"Yes, you have to have a set of drones." gunmaxualMay 20 2012, 01:41:00 UTC
The file is so old it’s degraded, archives losing parts and pieces over the passing ages. Yet, still, Metroplex remembers.
"Yes, you have to have a set of drones," the mech in his memory said, ducking under a half-completed console.
Metroplex was younger, newer, and less aware of how duty always comes before self. "Why is it necessary? You are here. The other engineers are here, and when they are not, the builders are." He was never alone, and never lonely. His corridors rang with voices, and many hands worked on him every day.
The mech was older than him, and wiser, although his wisdom didn't make sense at the time. "Metroplex, we are a construction crew," he'd said, oddly gentle as he emerged from under the console to grab another tool. "Eventually, we will complete your construction. I know it doesn't feel like it right now with all of us crammed into your service ducts and stuffing information through your cortex, but there will come an orn when we pack up our things and move out
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2: "Yes, you have to have a set of drones." gunmaxualMay 20 2012, 01:41:39 UTC
It...hurt, to realize that. His body housed a seething community, a shell in which the organism lived and breathed in little bodies. It struck him so hard it skittered excess charge through him that his job wasn’t to keep that community trapped, but to shelter it. To enable it to continue growing, coming and going the way normal Cybertronians did. But Metroplex desperately, greedily watched them live and prepare to leave them, and thought, 'Don't go.'“So.” The mech heaved himself out of the console again, getting to his feet. “You need drones
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"Yes, you have to have a set of drones," the mech in his memory said, ducking under a half-completed console.
Metroplex was younger, newer, and less aware of how duty always comes before self. "Why is it necessary? You are here. The other engineers are here, and when they are not, the builders are." He was never alone, and never lonely. His corridors rang with voices, and many hands worked on him every day.
The mech was older than him, and wiser, although his wisdom didn't make sense at the time. "Metroplex, we are a construction crew," he'd said, oddly gentle as he emerged from under the console to grab another tool. "Eventually, we will complete your construction. I know it doesn't feel like it right now with all of us crammed into your service ducts and stuffing information through your cortex, but there will come an orn when we pack up our things and move out ( ... )
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