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A CYBEX kétszeres ADAC tesztgyőztes

A CYBEX kétszeres ADAC tesztgyőztes

A CYBEX büszkén jelenti be, hogy a Cloud T i-Size+ a Base T bázistalp és a Solution T i-Fix modellje is győzelmet aratott az ADAC 2023. októberi tesztjén. Mindemellett, a Sirona T i-Size modell is bezsebelte a neki járó elismerést, hiszen a legjobbként végzett a 0-4 éves korosztálynak szánt gyerekülés kategóriában.  A termékek az alábbi eredményeket érték el: A Cloud T és a Base T bázistalp…

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💪 РАСКРОЙТЕ ВСЮ МОЩЬ CYBEX: искусство сборки!

Эй, ФитМэн! 🌟 Вы когда-нибудь задумывались, что происходит за кулисами, когда вы посещаете тренажерный зал или включаете свой домашний тренажер? Что ж, у нас есть возможность заглянуть в мир фитнес—магии, и все это о Cybex - мастерах симфонии тренажерного оборудования!

🏋️ Короли кардиотренировок, архитекторы силы, мастера функционального фитнеса — Cybex делает все это!

От беговых дорожек, которы�� заставляют вас чувствовать себя газелью на утренней пробежке, до силовых тренажеров, которые формируют ваши мышцы с точностью скульптуры Микеланджело, - Cybex - это место, где мечты о фитнесе становятся реальностью!

🌍 Мировые легенды, родившиеся в 76-м году!

Cybex - это не просто бренд; это наследие инноваций с 1976 года! 🚀 Имея глобальное присутствие в более чем 90 странах, они превратили потоотделение в вид искусства, которым пользуются любители фитнеса по всему миру.

💡 Отличие Cybex: Все дело в движениях!

Биомеханика, детка! Cybex не просто производит оборудование; они разрабатывают движения. Каждый выпад, скручивание и спринт - это шаг к тому, чтобы вы стали сильнее и здоровее.

🔨 Мы собираем как профессионалы, потому что Cybex Этого заслуживает!

Представьте, что вы собираете оборудование для фитнеса с изяществом шеф—повара, готовящего изысканное блюдо - да, это мы с Cybex! Наша команда мастеров по сборке воплощает волшебство в жизнь, гарантируя, что ваше путешествие в фитнес начнется с правильной ноги.

🌟 За пределами тренажерного зала: Cybex Smart Fitness!

Возможность подключения, долговечность и немного потрясности! Cybex - это не просто потливость, это стиль жизни. Умные функции, надежное телосложение и возможность продлить список ваших тренировок — потому что фитнес должен быть таким же умным, как и вы сами!

Готовы погрузиться в мир превосходного фитнеса Cybex? Нажмите на ссылку ниже, чтобы получить полную информацию.

Открой магию Cybex здесь: 👉 https://perper.ru/sborka-trenazherov/sborka-trenazherov-Cybex 👈

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A thought occurs, Vector Prime

The word "master" comes up a lot across Transformers history, both as titles (e.g. of the Head-, Micro-, and Power- variety), and occasionally in names, perhaps most notably in the ignominious Motormaster. Is there a Cybertronian-to-English equivalency that describes this phenomenon, akin to ancient Cybertronian roughly translating to Earth Latin?

Dear Masterful Muse,

In the distant past, the medical code language of Diagnostic Drones and Medicroids was eventually patched into Old High Cybex, giving us medical terms for our bio-mechanical organs. Each organ or limb typically had a central control unit or "master" control system. At this point, it was strictly a medical term. You could refer to a damaged "legmaster" if you had trouble walking, or having a good "wheelmaster" if you were adapted for offroad driving. In fact, the "Master Sword" still serves to engage and control Fortress Maximus' transformation cog.

