Open! Visit shiny Cybertron, now with 100% less death and destruction!
With everything that had happened recently, and especially after GLaDoS and his chat with the Prince, Ratchet had been feeling... well, he supposed 'homesick' wasn't a very good word and 'lonely' just seemed too morose. Restless was probably better, so he'd made his way out to the Sensoriums. He'd been avoiding them for the most part simply because he new that the minute he opened one up, something like this would happen.
Massive spires reached up into an inky sky, skyscrapers on gargantuan levels, blue, gold, grey and covered in lights. Bridges and expressways connected them from top to bottom, reaching down to the alleys far below. There was no sun or moon in the sky to be seen, but the lights of the city provided something close to an artificial daylight regardless of the cycle. It was crowded and even if Ratchet still knew that this was all just Stacy's illusion, the other mechs around him felt real enough. The road under his feet was hard and well worn and when he moved out of the way to rap his knuckles against the side of a building, it answered with the satisfying clang of metal on metal.
There were certainly other, more beautiful places on Cybertron; or more important or more poignant, but East Iacon was a place he remembered well. He supposed when he thought about how it used to be, this was what his memory banks provided: one idealized little block to represent an entire chunk of history. ...Oh well, it wasn't a bad block at least.
He tried for a while to remember that this was all just some glorified holomater projection, but he gave up the moment he started seeing familiar faces in the crowds around him. A part of him still hung on to the idea that it wasn't right doing this- trying to relive the past through illusions- but the rest of him was remembering that he was pretty sure ol' Maccadam's was just down the street...
((OOC: please note that even though this is Transformers!world, because it's being scaled to Ratchet's height inside Stacy, all buildings and robots are more or less human-sized.))
Massive spires reached up into an inky sky, skyscrapers on gargantuan levels, blue, gold, grey and covered in lights. Bridges and expressways connected them from top to bottom, reaching down to the alleys far below. There was no sun or moon in the sky to be seen, but the lights of the city provided something close to an artificial daylight regardless of the cycle. It was crowded and even if Ratchet still knew that this was all just Stacy's illusion, the other mechs around him felt real enough. The road under his feet was hard and well worn and when he moved out of the way to rap his knuckles against the side of a building, it answered with the satisfying clang of metal on metal.
There were certainly other, more beautiful places on Cybertron; or more important or more poignant, but East Iacon was a place he remembered well. He supposed when he thought about how it used to be, this was what his memory banks provided: one idealized little block to represent an entire chunk of history. ...Oh well, it wasn't a bad block at least.
He tried for a while to remember that this was all just some glorified holomater projection, but he gave up the moment he started seeing familiar faces in the crowds around him. A part of him still hung on to the idea that it wasn't right doing this- trying to relive the past through illusions- but the rest of him was remembering that he was pretty sure ol' Maccadam's was just down the street...
((OOC: please note that even though this is Transformers!world, because it's being scaled to Ratchet's height inside Stacy, all buildings and robots are more or less human-sized.))