1982

[not_toothfairy]

It's a long slagging way to Earth from where Cybertron used to be. Most of the trip is in the past by now. When you're an organism that measures its lifespan in numbers that require scientific notation by human standards, a couple of decades left hardly mean anything at all.

Or they shouldn't mean anything at all, anyway. Nobody ever makes it to the

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[mend_and_defend]

The storage sector is yet another featureless box, empty except for Bob himself. The Guardian was sealed inside mere moments before--or so it seems to him.

"...I'm sorry, run that by me again?"

[mend_and_defend]

"...you don't have elections?"

[not_toothfairy]

Somehow, Ironhide gets his laughter under control.

"Cybertron's been ruled by the Prime and the Lord side-by-side in a straight lineage all the way back to the first Thirteen ever created. No. No elections."

[mend_and_defend]

"So you've got pre-programmed leaders, but they're not programmed well enough to do it right?" Bob is incredulous. "And you think Earth tech is primitive?"

[not_toothfairy]

"Not the same thing," Ironhide shoots right back. "The positions get handed down, one to the next."

The problem with talking to someone inside your own system is that you cannot adequately loom at them without doing some very painful contortions indeed.

"You'd think a program that talked for itself would recognize free will when it saw it."

[mend_and_defend]

"I know what free will is. But sprites don't have it, not like humans do. We have protocols built into our code, we can't not follow them. I take it Cybertronians aren't like that?"

[not_toothfairy]

"We've got a purpose, but that's not something we've gotta do," says Ironhide. "I was incepted into a construction cohort. Got into weapons and arms technology once I realized there was gonna be trouble with Megatron and his ambitions somewhere along the line." A little ruefully he adds, "Been a long time since I did any construction work... a long slagging time."

[mend_and_defend]

"I'm sorry," says Bob softly.

Being unable to perform one's function is the most terrible thing a sprite can think of.

[not_toothfairy]

"Nothin' to be sorry for," says Ironhide, back at his old levels. "That was then. This is now. And now, I'm the best slagging weapons tech the Autobots've got."

That's pride in his voice, not bragging.

[mend_and_defend]

"Huh. Well, I guess if you're okay with that..." Bob shrugs. "Sprites can't change functions that easily. We are what we are."

[not_toothfairy]

"Freedom is the right of all sentient beings," says Ironhide firmly. "Basic Autobot credo."

[mend_and_defend]

"It's not a right that everyone wants," murmurs Bob, almost inaudibly.
(Tell me what I'm supposed to do. Tell me what I'm for.)
"So... uh... is there anything specific you wanted to know about Earth?"

[not_toothfairy]

In what passes for 'tact' with him, Ironhide's gonna pretend he didn't hear that.

"Anything you've got would be good," he says instead. "The only Earthers I've ever run into were all on the Ghost-1, and I was a little too busy fighting off 'Cons at the time to get any kind of good data."

[mend_and_defend]

Bob hesitates. He knows how to describe Earth in comparison to the 'Net. Describing it to an alien robot? That's something else again.

"Well," he says finally, "you have to understand that I haven't seen that much of Earth. At least from a perspective that would mean anything to you."

[not_toothfairy]

"I'll settle for an idea of what to expect from their systems. We're gonna have to access 'em to learn the language if we can't find the Allspark on the first pass."

[mend_and_defend]

"Well, that I can do. For starters..."

What follows is a long, involved description of the structure of cyberspace from a sprite's perspective. Programs, systems, networks, how they interact with one another, how one gets in and how one can be kept out.

Bob is yawning by the time he's done with the explanation. "Man. I'm beat. I think I'd better get some downtime."