G1 Blast Off / well being (or the lack of it)
(OOC: Follows the events of this post.)
[Blast Off enters his room, and the moment the door slides shut, his equilibrium chip malfunctions. He mumbles something unintelligible and leans at the wall for purchase.
Which stupid scientist had the idea that shuttleformers are okay with malfunctioning equilibrium? Sure, in space they don’t need it, but just because they’re built for space doesn’t mean they’re there all the time. Even though Blast Off wouldn’t mind that…
Tiredly, Blast Off slides down the wall next to the berth, waiting for his chip to stabilise again. Sigma… he can’t remember if he ever felt so pathetic, but remembering is somewhat hard right now anyway; with his cache being a mess and his team still causing trouble. Their problems drain him even further and he feels as though he hasn’t recharged for ages… Which has to be about the time. If he keeps this up, he certainly will become insane.
Sometimes he was able to get a joor of rest, sometimes two, but mostly less than that before the echoes came back and made him jerk out of recharge with his head spinning. He doesn’t even know anymore how a full recharge cycle feels like.
His self-preservation program still pings in his HUD and ‘forbids’ him to close his side of the bond. At least Vortex and Swindle are in recharge and won’t notice the next echo which Blast Off already feels approaching.
He offlines his optics, shuts down higher processor functions and waits for it. He found a way to cope with the echoes - more or less. He just has to ride them out, wait for the voice and words to leave and the sickness to vanish; the trembling stays a little longer, but stops eventually.
Then it comes, and suddenly everything is too much when the garbled sentences fill his CPU and at the same time the list of words pings him. The list of prompts from the omnipotent being; the list he nearly forgot about.
There is no visual input, only the blue background of his HUD with the words written in white letters.
What irony, Blast Off thinks dryly when he reads “well being” on that list. He doesn’t have a chance to read more, because his self-preservation activates once more this day. The white letters disappear behind loud red writing.
>>> Processor capacity reaching dangerous level
>>> Processor overload imminent
>>> Generate cache back-up
…
…
>>> Initiate emergency shutdown
Well, Blast Off is able to process one last thought, at least he isn’t going to go insane…
>>> Stasis lock imminent
And then everything becomes dark and cold, embracing him within blissful oblivion.]
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(OOC: Blast Off’s mun will be away until 12 September. Feel free to comm. him, ping him or pick him up, just don’t expect much feedback. *lol*)
[Blast Off enters his room, and the moment the door slides shut, his equilibrium chip malfunctions. He mumbles something unintelligible and leans at the wall for purchase.
Which stupid scientist had the idea that shuttleformers are okay with malfunctioning equilibrium? Sure, in space they don’t need it, but just because they’re built for space doesn’t mean they’re there all the time. Even though Blast Off wouldn’t mind that…
Tiredly, Blast Off slides down the wall next to the berth, waiting for his chip to stabilise again. Sigma… he can’t remember if he ever felt so pathetic, but remembering is somewhat hard right now anyway; with his cache being a mess and his team still causing trouble. Their problems drain him even further and he feels as though he hasn’t recharged for ages… Which has to be about the time. If he keeps this up, he certainly will become insane.
Sometimes he was able to get a joor of rest, sometimes two, but mostly less than that before the echoes came back and made him jerk out of recharge with his head spinning. He doesn’t even know anymore how a full recharge cycle feels like.
His self-preservation program still pings in his HUD and ‘forbids’ him to close his side of the bond. At least Vortex and Swindle are in recharge and won’t notice the next echo which Blast Off already feels approaching.
He offlines his optics, shuts down higher processor functions and waits for it. He found a way to cope with the echoes - more or less. He just has to ride them out, wait for the voice and words to leave and the sickness to vanish; the trembling stays a little longer, but stops eventually.
Then it comes, and suddenly everything is too much when the garbled sentences fill his CPU and at the same time the list of words pings him. The list of prompts from the omnipotent being; the list he nearly forgot about.
There is no visual input, only the blue background of his HUD with the words written in white letters.
What irony, Blast Off thinks dryly when he reads “well being” on that list. He doesn’t have a chance to read more, because his self-preservation activates once more this day. The white letters disappear behind loud red writing.
>>> Processor capacity reaching dangerous level
>>> Processor overload imminent
>>> Generate cache back-up
…
…
>>> Initiate emergency shutdown
Well, Blast Off is able to process one last thought, at least he isn’t going to go insane…
>>> Stasis lock imminent
And then everything becomes dark and cold, embracing him within blissful oblivion.]
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(OOC: Blast Off’s mun will be away until 12 September. Feel free to comm. him, ping him or pick him up, just don’t expect much feedback. *lol*)