Over time, it became slang for confident (or arrogant) bots in some domain. For example, a "mouthmaster" is a clever or wily speaker. It became commonplace to even name yourself with this old suffix, as Turbo Master or Blaze Master can also attest, and whole organizations or subgroups later followed.

[somerandonamedz]

Heads up

Big things are (hopefully) coming soon

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Functional trainers are versatile pieces of gym equipment designed to provide a wide range of exercises and workouts. These machines use adjustable pulley systems, cables, and attachments to target various muscle groups, making them ideal for strength training, functional fitness, and rehabilitation exercises. With options for barbells, dumbbells, and body weight exercises, functional trainers offer a comprehensive fitness experience. Users can perform barbell squats, cable rows, lunges, and more, making them suitable for both beginners and advanced athletes. Whether you're looking to build muscle, increase flexibility, or improve overall fitness, functional trainers are a valuable addition to any home or commercial gym.

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M.S., a veteran golfer, believed his golfing days had come to an end as age took a toll on his body. However, a golf-specific program led by Richard Dunsby at Optimal Fitness as confirmed by him, ‘came to rescue’. Within six weeks, M.S. experienced a pain-free body and a revitalized swing. Richard's success story showcases the power niche fitness programs are holding nowadays in Dubai.

Independent or goal-specific facilities are thus contributing to a larger market share owing to their independent outlook on activities as compared to chained outlets who share the same ideology all around their operating area.

2.Targeting Specific Groups

Fitness professionals in the UAE are increasingly recognizing the demand for tailored made workouts designed for specific groups. One such example is Georgie Ricks, founder of 'Its a PCOS Party,' a bespoke coaching program for women battling polycystic ovarian syndrome. By providing detailed and personalized regimes, Georgie addresses the unique challenges faced by these women in their day to day activities. This niche approach empowers them, fostering a sense of understanding, trust, and progress toward their fitness goals.

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The response to niche fitness programs in the UAE fitness market has been overwhelming. Georgie Ricks, since launching her PCOS coaching program, has witnessed unprecedented interest. What initially started with a few clients rapidly escalated to a waitlist due to the immense demand. This surge in interest indicates the vast number of individuals seeking specialized fitness solutions to address their specific needs.

4.What’s next?

As per our estimates at Ken Research, as the fitness industry in the UAE continues to evolve, niche fitness programs are transforming the lives of individuals seeking personalized approaches. These programs cater to specific groups, address unique challenges, and deliver tailored solutions. The success stories and increasing demand highlight the significance of niche fitness in empowering individuals to achieve their health and wellness goals. With specialized programs and products gaining popularity, the UAE's fitness landscape is embracing a more personalized and inclusive future.

Company founders are tapping the need for personalized workouts, majorly because they have recognized the client specific problems. This has led to them catering to that particular niche only which is something that’ll go on for years to come.

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Pretty girl

Leah Williamson x reader

A note from the author: Tihi, just a short lil cutie fic from my cuties. Not too happy with this one :/ Intuition p2 and How this ends p2 will be out this weekend; planning to finish them on the plane.

Warnings: None.

Summary: Reader is pregnant and has her hands full, before a mysterious girl offers to carry her stuff to her car.

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You found yourself in the middle of an isle in the cutest little baby boutique you had ever laid your hands on. The boutique was rather high end, but you didn't mind. All of the clothes were adorable and it felt like for each item you looked at; it was getting even cuter. Music was beaming in your ears and the cooling sensation from the air condition felt good on your body. It was fairly hot in England, and you were just wearing your bright pink summer dress. Your hands roamed through the materials on the shelf. The need to nest had crept up on you a few weeks ago which led you to hire people to do the nursery.

