#part machine

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“How’d you even get in here? No matter. Sucks that you won’t live to see more of my phony computer world.”

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Real Conductor - Harlan Ellison/ AM - IHNMAIMS Radio Show

Theme - Second Malformation of G Re-Orchestral - D. Senji

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[shelby77gt]

We all feel Pain- Part Machine

"Ratchet can I ask you a question?" I don't want to interrupt him, but it's been eating at me and I need to know.

"Yes?" He doesn't look up form the screen of his computer.

"What happened to Sunstreaker to have all those scars underneath near his spark chamber?"

I see him tense and optics go wide as if recalling a memory. His jaw opens, then closes again. Silence looms around us. It must be a hard subject to talk about.

"Never mind, Ratchet. I shouldn't have asked." I say quickly and turn back to my work.

"It's not my business to tell you and before you think to ask Sunstreaker, he's had probably the worst experiences over all of us, even me or Prime. So, I advise you not to ask, same for his twin." He warns. It only fuels my curiosity even more, but I know what it's like to not want questions asked. So, I will respect the fact and forget I even thought about it.

"I understand." I whisper. Silence fills the room again, not as uncomfortable as before.

"May I ask you a question?" Ratchet stops what he's doing and looks down at me. I pause for a moment before looking up at him. I wonder what he could want to know.

"What is the real reason you got experimented on. Why did the humans turn you into half a computer?" He turns, whole upper half facing me now. I get up from my spot on the floor and walk closer to him.

"I told you I was in a bad accident. I had a crushed skull and lost both my eyes. It was a new development and they wanted to try it on me. It worked, I got my eyesight back as well as full brain function and the mobility of my limbs." I explain hoping it's enough for him.

"But why you?"

He must have been thinking about this for a while. I look to the ground, thinking if I really want to tell him or not. I haven't known him for too long yet. No one knows the real reason on why I am the way I am.

"You can trust me, Taylor. I won't say anything to anyone."

"It's not that I can't trust you, Ratchet. Its just something no one knows, and I don't know if I want anyone to know." I speak to the ground, unsure of how to go about this. I feel his eyes boring into me, I know he's trying to understand.

"Well, when your ready, if your ever ready, know that I am here if you'd like to talk about it."

I snap my eyes up to him, he's already turned back to his work. My program falters for a moment before errors begin to pop up. So, I look away and go back to my work, but not without whispering a quiet thank you to Ratchet.

[shelby77gt]

Part Machine

"Ratchet!" I call as I run into the medical bay.

"What do you want?" He yells from the other side of the room, his back turned.

"I need to speak to you...in private." I ask as I reach him and finally come to a stop.

He stops what he's doing and turns. I watch his optics focus down on me, then zoom in on my name and rank. I watch the small tiny gears work in his optics.

"Lance Corporal Taylor. Have we met?"

I saw this coming.

"Probably not. I work on the other side of the base, but I have been on some missions with the Autobots. But that doesn't matter. I have something to tell you and it might be life threatening, it's about Sunstreaker." I whisper the last few words.

He gives me a curious look and thinks a moment before setting a servo on the floor. I carefully step on and he lifts me to his desk. The mechanisms of his servo move like clockwork to bend the rest of his fingers forward, so I can slide off.

"What has Sunstreaker done now?" His tone nonchalant. This is going to be harder than I thought.

"He hasn't done anything and that's the problem." His eyebrow raises at me, clearly not understanding.

I let out a huff and continue. "You are just going to have to trust me when I tell you this. I can't tell you how I know."

If his eyebrow could rise any higher it might fly off his helm.

"There is a damaged portion of his spark chamber. He's in serious pain but won't say anything. I don't know why nor do I care. I only know he needs immediate medical attention. You have to do a deep scan on him." I plead to the medical officer. For a few moments he doesn't say anything.

"Even if your right, how do you know this?"

"I just told you I can't tell you why?" I growl. "And you can't tell anyone who told you this. Just forget all about this conversation and fix your Autobot."

He scoffs at me, "You clearly don't know Sunstreaker, I can't just tell him to come in for a deep scan with just an assumption."

I clench my fist.

"No, I don't know him, nor do I need too. I am just a mechanic for the non cybertronian vehicles. This is just something I know, and you need to take a look before its to late." I start to walk to the edge of the table.

"Do you mind?" I gesture for a servo down.

Ratchet complies and brings me to the floor. Before I walk away, I turn to him. "Please, I beg you, don't tell anyone that I'm the one who told you. If it wasn't life threatening, I wouldn't have said anything." Before he can say another anything back, I run out of the room.

I keep my head down as I rush through the halls of the Autobot part of base. I move quickly, stay out of other soldiers' way. I don't usually come to this side of base, honestly, I try to avoid it. I'm tired of all the information that pops up when I look at the giants. I can usually turn it off, but no with these guys. My mind continues to go nuts around them. I wish it would stop.

"Watch it fleshie!"

I stop in my tracks at the deep growl that came from above me. I almost have to jump out of the way as Sunstreaker drops his gigantic foot to the floor, not caring that I was almost underneath it. I look at him and see the snarl on his golden face. My mind spasms again and the errors show up. I quickly look away and run away. I need to get back to my station. Where my trucks don't case my mind to go haywire. I can still feel the bots stare on my back as I continue my run.

"Lance Corporal Taylor, where were you?" Sgt Tyme asks as I stumble into our bay.

I catch my breath before I speak.

"Sorry Sgt. I was in the head. Chow didn't agree with me." I grab a file out of the wall mounted file holder.

"Do you need to go to medical?" He asks hovering over me as I look at the file.

"No, Sgt. Won't happen again." I promise and walk away around him and continue to the jeep I'm assigned too.

"Taylor, you need to lighten up. Its' okay to get sick." He sends a charmed smile my way.

"I got work to do, Sgt." I hear him sigh but his footsteps head the other way.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and focus on the task at hand. The jeeps stats show up before me. Nothing out of the ordinary for a jeep after a run-in with a Decepticon. So, I get to work, taking care of the most obvious, don't want to look like I know things or that I have magic powers or something. I can't help but laugh at myself. If only they knew.

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