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Four days ago, a man by the name Mr.Fanzone came to Washington D.C. for a vacation from Detroit. Let’s just say we meet for the first time in a long time. “So, hey, um can you tell me about this Psychic girl?” I asked the man who was sipping a smoothie of the sorts. Bumblebee had told me they knew him and really did not like him. As anyone would have not expected to find this man, was at a restaurant.
The man spitted out some of his drink. “Hey!” He started. “Don’t scare me like that.” Fanzone really does not pay attention to his surroundings. I didn’t see his eyes because of those busy black eyebrows, Kind of reminds me of Brock from The Anime serie Pokemon: Gotta continue on! It’s more like continuing forever than catching Pokemon for the evil professor Oak. I’m just a little curious how anyone can see with those heavy-like eyebrows.. “Sumdac can’t be-b-b-e- alive. He’s dead.”
So, he can see!
“He’s alive, one hundred percent.” I’m not going to give you a day by day recount in what happened after being told I am a’virus’. This day has some important events in my opinion, I learned something else other than same old, same old stuff. “Soo, care to tell me what the Psychic girl is?” I was sitting in a chair right across from him.
Fanzone frowned. “Her name was Ivy” He grunted at the nickname I had referred to her as. “ And she was a bomb. Who exploded.”
“…Bomb?” How was that even possible? A person can’t be a bomb…Unless the lives of Cybertronains do not have logic when building things. “A girl was a bomb? Impossible, that’s totally absurd. It would require a lot of technical difficulties and built shell to have it is possible.”
Fanzone laughed.
“She originally was built as a bomb to destroy the entire Decepticon Fleet during Their own Great War.”
I tapped my fingers on the table. “How was ‘she’ able to live as a Techno-Organic? Bombs can’t become functioning invididuals.
Fanzone chuckled.
“Well, from what I had been told…” He paused. “No wait, here’s a simple way in how I understand it: Bomb was made, then it was given extra characteristics such as a personality in programming then it was put into some life-form object that was sent out into space, went through a portal, and round up at an elevator with a liquid like cover. When it was touched the DNA became a second…” He tapped his chin. “A second layer that merged with whatever these robots is made with. The bomb area, aka the chest model for what they refer to as Sparkchamber, became her ‘life source’…”
Now…that’s…pretty genius. Pretty much explains how she lived for the most part. If she exploded…how did she return? Recalling the hologram shows she was alive and well, being the female cybertronian of the group for the time being. It sounds fishy, her surviving and all. Did she return with a catch? Like a curse, destiny, or something that could fill the hole up arousing my suspicions. I mean, a crystal ball can’t just zap you to life without having some reasons of its own being good or bad. Mostly dark in my opinion. “Still…doesn’t explain how she survived.”
Fanzone’s bushy eyebrows rose up at once.
“Survived?” He repeated. “As in alive?” He apparently wasn’t informed clearly. Fanzone rubbed his face. “Too many shocking news in one day, I am just going to assume whatever you are saying is only my imagination. She made a shockwave throughout a good perimeter of the city risking her life to stop what those Autobots tried to do twice; only with bigger machines!” ….And He doesn’t want to acknowledge this…Decepticon lived? That’s messed up.
The man got up from the chair. “We nearly lost good people thanks to her ‘sacrifice’, and it cost lives.” The man left me behind, awestruck by how serious it sounded. Whatever happened back at Detroit shouldn’t be questioned any much longer. Sounds like the ‘Cons got enemies of their own when attempting to save a place they possibly ‘care’ about. Life is not a bunch of fun and games; it involves guns and death itself. Now this is where I realized this point in life…and that I won’t have a happy ending as most novels end with heroes safe and sound.
I concluded researching about what significance the girl had, so I searched for her name on the Autobot Data base when everyone was busy doing something I wouldn’t know at all. “Initially…she was part of a project called…Cybertronina?” I rummaged through the data more to find a surprising fact. “She was Ultra Magnus’s kid? Wow….and she bonded to Megatron, leader of all Decepticons. She single-handedly showed….” It made me speechless about her profile and something’s related to the future that I rather would not speak about. Nor tell. “Not everyone has a perfect life.”
It takes guts to get in the life of cybertronians and their wars, especially when that person could have been me. It took the breath out of me. The computer screen blinked off followed by a red wiggly line chasing after a bright white light. A loud sound came from the computer once pressing down the power button, and the strange thing is I saw red lines dart down from my finger all over the computer making it glow a bright color and create a wacky noise.
