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For hereAm I sitting in a tin canFar above the world
Perceptor let himself sway and bop around the lab; cleaning and checking, measuring and tweaking and recording as he went along.
Cybertron is blueAnd there’s nothing I can do...
Yes, he edited the lyrics as he went along- but that’s what happens when you come across terran music that... hits you in one of those emotional centers. His voice was clarion clear and light; rising like mist from behind a chestplate that would never bend nor break again. It echoed softly around the lab, bouncing gently off of walls and windowslats and ventcovers like the waves of meeting currents as they spiralled in slow maelstroms.
And then it was broken, by a squawked stammer of, “N-N-N-Nickel?! How long have you been there?!”
