Living anywhere and odd gifts
Portland, Oregon. I don’t like the rain and snow it gets, but other than that…it’s probably my favorite place on Earth. The fact that it’s the city I’ve spent the most time in and around probably helps, too. It’s been home-away-from-home for about twenty years now, and it’s probably my favorite place. Besides the weather-and the 55 MPH speed limit; Primus, that’s criminal-it’s a nice place. There’s lots of humans-close by, at least; the desert around the Ark is pretty much empty-plenty of stuff to see, and it’s just an interesting city in general. I mean, I’ve been to plenty of other cities and countries before, but Portland’s still my favorite. I guess it might seem kind of weird that I wouldn’t pick Cybertron, but…it’s been about four million-odd years since I’ve been there. (That crash-landing kind of put us offline for a long time, even by Transformer standards.) And there’s not much there left to go back to-we were barely hanging on there when we left, and now…well, there’s not a lot left for me there, so really, why go back? Like I said, Earth and Portland in particular have become home. I get homesick for Cybertron sometimes, yeah, but not too often. Plus, Cybertron doesn’t have humans, and I’d really miss seeing humans around and talking to them-it’s weird to think about not doing that anymore. So, Portland it is.
The oddest gift I ever got? A rock. And not any particular rock, as far as I can tell. Well, it might be made of something interesting, but I’m not a geologist, so I can be sure. I usually don’t pay attention to rocks except as targets or to look at the patterns that rifle or missle blasts leave on them. Or on what’s left of them, anyway. Sometimes they get markings on them from getting shot, and they can be kind of interesting sometimes, if the shape or texture of the rock is odd or something. You know, despite the fact that I don’t usually pay too much attention to rocks, they’ve come in a lot of conversations lately. Which is kind of weird when you think about it, because when you get down to it, rocks aren’t too important…unless it’s a giant killer space rock or something about to slam into a planet, like in all those bad disaster movies. Then rocks are pretty important.
Anyway, the oddest gift I’ve ever gotten was a rock-just one of brownish, human fist-sized rocks that seem to be everywhere around the Ark-that Daniel picked up off the ground and handed to me. I’m still not sure why he gave it to me, and I’ve had a couple years to try and figure it out. Anyway, Hound had offered to take him out exploring around the Ark and I was bored and tagged along. And while we’re looking around, Daniel picks up a rock, hands it to me, and says, “Here, this is for you.” I might have that rock somewhere in my quarters, now that I think about it…it was definitely a weird enough gift to keep around.
The oddest gift I ever got? A rock. And not any particular rock, as far as I can tell. Well, it might be made of something interesting, but I’m not a geologist, so I can be sure. I usually don’t pay attention to rocks except as targets or to look at the patterns that rifle or missle blasts leave on them. Or on what’s left of them, anyway. Sometimes they get markings on them from getting shot, and they can be kind of interesting sometimes, if the shape or texture of the rock is odd or something. You know, despite the fact that I don’t usually pay too much attention to rocks, they’ve come in a lot of conversations lately. Which is kind of weird when you think about it, because when you get down to it, rocks aren’t too important…unless it’s a giant killer space rock or something about to slam into a planet, like in all those bad disaster movies. Then rocks are pretty important.
Anyway, the oddest gift I’ve ever gotten was a rock-just one of brownish, human fist-sized rocks that seem to be everywhere around the Ark-that Daniel picked up off the ground and handed to me. I’m still not sure why he gave it to me, and I’ve had a couple years to try and figure it out. Anyway, Hound had offered to take him out exploring around the Ark and I was bored and tagged along. And while we’re looking around, Daniel picks up a rock, hands it to me, and says, “Here, this is for you.” I might have that rock somewhere in my quarters, now that I think about it…it was definitely a weird enough gift to keep around.