Divisions: Chapter 4: Music
Just a little chapter. Bunny bit, so... :)
Title: Divisions: Chapter 4: Music
Rating: T
Continuity: AU G1/Movieverse
Chapter 4: Music
::I've got a thief making a run for it!:: one of the Enforcers called in on the public/private comm system PR0.W13.R had set up for his Enforcer Station.
::Location?:: PR0.W13.R automatically responded, already searching on cameras for the chase as another though-thread chased down on-duty Enforcers.
::C-Level, Route 215DA. Runner's a bit ahead of me.::
::Received. Alert me if his path changes,:: PR0.W13.R ordered, though by that time, he had access to all street cameras, and was able to see the fleeing mech.
::Understood,:: the Enforcer commed back, then was quiet as he continued chasing the thief. Other Enforcers clamored over other links, some rushing to aid in the pursuit, others rushing to other problem areas, some answering calls on the Emergency Comms while simultaneously telling their fellows where things were happening.
It was, in short, an average day in the Polyhex District 14 Enforcer's Station. They were on one of the lower levels of the city, one of the levels where darkness and loss and poverty filled every nook and cranny. They were always busy trying to keep up with the thieves, addicts, thugs, other such scoundrels and miscreants, and the occasional murder or rape.
And PR0.W13.R found that, even surrounded with so much chaos and darkness, he was happy. Well, his coding said he was happy. Content, maybe, in his position, doing what he was made to do.
But every orn, there was more. He was more aware of what drove mechs, of what made them mechs, what made them alive.
Slowly, the orn wound to a close. Mechs were put into the little holding cells in the lower level of the station. Preprogs went to the dorms, and sparked mechs went to their homes, and J422 came to the station to perform his nightly duty shift.
The Enforcer slouched into a chair, smiled at a camera, then simply sat back. For a long time, they stayed in comfortable silence.
Then, J422 started humming.
For a moment, PR0.W13.R listened silently. Then, he interrupted. “Enforcer J422, what are you doing?”
“Hm?” the Enforcer hummed, stopping his own song.
“That sound. What are you doing?” It sounded like some of the sounds that emitted from the clubs on the edge of his district, where over-charged mechs often wandered away from.
“I'm humming. Making music.”
“Music?”
J422 smiled. “Yeah. Rhythm, sound. Makes you wanna move, dance.”
PR0.W13.R took a moment to think on that. “I do not understand.”
The Enforcer shook his helm. “It's a feeling. A beat. Sound to go with your spark.”
Another moment was spent thinking that over, and once again, PR0.W13.R was left confused. “I am afraid I still do not quite understand.”
J422 let out a long vent. “Guess you don't need to. But I like it... It's fun to sing, hum, and fun to listen to.”
Once again, the Enforcer started humming, and the osa allowed himself to just listen. He was surprised to realize, a few moments into the song, that there were mathematical formulas in the tones and notes. And in the lilting trills and jumps from octave to octave, there was a certain rhythm that flowed through him, through his audial sensors and spark...
J422 spent most of the night humming along to whatever song was running through his processor, and PR0.W13.R always had at least one thought-thread focused on the music.
Title: Divisions: Chapter 4: Music
Rating: T
Continuity: AU G1/Movieverse
Chapter 4: Music
::I've got a thief making a run for it!:: one of the Enforcers called in on the public/private comm system PR0.W13.R had set up for his Enforcer Station.
::Location?:: PR0.W13.R automatically responded, already searching on cameras for the chase as another though-thread chased down on-duty Enforcers.
::C-Level, Route 215DA. Runner's a bit ahead of me.::
::Received. Alert me if his path changes,:: PR0.W13.R ordered, though by that time, he had access to all street cameras, and was able to see the fleeing mech.
::Understood,:: the Enforcer commed back, then was quiet as he continued chasing the thief. Other Enforcers clamored over other links, some rushing to aid in the pursuit, others rushing to other problem areas, some answering calls on the Emergency Comms while simultaneously telling their fellows where things were happening.
It was, in short, an average day in the Polyhex District 14 Enforcer's Station. They were on one of the lower levels of the city, one of the levels where darkness and loss and poverty filled every nook and cranny. They were always busy trying to keep up with the thieves, addicts, thugs, other such scoundrels and miscreants, and the occasional murder or rape.
And PR0.W13.R found that, even surrounded with so much chaos and darkness, he was happy. Well, his coding said he was happy. Content, maybe, in his position, doing what he was made to do.
But every orn, there was more. He was more aware of what drove mechs, of what made them mechs, what made them alive.
Slowly, the orn wound to a close. Mechs were put into the little holding cells in the lower level of the station. Preprogs went to the dorms, and sparked mechs went to their homes, and J422 came to the station to perform his nightly duty shift.
The Enforcer slouched into a chair, smiled at a camera, then simply sat back. For a long time, they stayed in comfortable silence.
Then, J422 started humming.
For a moment, PR0.W13.R listened silently. Then, he interrupted. “Enforcer J422, what are you doing?”
“Hm?” the Enforcer hummed, stopping his own song.
“That sound. What are you doing?” It sounded like some of the sounds that emitted from the clubs on the edge of his district, where over-charged mechs often wandered away from.
“I'm humming. Making music.”
“Music?”
J422 smiled. “Yeah. Rhythm, sound. Makes you wanna move, dance.”
PR0.W13.R took a moment to think on that. “I do not understand.”
The Enforcer shook his helm. “It's a feeling. A beat. Sound to go with your spark.”
Another moment was spent thinking that over, and once again, PR0.W13.R was left confused. “I am afraid I still do not quite understand.”
J422 let out a long vent. “Guess you don't need to. But I like it... It's fun to sing, hum, and fun to listen to.”
Once again, the Enforcer started humming, and the osa allowed himself to just listen. He was surprised to realize, a few moments into the song, that there were mathematical formulas in the tones and notes. And in the lilting trills and jumps from octave to octave, there was a certain rhythm that flowed through him, through his audial sensors and spark...
J422 spent most of the night humming along to whatever song was running through his processor, and PR0.W13.R always had at least one thought-thread focused on the music.