Life had been picture perfect; a good paying job, a blooming career, a hot fiance, a newly purchased dream house, the kindest golden retriever and your new Lexus made life seem like it was a bliss. You thought that life couldn't get any better until you one morning watched two little lines appear on a pregnancy test. From this moment, life was perfect. It was even more perfect when you got told that you were carrying a little baby girl around with you. But that was when your world came crashing down. Your fiancé had decided that he wasn't ready for a child, funny enough just when you were told that it was a girl. Perhaps it was the fear of being a girl dad that scared him, and you honestly didn’t blame him. It was scary to have a child, but you would rather have a child alone than a child that wasn’t gonna feel love from both parents. The instant he left, you decided that you were still going to make the best out of it. You made a promise to love your little girl enough for the both of you.

Your hand reached for a pink little onesie with pink lacing around the neck. It was an adorable and you immediately decided that you needed the piece of clothing. The next thing you grabbed was a little pink skirt before adding another onesie with some flowers on it. The basket quickly filled up before you got an employee to help you with deciding on a crib. You ended up with a white crib with soft paintings of roses next to it. It fit the aesthetic of the room perfectly. You were a girly girl through and through. Then you headed towards the register, paying for all the clothes and the crib before you got the girl to bring out your pre ordered car seat. It was a cybex car seat with a 360 turn and a stroller attachment. It felt good to know that you had everything taken care of. You wanted everything to be perfect for her. Anything for your little girl.

«Alright Miss, that comes up to 478.90 p, cash or card?» the cashier says as she smiles towards you. She looked young, not older than 20, but she was for sure good at her job.” Card, please» you confirmed as you pulled out your Amex.

Once you had paid, the girl had bagged everything up for you. You placed the rather large bag in the baby seat and carried the box with your other hand. It was a struggle and you mentally cursed yourself for not bringing help.

«Please, let me help you with that! »

A girl’s voice calls from behind you. You turn around still holding on to both the box with the crib, the car seat and the paper bags of clothes for your baby. Your gaze meets the girl’s worried gaze. You smile gratefully at her while handing over the bag. Unexpectedly, she grabs everything from your hands. It makes you blush slightly, and you tuck your hair behind your ear.

“You didn’t have to, thank you so much! I should probably have parked closer to the store” you say with a little giggle at the end of the sentence. The girl smiles in return, and you catch a glimpse of her defined arms while she walks infront of you to the car. The sight makes you feel warm thought your body. Wow, you think to yourself. People are still good.

You pressed your key making the car beep and the lights blink. The girl immediately goes towards the correct car and gives you a nod of approval. «Rad looking car, i love a good blackout window» she compliments which causes you to instantly smile. You both stop behind the car before you press the booth waiting for the electric door to open.

When you stand there, you see the girls sunglasses slipping off and you instinctively push them carefully back up. The girl gives you a charming smile before placing your boxes inside the car. She presses the button on the trunk which makes it shut itself close, and you place your handbag in the passenger seat.

“Thank you so much, uhm, what was your name again?”

“I didn’t say my name”

“What is your name?”

“It’s a secret”

“Hm, keep being stubborn, you look like a Anya. So Anya it is!” You tease while crossing your arms before an unexpected silence wraps around your conversation. Anya, as you have decided to call her, smiles at you while shaking her head lightly. She doesn’t say anything which makes you feel uncomfortable. You love to talk, and your parents always said that your talent was that you could find something to talk about in any situation. But this situation was different, you felt at loss for words. You decided to go the safe route and be polite again.

“Again thank you so much, Anya! Could I offer you anything? A coffee and a pastry, maybe?” you suggest, mostly out of courtesy not really think much of it ready to hop into your car.

“Actually, I would love that” she smiles back. You look gobsmacked for a second making her face frown a little. “Oh,Sorry, I just assumed you didn’t want to, but let’s go. I know the perfect place!” you cheer trying to stop the situation from escalating making your face light up. She smiles from your enthusiasm.

“Alright, Mrs. Whe-“

You interrupt her while pointing demonstrably to your finger without a ring, but a clear tan line from where your engagement ring once sat. “It’s Miss”

She smiles cheekily before nodding in approval.

“Miss, where do you wanna go?”

