What would happen if someone were to try and use the Cortical Psychic Patch on Hive?
If it were to somehow work, what would happen if bee tried to get into the mind of the other person (just like in that episode of tfp)
Hive's mind would be like an everchanging labyrinth. It's not a set layout with different sections for each ghost residing within it, it's a crashing tumultuous force of memories old and new, the landscape crafted by whichever Prime's concious is currently most in control. It would be near impossible to find Hive inside. You're ten times more likely to encounter Optimus and a dozen other pissed off Primes who would be less than happy that someone was invading Hive.
Now, if Hive tried to enter another mechs mind alone, it would probably be fine. Should any of the Primes attempt to follow him, that could certainly cause some issues.
It's not something I've brought much attention to before, but Hive has a very strong mind. Anyone else would have broke down cycles ago trying to house the concious of that many mechs. It's why he was chosen, why the Matrix refuses to be removed from his chest.
Despite all the harm that's come of it, the Matrix stubbornly insists that this new age requires the input of all the Primes, and Hive is the closest they've got to an ideal vessel.
All this to say that having multiple mechs wandering around your mind might not be the safest thing. Not to mention how it might strain the connection. You definitely don't want them trapped in your mind. (Plus if they're too far from the Matrix for an extended period of time, they'll fade away, so they can't just be passed into a different vessel and wander off.)
Honestly I don't think it's something Hive would ever willingly agree to. He's a little put off by the concept of being in someone's mind, or more mechs being in his.
Megatron intends to use Smokescreen to torture Optimus. How does he plan to go about this? Simple. Make him the very thing Optimus fears most.
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“You bucket helmed piece of slag! I won’t give you anything!” He struggles against his bindings, his wrists and ankles burning with the effort. He fought with all his might, trying to thrash. All it earned him were a few scuffs that ached with every movement.
“Good. Then you will have more to give to your new master.” No no no. He wouldn't serve the Decepticons. He wouldn't give them anything, not even the color scheme of Optimus's windshield.
“What?” His voice shook and his door wings, pressed awkwardly as they were against the slab, twitched in response to his growing fear. This wasn't what he was trained to handle. How could he fight against someone tampering with his processor? That sort of thing only happened before the war with the old Council of Cybertron.
“Optimus Prime, my ancient nemesis. He claimed he had no interest in claiming the Matrix. I remember quite vividly how he denied any desire to take it.” Megatron met his terrified gaze with a smirk worthy of Liege Maximo himself. Smokescreen could only watch in horror as Shockwave, now visible at the far corner of the room, prepared a series of needles and cords.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Keep him talking. If he could just keep Megatron talking, maybe he could still get out of this.
“Optimus claims he does not want to be seen as a god. He preaches that he is a mere mech, despite the relic he carries. He despises the worship of the faithful. Truly a humble mech to the bitter end.” Megatron's gaze felt like a hot iron against his plating. Smokescreen wanted to run, he wanted to phase through the walls and into the ground where it was safe. And yet, he could do nothing except shake faintly as Megatron circled him, his clawed digits running along the slab that bound Smokescreen in a threatening manner.
“And yet, he took the Matrix anyway. He never even considered stepping aside so that real change could be enacted. We all would have been so much better off if he’d put down his arrogance and allowed those more suitable to step up.” The screech of Megatron's claws tearing through metal assaulted Smokescreen's audials along with the sheer venom in his captor's voice. For a moment, he couldn't vent. He expected white hot pain to overwhelm him, but when he worked up the courage to look, he saw that Megatron's claws were dug into his slab, not his plating.
“He took a role he was never meant to fill, and now he heralds himself as a leader, a commander and vessel for ancient wisdom. And yet, he refuses to take responsibility for all he’s brought upon himself. He won’t accept the praise of the faithful like a good puppet Prime. But he also refuses to silence the whispers about his supposed divinity.” One by one, those claws pulled out of the slab, leaving terrifying gashes in their wake. Smokescreen had to fight back the urge to cry out in terror as Megatron's voice edged into something even darker. He was practically seething as he ranted. Smokescreen could hardly understand all of it.
“He stole a station he was never meant to take. Maybe he did it to spite me and is now too devoted to back down. Perhaps he truly thought, in his naivety, that he was better suited for the role. Whatever the case, I will abuse his humility. I will make him pay for taking the place that was rightfully mine.” Megatron's arms raised to the skies, almost as though he were preaching to a crowd. His back was to Smokescreen, but his words were still just as cruel and wicked. He spoke Iaconian common for Smokescreen's sake, but it was so heavily layered with Kaoni sub glyphs that Smokescreen could sense every last iota of emotion.
Megatron was truly bitter. It had been generations since the start of the war, and still Megatron was clinging to an ancient conflict. Smokescreen wouldn't dare claim to understand it all, but he knew for a fact that Optimus was a better Prime than the crazed warlord ranting before him. It didn't matter if Optimus got the Matrix through underhanded means, he'd long proven himself worthy of the title in Smokescreen's mind. The fact that Optimus refused worship merely showed his humility and devotion to the cause. He expected nothing, save for the cooperation of those around him.
A true Prime did not enslave. A true Prime was kind and commanded respect through actions, not words. Optimus didn't need to be worshiped. He had long since become a mech worthy of respect far exceeding the bounds of religious bindings.
“He will become the thing he sought to escape, and you, guardsmech, will be the key to all of it.” Smokescreen gawked as Shockwave began to gather up the cords he was working with. Megatron grinned in a convoluted fashion, almost as if he'd already won. What were they planning? What could they possibly want if not information?
