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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year ago

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Cybertronians with polycephaly, discuss

Polycephaly is in fact something Cybertronians can emerge from the Well with. It is rare enough that there are only a few hundred recorded cases of it occurring naturally, and it comes with no end of complications. Generally, such Cybertronians emerge due to three situations.

The most common is when a pair of split sparks never fully separated, and so their frames merged during development. They share a spark chamber and the rest of their frame. All they have are their separate helms. The medical issues alone are severe more often than not since their ability to control their shared frame is usually quite hindered by the separate command streams coming from their sibling. Not to mention, two sparks being so unnaturally bound tends to lead to issues with relationships, functionality, and getting any sort of work. Most twins with polycephaly get work in the data caste somewhere since their processors can filter through double the data while they only have one frame to fuel. Thankfully this type of polycephaly can be rectified with enough surgeries.

Twins can be put into separate frames when they are young, or if they are too weak, they can wait until they are older and then separate. In such cases, they often go through increadible therapy and tend to stay together even after gaining separate frames. Oftentimes these twins come into their new frames as outliers in response to their extensive time sharing a spark chamber.

The second type of polycephaly that a Cybertronian can have is what is dubbed "Parasitic twin syndrome". That is not the official term, but that is what it is referred to publicly. In this case, split spark twins end up too close like in the first potential scenario. However, at some point during development or shortly after emergence, one of the twins offline due to either weakness or immune system issues in response to a shared spark chamber. The remaining twin is left with dead weight and a lifeless head beside their own.

Often these mechs go through spark transfers to get new frames immediately. They don't tend to last long on their own in a frame that requires two sparks to power it. If the mech is gotten to quickly, there are no long lasting effects. But there have been instances where a mech will go along with what remains of their twin for vorns upon vorns until the medical complications become too much.

The last case is when two completely unaffiliated newsparks end up partially merging during the climb out of the Well. Usually this is between a larger mech and a smaller one. The smaller will cling to the larger, and if certain conditions are met, the two will fuse together. Sometimes this results in a mech with two sparks but one helm and one frame, leading to a split personality syndrome. In other cases the smaller mech dies and the larger one grows stronger or vice versa. However, sometimes and very rarely, the two fuse perfectly and become an entity that perfectly shares a frame.

These mechs don't tend to have too many medical complications because they share a frame but still have two separate spark chambers and processors. Sometimes they stay together and never get surgery. Other times they do. Since there is no medical urgency around the decision, such individuals are allowed to do as they please.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #cybertronian worldbuilding #cybertronian biology #pre war cybertron #polycephaly #its an interesting condition thats for sure

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thephonemenarentreal · 2 months ago

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Quick thing I wrote before sleep because couldn't sleep 83 a proper fanfic this time for once!

Title: The Heroes We Build

Rating: PG Warnings: Language/profanity

Characters: Paralipsis (OC), Polycephaly

Summary: It was not uncommon for Paralipsis to speak in vague terms when question. What Polycephaly was discovering though was the implications left lasting, uncomfortable musings in their wake.

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There never was a shortage of praise for the Titan TV-Man among the engineer team. From the chief engineer to the engineer that cleaned up the hangar, every single one had something endearing to say to the mighty Titan leader of the TV faction. It was amusing to watch, of course. The small engineers fawning and cooing, like they were imparting self-esteem upon a spoiled child, all while the Titan TV-Man thrummed over the attention and tried to play modest in the smuggest way possible.

Really, the rather substantial ego of the Titan TV-Man was a moot point given the abundance of praise from all. Even Polycephaly himself had been a culprit at times of sincere compliments. Praise was just a constant stream from every member of the TV faction towards the imposing, but much beloved tyrant which seemed harmless enough. Everyone was content to the little game of inflating their titan’s ego it seemed.

All, that was, except for a noted member.

LT-2 was not technically a large TV-man, although he was meant to be so when first under construction. He was to be a counterpart to Polycephaly himself, a comrade in battle to help manage the tides as the stakes seemed to be growing higher and higher. Those plans had gone up in smokes though. For a lot of reasons.

