I'm merely- I wish to say 'floating,' but that implies some sensation still and there is none. The only indicator of my existence is my own thoughts...
I can feel the others, sometimes, vague presences in my mind. Is this a side effect of the gestalt? Or something the Autobots did? I'm inclined to believe the former, if for no other reason than I doubt that the Autobots would be so kind as to provide us with companionship.
Or maybe their intentions were for us to all go mad together?
I have no idea how long we've been here... It seems like vorns, but more likely, far less. I have to believe that, and I have to believe that the others will come for us, as we came for so many of them.
I have to believe that.
I have to.
The alternative is madness.
--- Sorry Ons, no one's coming. And for In Silence, have some Spinister: --- The mech stayed still, half crouched, half-kneeling in the rubble, weapon braced against a fallen girder. He’d been there since before the suns rose, and his easy, comfortable posture said he’d be quite content to stay there until they both set again.
A tiny current of air stirred alien dust around him, whispering over his plating. He felt it, acknowledged it, and put it out of his mind as unimportant. His optics scanned the area, noting every movement of the local flora in the breeze, cataloging and dismissing. There was no restlessness in the movement of his gaze, merely a patient watchfulness.
no subject
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I'm merely- I wish to say 'floating,' but that implies some sensation still and there is none. The only indicator of my existence is my own thoughts...
I can feel the others, sometimes, vague presences in my mind. Is this a side effect of the gestalt? Or something the Autobots did? I'm inclined to believe the former, if for no other reason than I doubt that the Autobots would be so kind as to provide us with companionship.
Or maybe their intentions were for us to all go mad together?
I have no idea how long we've been here... It seems like vorns, but more likely, far less. I have to believe that, and I have to believe that the others will come for us, as we came for so many of them.
I have to believe that.
I have to.
The alternative is madness.
---
Sorry Ons, no one's coming. And for In Silence, have some Spinister:
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The mech stayed still, half crouched, half-kneeling in the rubble, weapon braced against a fallen girder. He’d been there since before the suns rose, and his easy, comfortable posture said he’d be quite content to stay there until they both set again.
A tiny current of air stirred alien dust around him, whispering over his plating. He felt it, acknowledged it, and put it out of his mind as unimportant. His optics scanned the area, noting every movement of the local flora in the breeze, cataloging and dismissing. There was no restlessness in the movement of his gaze, merely a patient watchfulness.