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G1 Perceptor
Though the earthquake and the upheaval of the land is long past, Perceptor is still discovering new and interesting items and lifeforms that were uncovered by the shuddering reshuffle of the ground. Despite the wonderful new laboratory facility that Perceptor and his alternates have finally completed for their use, the scientist spends a great deal of time out and about, seeking out these new discoveries. It is rather amazing, actually, that his alternates have not yet tired of the amount of mud he manages to track in with him upon his return from these outings, in fact.
It is during one of these jaunts that the prompt arrives, and Perceptor pauses from poking at what appears to be some sort of jet propulsion apparatus to consider his response.
"New friends..." He cannot help but to smile at that; he has met such wonderful new friends since arriving here. Most notably his counterparts, and Drift and the alternate Jazz, although it has been just as wonderful to reaffirm old friendships, such as Ratchet and Wheeljack and Skyfire.
"Such incredible knowledge my new friends have shared! I must confess, however, that it is... frightening to me to so easily accept such overtures as friendship. After suffering the loss of older friends, long before being brought here, I will admit to harboring some significant hesitation is exposing myself in such a manner again."
He sighs and offers a small shrug. "There have been few, in the course of my life, willing to, ah..." he pauses, rubbing the back of his head with a touch of bashfulness. "To tolerate my behavior, I suppose, beyond that which was required by social convention, until recently. I suppose that I had simply grown accustoimed to such solitude for lack of anything to contrast it with. Having experienced that contrast now, however, the lack... ached. Perhaps it is cowardice, but upon my arrival here, I had fully intended to maintain that distance; I did not wish to exacerbate that ache any further with the potential loss of additional friendships."
"And yet, despite my intentions, I have developed these attachments, anyway. I am a thinking, feeling entity, and to believe that I can exist in a vacuum, without such attachments, is foolishness. More than that, however, not only do I need this interaction..."
"I have found that I truly desire it again. It is not a state which I ever anticipated experiencing again, which renders it both frightening to me, as well as terribly liberating."
"I do fear, however, that given an opportunity to escape this place and return to the facet of reality from whence I came, that... I... would not choose to. There are far more opportunities here, not only for discoveries and learning, but for new friendships."
"I believe that I wish to experience that."
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Though the earthquake and the upheaval of the land is long past, Perceptor is still discovering new and interesting items and lifeforms that were uncovered by the shuddering reshuffle of the ground. Despite the wonderful new laboratory facility that Perceptor and his alternates have finally completed for their use, the scientist spends a great deal of time out and about, seeking out these new discoveries. It is rather amazing, actually, that his alternates have not yet tired of the amount of mud he manages to track in with him upon his return from these outings, in fact.
It is during one of these jaunts that the prompt arrives, and Perceptor pauses from poking at what appears to be some sort of jet propulsion apparatus to consider his response.
"New friends..." He cannot help but to smile at that; he has met such wonderful new friends since arriving here. Most notably his counterparts, and Drift and the alternate Jazz, although it has been just as wonderful to reaffirm old friendships, such as Ratchet and Wheeljack and Skyfire.
"Such incredible knowledge my new friends have shared! I must confess, however, that it is... frightening to me to so easily accept such overtures as friendship. After suffering the loss of older friends, long before being brought here, I will admit to harboring some significant hesitation is exposing myself in such a manner again."
He sighs and offers a small shrug. "There have been few, in the course of my life, willing to, ah..." he pauses, rubbing the back of his head with a touch of bashfulness. "To tolerate my behavior, I suppose, beyond that which was required by social convention, until recently. I suppose that I had simply grown accustoimed to such solitude for lack of anything to contrast it with. Having experienced that contrast now, however, the lack... ached. Perhaps it is cowardice, but upon my arrival here, I had fully intended to maintain that distance; I did not wish to exacerbate that ache any further with the potential loss of additional friendships."
"And yet, despite my intentions, I have developed these attachments, anyway. I am a thinking, feeling entity, and to believe that I can exist in a vacuum, without such attachments, is foolishness. More than that, however, not only do I need this interaction..."
"I have found that I truly desire it again. It is not a state which I ever anticipated experiencing again, which renders it both frightening to me, as well as terribly liberating."
"I do fear, however, that given an opportunity to escape this place and return to the facet of reality from whence I came, that... I... would not choose to. There are far more opportunities here, not only for discoveries and learning, but for new friendships."
"I believe that I wish to experience that."
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