“I know the perfect place. It’s just around the corner, walk with me.” You say as you grab your purse and close the door of your car. The stroll to the cafe isn’t too long, just a good 7 minute walk. You don’t really say much on your way there, because you don’t know what to say. It’s uncomfortable for you, because you always know what to talk about. You stop at the cafe and enter it while the smell of cinnamon rolls is welcoming you.

“Cute place, didn’t know this place even existed” Anya says as she scans the room looking over her sunglasses.

“It’s my indefinite favourite, I used to come here all the time. They have the best service and the best coffee, I promise” you say as the barista comes to the register.

“Y/N! Hiya! My favourite customer. The usual for you today?” She says as she smiles. It’s the owner of the cafe, Tiana, she was the first person you got to know once you moved to the city. “You know it Ti” you say as you smile before you look over at the blonde you brought with you.

“What about you Miss, what can I offer you today?” Tiana asked as she looked over at the blonde. She scans the menu quickly, and looks at you. “Make that a double.” She says making you blush. You look down at your shoes confused. Oh, how you loved a pretty face and Anya was a sight for sore eyes.

“Alright, that gets you to 5.99, cash or card?” Tiana asked looking at you. “Card” you repeate while roaming through you bag to find your card. Once you find it, you look over at the blonde who has her card over the terminal just as the terminal beeps before confirming that the payment went through. You look at her as you cross your arms. “I was supposed to get that!” You complain as you frown.

“I always pay on the first date” she says. The statement makes your mind go crazy. You felt like a thousand butterflies were rushing through your belly and you instinctively rest a hand on your bump. Did she really say that? you think. You settle on the assumption that she probably said something else, but you just misheard what she said.

You head over to a table with a view of the nearby park, perfect for people watching. Your iced mocha with a pump of vanilla and cinnamon rolls comes to your table. Tiana smiles at you before placing it down. “Enjoy your little…” she says before leaning in. “Date” she whispers which causes you to blush instantly. The blonde just looks at you while smiling before she sips the drink.

“Tell me what you think! Isn’t it just glorious?" you ask before taking a sip of your own.

"It sure is good, you really were right about that one" she says before placing it down and picking up her cinnamon roll.

"So, Y/N, tell me more about yourself" she suggest before digging into her roll.

You clear your throat as you try to think of what to say.

"Well, im 25 and i work as a lawyer for this international company which is also why i moved to this city. I am currently pregnant, which you probably figured anyway. My ex fiance left me a few months ago, and since then; it has only been me, little girly inside here and our-, my golden retriever, Tucker" you realise you are rambling, making you feel slighly embarassed over your excitement. You pop a piece of the cinnamon roll in your mouth to make you shut up.

“Interesting, sounds like he was an ass. Sorry about him” she says as she straightens up her posture.

“Oh, don’t be! I’d rather have him out now than when she gets here. Wouldn’t want to get too used to having a pair of extra hands when it was just gonna be me. Besides, my sisters are more than happy to help so I will be lucky if I can have my hands on her”

You joke, feeling embarrassed again.

“Sorry, sorry, I tend to ramble. Please feel free to tell me to shut up” you mumble as your cheeks blush.

“I don’t mind at all. Strong and independent” She smiles before taking another sip of her coffee. Her eyes meets yours and you finally notice how blue her eyes are. Crystal clear blue.

“Tell me more about you, please?” You ask before shoving another piece of pastry down your throat. The comfort from her made you feel better about yourself. It was rare that people understood your rambling, but she really didn’t seem to mind.

“Well, my name is Leah, I am 27 and I work in sports. I don’t have a dog or a cat, which I probably should, seems like it is good company, yeah?” she says while smiling at you.