Like LT-2 activating too early. How LT-2 was a strange unit, self-destructive, impulsive, rash, ill-mannered, and reticent in ways that were even strange for the usual reserved members of the TV Faction. LT-2, who took on the name Paralipsis out of dislike of how everyone spoke about him without actually speaking to him. LT-2, who was the only one in the faction who when he heard the praise for the titan start to flow, tensed, hands curling into tight fists, and radiated an air of absolute distaste but always held his silence. That is what Polycephaly found strange. Paralipsis was not one to hold his words back. He was known to speak his mind in vicious, pointed words to those that crossed him.

And for all the obvious disgust he gave off, not once did he lash out at the others. He held his words inside in a manner that was clearly calculative that was counter intuitive to what his usual nature was.

“You don’t like how they praise the titan, do you,”

Polycephaly phrased it as a question, but spoke in a flat, to the point way that indicated his words were more a statement of truth merely looking for confirmation.

Paralipsis didn’t look over from where he leaned over the railing, twisting around it like he had no idea how sitting or leaning casually was suppose to work, more a four armed looming spider of unit, head cocked in Polycephaly’s direction as the only indication he heard the other large TV-man speak.

“It is annoying when it happens all the time,”

The answer was sneered out, venomous, and had taken a few moments to even be uttered showing careful thought. Everything Paralipsis said though was carefully mapped out. That is what had Polycephaly merely tilting his head, leaning in just a touch closer.

“Annoyance doesn’t cause that much disgust. You seem almost personally offended by the praise of another,” Polychephaly paused, voice a touch amused, but prying, “Would it be jealousy?”

That earned a scoffing sound from Paralipsis as he sat up some, finally turning to regard the other large TV with a buzz of disgust, “Hardly. I have nothing to be jealous of,” he stated bluntly, “You don’t become jealous of people you don’t respect,”

“Oh?” Polychephaly leaned against the railing carefully, letting the extra TVs on his back arrange themselves gently, “I had no idea you didn’t respect the titan,”

Paralipsis was silent for a long moment, staring over at Polycephaly before looking to where the engineers were moving about doing minor checks and repairs on the Titan TV-Man, “Not disrespect,” Paralipsis finally said, “That isn’t the way to word it.”

There was another long pause, one of Paralipsis’s four arms rising up to rub lightly at the side of his head, curled, pointed fingers like claws lightly dragging against the metal, “It is hard to explain the right words, if they even exist,”

“Complicated then?”

Polycephaly watched Paralipsis as he continued to scrape with delicate claws, not enough to leave marks, but just enough to create a grating, soft rasp under the claws.

“Complicated, yes,” Paralipsis gave a low hum, “There is respect, and disrespect, in equal values,”

“And the praise is all a part of it?”

“The praise is…” Paralipsis paused, careful again, as if realizing he almost said too much, “Harmless,” he said at last, “They all deserve to see their perfect idol, their hero, exactly as they picture him,”

Those words had the large TV-Man pausing, turning to regard Paralipsis more closely now, “That isn’t how you picture him,”

Paralipsis gave a shrug, “Doesn’t matter what I know,”

“What you know?”

An irritated sound rumbled up in Paralipsis’s speakers as he pushed himself up and away from the railing, “It doesn’t matter,” he repeated.

The walls were starting to creep up and a rattle of frustration was in the sigh Polycephaly let out as he regarded the other larger unit, “Would you answer if I inquired as to what you see of the Titan so I may better understand your disgust even in part?”

“Why are you curious anyways? You aren’t the sort to be inquisitive like a lost little cameraman, Polyphemus,” Paralipsis drawled, intentionally saying the wrong name.

Polycephaly at this point was use to the other TV-Man’s more disrespectful tone and attitude, especially when he was looking to push people away. Usually at this point, it was wise to simply stop as not much else would be pulled from Paralipsis, yet something in the air, or more his own exasperation has the larger TV-Man rearing up more to his full height, giving a rumble of his own distaste.

“At one point, we were made to be counterparts and that is not something I have abandoned entirely,” Polycephaly said, voice a low, flat sound, “I wish to understand you, not fully, just something more than the obvious barriers you put up. You are hiding something,”

Paralipsis was silent and for a moment, it seemed as if he would leave, vanish away to wherever it was he decided to hole up. He remained poised, a slight twitch of the head and hands, a rattle of irritation in his speakers like a soft feedback loop, before he let out a snort, crossing all four arms over his chest.

“I’m not hiding anything,” Paralipsis returned, “I just don’t like to lie for others,”

“Lie for others?”