“Ah man,” I groaned. “I just broke the computer, again!” Bumblebee and Beachswiper were very curious who’s been hacking into it…which was me. The lone Techno-Organic in the crowd. My shoulders rolled. I just wish I knew how to repair my hacking mistakes, this ability just popped out of no-where when I was getting frustrated searching for Ivy’s files hidden under some heavy-hefty coding. When I was panicking how to fix this situation and not be seen, the thought about asking Bumblbee over something…probably sensitive came across my processor.
So…mostly I just went with the thought.
“Hey, Bee!”
“Do not call me that pestcile name!”
“Whateve,”
I roll my eyes.
“You got experience with Tecnhno-Organics,” I start. “Who were they?”
Bumblebee’s optics glow a faint bright red. “Sari and Leroy.” He turned his way from what seemed to be a dummy, practicing his double-stabbing attack mode with three stingers instead of two. His main two stingers were retracted. As if he anticipated my question about both, he came up with an additional response. “Leroy was….a special case. After he killed his mother and learned his sister was the creation of Autobots, he wanted to be De-technolized. It’s a painful price if you may want to become human again. The possibility of him staying alive around us was slim if he became human. He took that risk. And we saw him become a useless, weak, and injured human.”
Bumblebee’s body showed some guilt. “To think I had almost killed the boy stellar cycles ago with his sister.” He dropped a stinger to the floor. “What interest you about them? Leroys long gone; we killed him after he did what he had to do so we can tear her down.” It didn’t sound good for me. If I chose the option to become de-technologized, it would mean death for me if sticking around the Autobots for survival. I cannot, absolutely not do it. I’ll be a wreck without the Autobots. Completely a train. wreck.
“I…a man’s gotta know what a man’s gotta know to live.” I stuttered at first.
“BUMBLEBEE DID YOU BREAK THE COMPUTER!” Sumdac’s loud shriek scared me stiff…Did he ever break the computers? I looked at Bumblebee, expecting an answer otherwise not backing up what he yelled. The look on his face looks annoyed. Like he didn’t do it….this time around.
Four days ago, a man by the name Mr.Fanzone came to Washington D.C. for a vacation from Detroit. Let’s just say we meet for the first time in a long time. “So, hey, um can you tell me about this Psychic girl?” I asked the man who was sipping a smoothie of the sorts. Bumblebee had told me they knew him and really did not like him. As anyone would have not expected to find this man, was at a restaurant.
The man spitted out some of his drink. “Hey!” He started. “Don’t scare me like that.” Fanzone really does not pay attention to his surroundings. I didn’t see his eyes because of those busy black eyebrows, Kind of reminds me of Brock from The Anime serie Pokemon: Gotta continue on! It’s more like continuing forever than catching Pokemon for the evil professor Oak. I’m just a little curious how anyone can see with those heavy-like eyebrows.. “Sumdac can’t be-b-b-e- alive. He’s dead.”
So, he can see!
“He’s alive, one hundred percent.” I’m not going to give you a day by day recount in what happened after being told I am a’virus’. This day has some important events in my opinion, I learned something else other than same old, same old stuff. “Soo, care to tell me what the Psychic girl is?” I was sitting in a chair right across from him.
Fanzone frowned. “Her name was Ivy” He grunted at the nickname I had referred to her as. “ And she was a bomb. Who exploded.”
“…Bomb?” How was that even possible? A person can’t be a bomb…Unless the lives of Cybertronains do not have logic when building things. “A girl was a bomb? Impossible, that’s totally absurd. It would require a lot of technical difficulties and built shell to have it is possible.”
Fanzone laughed.
“She originally was built as a bomb to destroy the entire Decepticon Fleet during Their own Great War.”
I tapped my fingers on the table. “How was ‘she’ able to live as a Techno-Organic? Bombs can’t become functioning invididuals.
Fanzone chuckled.