“Definitely! I love tucker, he has been such a good help when it comes to getting past my ex and everything. It made it feel much smoother and I was forced to get fresh air when I was at my lowest, he really is the bestest boy.” You exclaim while pulling up your phone to flash Leah your screen, a picture of Tucker with a scrunchie holding his ears on the top of his head while he has an attitude on his face. Leah giggles when she sees the picture which makes you feel good. “Wow, he really looks like an absolute sweetheart.” She says before the conversation flows through topics like food, goals, hobbies and motivation.

And before m you know it, she is finishing her drink up. She places the cup firmly on the table making it cling. “I need to get going to work, walk with me?” She askes before pushing her chair out. “Of course, it would be an honour” you state before mentally facepalming yourself to the moon. But Leah dosent seem to care, she seems to finds it sweet.

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When you eventually get back to the parking lot, she follows you back to your car before opening the door for you. You giggle at her before jumping in. She leans towards the roof of your car while shading her face from the sun by putting her hand up, once again showing off her toned arms.

“Thank you again, Leah. For carrying my stuff and the coffee. I wish you would’ve let me paid. Can I transfer you?” You suggest pulling up your phone expecting her banking details.

She shooks her head before smirking.

“I know what you can do to show your appreciation”

“What? I’d do anything”

“You are single, right?”

“Uh, I..”

“Oh, man, I’m sorry fo-“

“No, no! I’m single, just caught off guard. Is there a blind date you want to set me up with? Like with your brother?”

“God, no. How about a date with me? You put on a nice dress and i’ll make a reservation for us for Saturday?”

You become too stunned to speak. Not finding your words. Your thoughts are going at 100 miles per hour and you couldn’t separate your head from your ass if you tried.

“You realise that I’m pregnant, right? Like, about to have a baby in some months?” You ask slightly embarrassed, but not wanting to trap her or lure her into something when you are pregnant. It is a lot to deal with when it comes to dating someone pregnant.

“Yes?” She bluntly asked with a confused look on her face while she ruffles her hair back.

“Oh, are you sure? You can always change your mind, I wouldn’t blame you at all. Taking someone on a date is tough, but a pregnant woman? Gosh, that is probably terrifying.” You ramble on feeling slightly anxious. It isn’t that you don’t want to date her, but you are scared that she is getting herself into something that she will struggle getting out off.

“I honestly don’t mind, you have a good heart and a pretty face. You are an exceptional talker, and you are intelligent. Being pregnant is a situation in your life, it’s not your personality. I don’t mind that, or kids, or fur kids at all. So, what do you say?”

You sit there, absolutely gobsmacked for the third time within the hours.

“Okay, okay if you really want to. Then yes, I’ll go on a date with you, but remember that you can always say no”

“Alright pretty girl, pop your number into my phone and I’ll text you the details, yeah?”

You nod while grabbing her phone putting your number in under your name before handing it back over.

“I guess I’ll see you soon?”

“I promise that you will, now take care of both you, little miss inside of you and Tucker!” She says before winking as she closes your door carefully and turns to walk to her car. You sit in the car speechless. You don’t even understand what just happened. What just spun out over the last hour. You have so many feelings at once that you feel a tear drop to your lap. Damn you hormones, you say before drying your eyes making you giggle over your own silliness. She was just such a good woman.

You pull out of the parking lot listening to Taylor Swift bopping along to the music. The beaming streets passing as your car you drive. When you eventually pull up to your home, you look at your phone. To your surprise, you see a text from a new number.

“Pretty girl, be ready on Saturday at 19. I’ll pick you up. Leah xx”

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A CYBEX új La Parisienne kollekciója a Ritz Parisben debütált

A CYBEX új La Parisienne kollekciója a Ritz Parisben debütált

A CYBEX bemutatja a La Parisienne-t, amely stílusos tisztelgés a legnagyobb párizsi divattervezők permanens öröksége és a haute couture kultúrára gyakorolt hatása előtt. Olyan divatlegendák inspirálták az egyedülálló kollekciót, mint Coco Chanel, Christian Dior és Yves Saint Laurent.  A La Parisienne egy kortárs ikonikus remekművekből álló kollekció, amely azoknak szól, akik még igazán értékelni…

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BRAINROT TIME!!! How I think the Constructicons would sign their names (and their calligraphy in general ig)

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Scrapper's handwriting would be similar to technical lettering used by architects - tho I think in a casual scenario he would put a little bit of flare to it - it is also very small and condensed, to match his modest demeanor.