“Lie for him,”

Paralipsis tilted his head to the side in the direction of the Titan TV-man who was leaned forward, chatting idly with the engineers as was usual for their faction leader. There was nothing out of the ordinary, although Polycephaly got the impression the titan was watching them from a distance just as carefully as Paralipsis chose his words.

“You are speaking vaguely again, Paralipsis,”

“Aren’t all heroes vague concepts though?” Paralipsis asked, “Every legend, every story, every history of valiant leaders, heroes who led armies into battles, defended cities, reclaimed homelands, stood up against the forces of evil?”

Paralipsis raised one hand to tap the side of his head, “But you never knew what was in their head, did you? Never once does all those stories tell us about how they really feel, do they? We just make them up, keep praising them until we all believe the story, the lie,”

Another long pause came as Paralipsis looked over towards the titan, staring a bit before snorting and turning away, “Lies sometimes are what is needed though to give everyone hope and keep morale up in this war. I just am not the sort that can swallow that lie whole even if I will keep it going for everyone else.”

“The praise for our titan then, you feel is a lie?” Polycephaly asked.

Paralipsis laughed, a raspy sound that was tired and amused all at once, “I know it is a lie,” he said, confidently as he tilted his head back some to look at the larger TV, “The biggest lie of all, and he wears it so fucking well, doesn’t he? None of you even know that-”

Again, Paralipsis paused, voice trailing off as if aware he was going to say too much. Some anger had bubbled up for a moment and Polycephaly felt he was on the cusp of something. Yet, it felt less like a blinding light of truth and more like a cliff into some dark abyss that he was standing beside. Paralipsis, shuddered, shaking his head, one hand coming up to rub at his head as he started to stalk off, shoulders hunched.

“Just let it go. Things are fine as is. I would rather everyone be happy than to know some things,”

Polycephaly stood a moment before he followed after Paralipsis, stepping around to cut the other TV off, “What it is you know,” he paused before lowering his voice, “Would it destroy this faction?”

Paralipsis took in those words, silent for a long while before he leaned in, voice hushed, “I think it would break a lot of people. That’s why I don’t say shit,” he hissed, “Because I care about the others and rather they were happy with their lie and their ideas and their perfect worldview of the titan to keep up the fight than to feel despair or question everything,”

He wanted to ask more and yet the questions didn’t come out of Polycephaly. The larger TV stood there, head turning some as he watched Paralipsis brush past him again, noting how now, the four armed TV was using two hands to clutch at his head, as if the whole conversation was causing some manner of physical distress.

Polycephaly wanted to ask so much more, but only one final true question escaped him.

“How would you know of something like that?”

Paralipsis paused in the doorway, looking over his shoulder, not at Polycephaly, but further away. At the TV-Titanman that was staring back, the two silent as always around each other in ways that sometimes unnerved others in the factions. One of Paralipsis’s hands clutched harder at his head as his whole form jerked like he was about to go into a fit before he forced himself to steady, straightening up.

“Ask him how. I won’t speak until he speaks first,” Paralipsis said at last, “But he won’t tell you. Never will probably,”

Paralipsis gave a mocking laugh before he stepped through the doorway, “Cowards choke on the truth,”

Polycephaly stood there silently. He felt like the truth, whatever it was, hung heavy in the air around him, just out of sight. It was if the whole time Paralipsis had been telling him everything that he needed to know to piece this together, but never saying so directly.

Ironic really, given how that in of itself was a paralipsis.

The large TV-Man turned over the whole conversation in his head as he glanced back. The titan’s attention was back on the engineers again as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. The very picture of everything a titan and leader should be. Someone who was deserving of the praised heaped upon his shoulders and who all but glowed under it, smug and confident as ever. Powerful and skilled, fearless and bold.

“Cowards choke on the truth,”

Those words echoed in Polycephaly’s mind. Coward was not a word he would associate with the titan, and yet Paralipsis had spoken with such confidence, applying the word like a brand.

Coward.

But what did a titan have to fear?

Polycephaly let out a low sigh, raising one of his own hands to rub at the side of his head. Maybe he was thinking too much on this. After all, Paralipsis was a strange sort, a mean-spirited bastard who was known to say things to get reactions out of people.

Maybe that was all this was.

Maybe.

But something inside Polycephaly felt there was so much left unsaid, some terrible truth that wasn’t being voiced and now, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know or not.

Perhaps this one time, it was better to let things be.

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