needed to touch the sky.
A blue one was nearby and he recognized that it was,
"That's my brother?"
"Unit 000, yes," said red. He sat down nearby, suspiciously observing this other, who observed him right back. And, down the line behind them, came a violet one. "Unit 002?"
"Yes," said Green. "Once we've got you three online we'll be taking you for preliminary training. Testing, to see if we should run the rest of your line."
He didn't listen. He was too busy flexing and unflexing his servos, watching the gears and pistons work, feeling everything in his body, every gear, every wire...
He felt...
alive
