|"What, in your opinion, makes a good holiday party?"|
Dec. 8th, 2007 @ 07:32 pm
"Holiday... party?" She looks at the small robot with interest.
Cureall tilts her head. "A party to celebrate the different holidays that occur on Earth at this time of year, ma'am. Christmas is the major holiday, but there is also Hanukkah and Kwanzaa."
"Ah." She looks down, searching her memories. "Earth... is where humans live?"
She reads human herself.
Which makes Cureall even more confused. "Yes Ma'am? Are you not well?"
"I believe I'm running at full capacity," says the tall blond gravely.
"You seem confused about subjects."
She looks up. "I am confused. I don't know how I can be here."
"Have you tried using a Pinpoint?" She tilts her head again and kneels.
The woman shakes her head and steps back warily. "I'm a computer program. There's nowhere for me to PINpoint."
Cureall fowns. "I do not understand."
"I'm a protective program for the Autobot mainframe, Telraan. As such, I shouldn't be able to exist in the real world."
Cureall nods and blinks. "And you cannot get home? Have you tried using the terminals here in the Nexus?"
She nods, feeling relieved to have finally found someone who'll do more than laugh at her because of the form she's in. "I cannot connect. I can still use my sword, but I haven't heard from Telraan since I came here."
Cureall hardly does laugh at people in misery. "This one is sorry she does not know how to help you ma'am."
"My personality and thought routines are based on the late Autobot Prime known as Optimus Prima. It's the name I'm known by, as well."
Cureall's optics widen. "Wow. That is quite an amazing legacy, Miss Prima."
"Is it? The other mech that I spoke to seemed to find it humorous." Her brows lift over blue eyes that show puzzlement.Edited at 2007-12-09 03:03 am (UTC)
"This one cannot see why. Prima sounds as great as her male alternates."
"It had something to do with the form I'm 'stuck in'."
"Ah? Unless you normally identify as male, this one does not see what is amusing." The femme twitches nervously.
She looks at her hands, the confusion growing in her eyes. "If I'm... based on an Autobot, maybe he expected me to look like one?"
Her face is still impassive as she looks up, but it's plain that she's floundering a little. What's happening to her just isn't making sense.
"Do you think you are supposed to look like an Autobot?" Cureall frowns. "You said your programming is based on an Autobot but not your design."
"Sometimes I do...." She frowns down at her hands again. "When the situation warrants it...."
There's a flash and suddenly the familiar red and blue figure... though slenderer... stumbles and falls with a might crash to its rear before shifting back to a dazed looking Prima.
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