who you were
Who: Soundwave & Edward Elric
What: Eventually, they meet again in the depths of the Labyrinth.
Where: The Labyrinth
When: Irrelevant.
Warnings: Oddness/creepiness in general.
Error.
Error.
Error.
Rebooting.
Data is something he excels in. Data is something that Soundwave always found to be precious. A collection in his processor, meaningful. Information to use on others, information because it interests him. Because he must always have the upper hand.
However, all this new data means
nothing and everything
to him.
Where did he begin, where did he end?
Rebooting sequence...Complete.
His eyes open. Teeth grit, and he feels the cold again. When Soundwave raises his hand, he can see through the skin; cables and wires running along Cybertronian metal. Along the way, he has become a mash up between organic and machine.
Disgusting. Means something. When, or where?
The cold forces him up. To walk. To keep walking.
He pursues.
How long it takes, he does not know.
The appearance remains. Sometimes his eyes are red. Sometimes they're blue.
Sometimes he's completely machine.
Sometimes he's all human.
Over the course
of time
he forgets
lost in the overload of data.
Who am I?
What am I?
Why am I here?
Eventually, he stops. Collapsing to his knees and falling against the wall. His eyes shut.
He feels a little
gray.
What: Eventually, they meet again in the depths of the Labyrinth.
Where: The Labyrinth
When: Irrelevant.
Warnings: Oddness/creepiness in general.
Error.
Error.
Error.
Rebooting.
Data is something he excels in. Data is something that Soundwave always found to be precious. A collection in his processor, meaningful. Information to use on others, information because it interests him. Because he must always have the upper hand.
However, all this new data means
nothing and everything
to him.
Where did he begin, where did he end?
Rebooting sequence...Complete.
His eyes open. Teeth grit, and he feels the cold again. When Soundwave raises his hand, he can see through the skin; cables and wires running along Cybertronian metal. Along the way, he has become a mash up between organic and machine.
Disgusting. Means something. When, or where?
The cold forces him up. To walk. To keep walking.
He pursues.
How long it takes, he does not know.
The appearance remains. Sometimes his eyes are red. Sometimes they're blue.
Sometimes he's completely machine.
Sometimes he's all human.
Over the course
of time
he forgets
lost in the overload of data.
Who am I?
What am I?
Why am I here?
Eventually, he stops. Collapsing to his knees and falling against the wall. His eyes shut.
He feels a little
gray.