Long Haul's is also similar to technical lettering but doesn't follow the size guides (clearly). He writes so big not only because he has big hands (c'mon pens only come in one size), but also because he has the mindset of: "My writing must be 100% clear and legible because I don't want any dumbaft asking what's written on the damn paper."

Hook obviously would write in cursive, we can all agree on that right? He also would have his own fountain pen (with his name etched on it, in its own case, that also has his name on it), because who is he to write with a simpleton's ballpoint? However when making projects he is forced to write using technical lettering.

Bonecrusher uses part of Hook's writing to write his own name (corny ewww), he also borrows Hook's fountain pen. I imagine him writing with it using his fist because fuck it - this mindset also translates to his handwriting, he doesn't care about consistency, line quality, readability, aesthetics, or anything of the sort, just pure controlled chaos (he also doesn't believe is following the lines on the paper, he makes his own lines fuck it)

Mixmaster is a lost cause. His handwriting is really really reeeeally bad, and he doesn't care too much about it, but the other Constructicons often joke about how he made up his own language. It's not really a problem, since he can understand what he writes(the other Construticons also can, gestalt benefits), and most things on Cybertron are written using digital means (monitors, keyboards, whatever), only on Earth have they switched to paper and pen.

Scavy, being literally ancient, only knows Primal Vernacular. If you ask him to write something he'll most likely panic, he really hates sticking out like a sore thumb among "normal mechs" and the weird looks he gets along with it. He tried learning Neo-Cybex, but he really couldn't grasp it (even though it's simpler than Ancient Cybertronian), as of now he can only speak it (with an accent)

[askvectorprime]

Dear Vector Sigma, what is the most common cybertronian name?

Dear Vernacular Voice,

The human larynx cannot generate the sounds of Cybertronix or even the much simpler Old High Cybex. I have tried to represent sounds that you lack in writing with digits, but this has not been useful for teaching our language to humans.

Having said that, the most common name sounds something like cm9ib3RzIGluIGRpc2d1aXNl. It means approximately "super metal robot in disguise". It's a very old name, first attested in the mythical Living Pulley era of our history, originally referring to the very first Transformers and has since become a very generic name. These days, it's roughly equivalent to "pal" in "Hey, pal!"

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

Infection control

A Cody Burns gets abducted by aliens fic.

Cody wasn't even aware anything was happening. One moment, he was camping with Frankie and Boulder, painting the night sky and splattering paint on each other. The next, he woke up in a filthy cage surrounded by all kinds of familiar and alien animals.

There was a bot, at least. A yellow and purple one, talking in what Cody recognized as cybex to a computer terminal. It took some effort, but Cody eventually switched on the translator on his comm link.

It was worse than he thought. The bot seemed to be haggling a price out of the unknown caller. He was getting angrier and angrier, finally ending the call with a huff and stomping over to Cody's cage.

"You," he said, practically vibrating with anger. "Are going to get this whole operation shut down. Of course, out of all the places I go to get a test sample of a potential product, it had to be Autobot central. Not only that, you're apparently the offspring of one of the prime's pets. Now, I am way too far away to just shove you in an escape pod and hurl you back into that cursed marble's atmosphere, and, on top of all that, you're a juvenile, which means that everything I do right now is way more illegal then I can get comfortable with." The bot grabbed a sack of some sort of kibble out of a cabinet. "And if you think you're getting any of this, you are sorely mistaken!" He shouted, riling up the animals. The bot portioned out the kibble to each animal, occasionally swapping it with different meats and vegetation.