“I won’t do anything for you! Never!” He thrashed against his bonds again. It did nothing but prompt Megatron to laugh.
“Struggle as much as you want. It will yield you nothing. In the end, you will make Optimus squirm and drown in his guilt.” Megatron stood like royalty, but to Smokescreen, he looked like nothing more than a mad ghoul eager for its next hunt. Smokescreen would rather die than betray his team and Prime. Whatever Megatron had planned, it could not be allowed to succeed.
“The patch is prepared, Lord Megatron.” Shockwave approached the Lord of the Decepticons, a threatening series of cables in his servo. Smokescreen could see a needle on the end of one, likely meant to stab directly into his processor.
“Excellent. Begin uploading the simulation schematics. I want him fully engrossed in it until Optimus agrees to a conference.” A simulation? Were they going to try and turn him into a Con or something?
“Optimus won’t ever surrender to you!” He flailed, fighting desperately enough to tear his armor around his wrists as he fought to be free. He wouldn't become a weapon. He refused to become a tool for Megatron to use.
Despite how hard he tried to get away, it wasn't long before part of his slab was removed, leaving his helm exposed from the back. He tried to move, but he could do nothing except bite back a scream as something sharp and painful jabbed directly into the back of his helm. Coolant threatened to gather in his optics as his systems were thrown into overdrive, trying to find the source of the problem to little avail. All the while, Megatron continued his mad monologue.
“The Primes of old were heralded as gods. The Primacy was devoted to their every wish and fancy.” The warlord paced, his sickening smile still ever present. Smokescreen could feel a faint buzz at the back of his mind, the beginnings of the patch's work, no doubt.
“It is ancient history now, but before the war began, every Prime was given devotees who were meant to serve them.” Smokescreen's optics trailed the leader of the Decepticons, observing with growing horror how much emphasis Megatron put on the word 'serve'. Just what was Megatron hoping to make him into?
“Mecha personally trained to meet their Prime’s fancies.” No. No, Megatron couldn't be trying to change him. Information fishing was one thing. But changing his mind?
“Warriors brought low through humiliation and submission so that their will could become an extension of their Prime.” This couldn't be happening. He wouldn't succumb to Megatron's twisted will. He had to keep himself composed.
“The most loyal and submissive servants. Just the kind of subordinate Optimus fears and despises in equal measure.” Megatron loomed over him, his gaze knowing and expectant. Smokescreen wanted to spit curses, but everything was starting to feel fuzzy, almost as though he were drifting into recharge.
“He fears becoming corrupt if given such devotion.” Twisted laughter bubbled in Megatron's vocalizer. His amusement rang out in the air as Smokescreen frantically tried to keep coolant from gathering in his optics. He couldn't show how scared he was, even though his shaking door wings betrayed him.
“Let’s see if his fears become reality.” Red optics glared down at him, demanding results. Smokescreen wanted to cry. Torture, interrogation, suffering of all kinds, he could endure those. But changing his very core? His mind and his beliefs? How was he to withstand that?
Do the Decepticons ever develop a cortical psychic patch to use on humans, so if Jack was ever captured they could use it on him to find out the Autobots location?
Probably, but I see it as very complicated for the Cons to create such a thing. After all, reading code is not the same as red minds...
You know what would have been sooooooooooo much fun? If Megatron got stuck in your mind when you did the cortical psychic patch together instead of getting stuck in Bumblebee's.
If by fun you mean utterly horrifying! Thankfully I didn’t know that was even a possibility when he actually was in my head, because I don’t know how I would have handled that.
And Knockout’s idiotic plan to trap him in there - arrgh! Megatron already knew his involvement in my plot. He would have simply used my body to kill him, so thank you for that bonus nightmare fuel, Knockout.
mnemosurgery vs the cortical psychic patch is kinda like assembly vs python
that is, mnemosurgeons typically work in the actual systems of a mech, and need lots of training to be able to read memories, but can change the system in a way that the patch can't, and have fewer limitations overall
But the patch is meant for a different purpose, and provides a safe way to read the mind of another bot. it's generally harder to write to a bot's mind, and their personalitities can't be changed via patch, and implanted memories may be rejected. in addition, the other bot tends to be aware when another bot is in their mind.
One reason for making the patch definitely would have to do with safety and ease of use. mnemosurgery can cause people who study it to eventually die due to it, which would definitely he a waste of resources to constantly have to re-train bots, but also, the patch is usable by most bots. it's (literally) a plug and play interface, and doesn't require specialized hands
that would explain why shockwave in particular invented it, considering his hand situation
9. Is there a line they will not cross when it comes to violence/insults?
Not really. There are certain people he won’t act violently towards (as far as he knows/has told himself), but in general there are no acts of violence he puts off limits, and no insults he won’t use.
The only line he really draws is about the cortical psychic patch, which doesn’t seem particularly violent, but is definitely a violation. Even before he had one used on him, he was intensely uncomfortable about them and wanted nothing to do with them. He finds them repellent, and refuses to use them partly out of fear and partly out of principle. He wouldn’t use one on someone else as a form of attack or interrogation, and only under great duress would use one even with a willing party.
thisisthasimba replied to your photo: Here he is - the only screamer that will be on...
Omg what episode was this or wtf
((It’s from the episode “Patch”. This is what goes on inside Starscream’s head XD Similar to how Megatron visualized himself repeatedly slaying Optimus during his cortical psychic patch with Bumblebee, we see that Starscream visualizes himself taking over the Decepticons and then gloating and dancing while all the Vehicons cheer him on. It’s one of his greatest desires/default mental state.))
