23rd jun challenge response - Who am I?
I look into the large reflective surface before me and cannot recognize the face-plates. Face-plates awfully, but purposely dis-configured to be those from hatchling’s nightmares.
I look at my hands and see deadly claws of a Decepticon hunter and then someone is clawing at my mind and I cannot fight it, no firewalls that I designed reacting.
With not my own memory banks I summon recollection of the voice and the name Soundwave comes forward.
Soundwave, cruel and vicious, Logical and cold.
I shiver within safety of my mind, but is it mine? Is it safe anymore?
I try to calculate, to apply logic, but It’s not my body and...
It’s not my body.
The truth catches with me and I panic, claws of mental hold immediately tightening making me calm down.
“What happened?!” I demand, and for once wish for the safety of my logic processor.
“Barricade: deactivated,” cold and flat voice responds in my head. Barricade, was that name of the body, was he.... “Frame: empty, transfer: needed.”
Did he really mean... no... it was impossible, it was beyond taboo to transfer living spark into other’s body to save one life instead of loosing two...
“You couldn’t have!” I yell and scream and trash and suddenly I can’t move, my processor held in vice-like mental grip.
“Autobot’s body: beyond retrieval, spark: strong.”
NO! NO! Please no! I think and I feels the other mech hears it. “Let me die” I beg, and suddenly realize there is program running in the background, countdown ticking like a bomb.
I access all my knowledge stored in spark and try to decipher the code...
“Overwrite: necessary” Soundwave tells me and within his mind I scream and scream, as one by one spark firewalls drop, hard wired protocols stop... and before countdown ends Soundwave speaks only “Barricade: missed” In that sad, affectionate tone that makes my autobot side stir in sympathy before it all guts out.
“Overwrite activated,” the communicate flashes in white as my spark formats itself and systems die.
I boot up slowly, fresh systems quick and humming with high performance. I look around and try to remember.
Nothing
There is a mech staring at me.
“Who am I?”
I look at my hands and see deadly claws of a Decepticon hunter and then someone is clawing at my mind and I cannot fight it, no firewalls that I designed reacting.
With not my own memory banks I summon recollection of the voice and the name Soundwave comes forward.
Soundwave, cruel and vicious, Logical and cold.
I shiver within safety of my mind, but is it mine? Is it safe anymore?
I try to calculate, to apply logic, but It’s not my body and...
It’s not my body.
The truth catches with me and I panic, claws of mental hold immediately tightening making me calm down.
“What happened?!” I demand, and for once wish for the safety of my logic processor.
“Barricade: deactivated,” cold and flat voice responds in my head. Barricade, was that name of the body, was he.... “Frame: empty, transfer: needed.”
Did he really mean... no... it was impossible, it was beyond taboo to transfer living spark into other’s body to save one life instead of loosing two...
“You couldn’t have!” I yell and scream and trash and suddenly I can’t move, my processor held in vice-like mental grip.
“Autobot’s body: beyond retrieval, spark: strong.”
NO! NO! Please no! I think and I feels the other mech hears it. “Let me die” I beg, and suddenly realize there is program running in the background, countdown ticking like a bomb.
I access all my knowledge stored in spark and try to decipher the code...
“Overwrite: necessary” Soundwave tells me and within his mind I scream and scream, as one by one spark firewalls drop, hard wired protocols stop... and before countdown ends Soundwave speaks only “Barricade: missed” In that sad, affectionate tone that makes my autobot side stir in sympathy before it all guts out.
“Overwrite activated,” the communicate flashes in white as my spark formats itself and systems die.
I boot up slowly, fresh systems quick and humming with high performance. I look around and try to remember.
Nothing
There is a mech staring at me.
“Who am I?”