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[auto_enthusiast]

[Here's a call going out that's voice-only; no video yet for you, sorry folks. The actual content of the transmission is preceded by a blast of garbled electronic noise-- noise that hides an encrypted signal, calling across Decepticon frequencies, looking for a response he's not going to get

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[Video]

[r_a_m_1982]

[Have a man dressed in a white armor that's covered with bright blue circuits. Programs and their fashion style, tsh.]

Hello. You woke up in an endless city called Promenade. We don't know how we arriver her, or how to leave. But we are trying to find a way out.

[r_a_m_1982]

[Ram doesn't reply inmediatelly but the light brings out the glow in the circuits beneath his eyes. He's blushing, going by their pale violet.]

No one's perfect.

[auto_enthusiast]

[Lightly:] Hm, that's true enough~. Although some people get closer than others.

[EGO WHAT EGO]

[r_a_m_1982]

Really? [Ram sounds amused now.] And who would be those people?

[auto_enthusiast]

Oh, I can think of a few~. Beautiful, talented people. [His engine purrs in the background of the transmission.]

[r_a_m_1982]

Really now...maybe one day I will be lucky and I will meet one of those talented people. [Ram sounds amused.]

[auto_enthusiast]

[He laughs.] Keep your eyes peeled. You never know when one might cruise right past you.

[r_a_m_1982]

And pay attention to the voices too. [He doesn't know how you looks like.]

[auto_enthusiast]

[All part of being a robot in disguise, sorry about that.]

[He laughs.] Ooh~, you're clever. I like that.

[r_a_m_1982]

[Don't be shy~]

Thanks. I needed to be to survive the Games.

[He's a small guy, not that strong. It were his wits and fast reflexes what kept him alive after all.]

[auto_enthusiast]

[Don't worry, his cover will be blown soon enough.]

Ah, right, you mentioned you were a gladiator. Tell me, what's that like for, ah, programs?

[r_a_m_1982]

[mufufufu]

A program called Master Control Program forced those who believed in users, what you call humans here, into disc fights, lightcycle races adn other sort of deathly games.. We had to kill each other, or end assimilated by the MPC.

It was a loss-loss situation.

[auto_enthusiast]

Well doesn't that sound like an awful lot of trouble. Why all the tyranny?

[r_a_m_1982]

We believed in the users, he wanted to have the same power as they if no more. [Ram shrugs.]

[auto_enthusiast]

Users. Humans? I'm guessing they've got some control over you programs.

[r_a_m_1982]

Yes The humans who created and programed us are called that. Mine's called Roy-1. We used to communicate when I was in my world and not under the MPC control.

[Ram is not telling, but you can tell by his tone of voice that he misses him;w;]We programs, look and act a bit like our creators.