“Well, from what I had been told…” He paused. “No wait, here’s a simple way in how I understand it: Bomb was made, then it was given extra characteristics such as a personality in programming then it was put into some life-form object that was sent out into space, went through a portal, and round up at an elevator with a liquid like cover. When it was touched the DNA became a second…” He tapped his chin. “A second layer that merged with whatever these robots is made with. The bomb area, aka the chest model for what they refer to as Sparkchamber, became her ‘life source’…”
Now…that’s…pretty genius. Pretty much explains how she lived for the most part. If she exploded…how did she return? Recalling the hologram shows she was alive and well, being the female cybertronian of the group for the time being. It sounds fishy, her surviving and all. Did she return with a catch? Like a curse, destiny, or something that could fill the hole up arousing my suspicions. I mean, a crystal ball can’t just zap you to life without having some reasons of its own being good or bad. Mostly dark in my opinion. “Still…doesn’t explain how she survived.”
Fanzone’s bushy eyebrows rose up at once.
“Survived?” He repeated. “As in alive?” He apparently wasn’t informed clearly. Fanzone rubbed his face. “Too many shocking news in one day, I am just going to assume whatever you are saying is only my imagination. She made a shockwave throughout a good perimeter of the city risking her life to stop what those Autobots tried to do twice; only with bigger machines!” ….And He doesn’t want to acknowledge this…Decepticon lived? That’s messed up.
The man got up from the chair. “We nearly lost good people thanks to her ‘sacrifice’, and it cost lives.” The man left me behind, awestruck by how serious it sounded. Whatever happened back at Detroit shouldn’t be questioned any much longer. Sounds like the ‘Cons got enemies of their own when attempting to save a place they possibly ‘care’ about. Life is not a bunch of fun and games; it involves guns and death itself. Now this is where I realized this point in life…and that I won’t have a happy ending as most novels end with heroes safe and sound.
I concluded researching about what significance the girl had, so I searched for her name on the Autobot Data base when everyone was busy doing something I wouldn’t know at all. “Initially…she was part of a project called…Cybertronina?” I rummaged through the data more to find a surprising fact. “She was Ultra Magnus’s kid? Wow….and she bonded to Megatron, leader of all Decepticons. She single-handedly showed….” It made me speechless about her profile and something’s related to the future that I rather would not speak about. Nor tell. “Not everyone has a perfect life.”
It takes guts to get in the life of cybertronians and their wars, especially when that person could have been me. It took the breath out of me. The computer screen blinked off followed by a red wiggly line chasing after a bright white light. A loud sound came from the computer once pressing down the power button, and the strange thing is I saw red lines dart down from my finger all over the computer making it glow a bright color and create a wacky noise.
“Ah man,” I groaned. “I just broke the computer, again!” Bumblebee and Beachswiper were very curious who’s been hacking into it…which was me. The lone Techno-Organic in the crowd. My shoulders rolled. I just wish I knew how to repair my hacking mistakes, this ability just popped out of no-where when I was getting frustrated searching for Ivy’s files hidden under some heavy-hefty coding. When I was panicking how to fix this situation and not be seen, the thought about asking Bumblbee over something…probably sensitive came across my processor.
So…mostly I just went with the thought.
“Hey, Bee!”
“Do not call me that pestcile name!”
“Whateve,”
I roll my eyes.
“You got experience with Tecnhno-Organics,” I start. “Who were they?”
Bumblebee’s optics glow a faint bright red. “Sari and Leroy.” He turned his way from what seemed to be a dummy, practicing his double-stabbing attack mode with three stingers instead of two. His main two stingers were retracted. As if he anticipated my question about both, he came up with an additional response. “Leroy was….a special case. After he killed his mother and learned his sister was the creation of Autobots, he wanted to be De-technolized. It’s a painful price if you may want to become human again. The possibility of him staying alive around us was slim if he became human. He took that risk. And we saw him become a useless, weak, and injured human.”
Bumblebee’s body showed some guilt. “To think I had almost killed the boy stellar cycles ago with his sister.” He dropped a stinger to the floor. “What interest you about them? Leroys long gone; we killed him after he did what he had to do so we can tear her down.” It didn’t sound good for me. If I chose the option to become de-technologized, it would mean death for me if sticking around the Autobots for survival. I cannot, absolutely not do it. I’ll be a wreck without the Autobots. Completely a train. wreck.
“I…a man’s gotta know what a man’s gotta know to live.” I stuttered at first.
“BUMBLEBEE DID YOU BREAK THE COMPUTER!” Sumdac’s loud shriek scared me stiff…Did he ever break the computers? I looked at Bumblebee, expecting an answer otherwise not backing up what he yelled. The look on his face looks annoyed. Like he didn’t do it….this time around.
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