Cody decided it was best to play dumb for the time being, sitting on the floor of the wire cage. The cage had a mesh bottom, with holes to the sides. After watching the bot use a hose to clear away droppings from the bottom of a similar cage, Cody got a better idea of what he was sitting in. Good thing he was wearing his ratty painting clothes.

He shivered, and he wished he had his warm, heavy jacket. It was being washed, having been dropped off at a dry cleaner specializing in old textiles.

The jacket had been passed down from when his grandpa had been his age, and they literally didn't make them like they used to. It was all real leather, wool, and cotton, and was almost indestructible. What little wear and tear that showed up was almost always fixed with some leather shoe polish or a trip to the dry cleaners or tailor. He knew that his siblings were saving up to get him a new one made by a professional historical tailor when he stopped growing. It would quite possibly cost more than a month of any one of his siblings' salary, but he had proven time and time again growing up that he had a knack for ruining clothes. His signature green t-shirts were bought in bulk from the same uniform company that produced the rescue team's uniforms.

He looked the bot in the eye as he made a big show of skipping his cage.

Too much time passed by before the bot, Swindle, he found out, finally gave him some of that kibble stuff and murky, gritty water. But, it was water, cold, like everything in this place, and he drank every drop he was given, making a face as the grit made a slime on his tongue.

A few of the animals had been sold to various buyers, a few touring the room they were in. One or two seemed interested in him, and Swindle would take him out of the cage and rattle off the same list of attributes associated with humans and, occasionally, make a big show of showing them his feet and hands, particularly his nails, which he had been growing so Frankie could paint his nails.

They had a running gag that Frankie was going to take him to the nail salon in town and get hot pink acrylic nails together. Usually, Frankie just gave him dark green or a color that matched his skin tone so well that the bots thought he had shed them. That was a hilarious conversation to have.

But, no one bought him. Swindle was starting to get frustrated, and when he got in that mood, water was scarce, and food was even scarcer.

Cody was starting to lose hope that he would ever be fed when a loud boom echoed through the ship. He could only stay awake long enough to hear the sound of bolt cutters sniping through the first few wires of the cage before he couldn't stand anymore, and the disgusting cage floor rose up to meet him.

Cody first woke up in too bright room, the sounds of beeping and indecipherable voices in languages he couldn't understand rushing to his ears. He tried to cover them but found that he couldn't do much more than squirm, a soft fabric, half damp against his wet skin, trapped him in a fetal position. He was on his back on a hard surface, a bright light in his eyes as blurry shapes darted around him. A too big hand with - three fingers? Put a gloved hand over his face, giving him relief from the light. He could feel the fabric his arms and legs trapped loosen, and something metal and cold gently pulled his arm out of the fabric wrapping. He felt the pinch of a needle in the crook of his arm and felt the thumb of the gloved hand over his eyes stroke his cheek, wiping away a few tears.

Cody woke up again in a pile of soft blankets, his head pounding. The first thing he felt after the headache started to subside was that he was wearing different clothes. He looked down to see he was dressed in a clean, two-piece garment that seemed to be closed by overlapping panels of stretchy, soft fabric. His nails had little neon rubber caps over them, the surface ridged so he could still pick things up easily.

The lights in the room were dimmed, the walls white. Cody looked down again to see that he had two disconnected IVs still in the back of his left hand and crook of that elbow. He stretched and could feel a few bandages on his shoulders and upper back. He jumped when a panel in his room turned out to be a screen.

Other than a pleasant blue background and a pair of white outlined boxes, the screen was blank. Cody got up from the pile of blankets and wobbled slowly into view of the screen.

As soon as Cody settled into frame, the screen started playing prerecorded audio, with translated captions scrolling slowly off to the side.

"Hello there, Cody. I know you might not be feeling well, so I will keep this brief. If you are here, you were taken by a pet trafficking ring or were exposed to a disease originating from a world known for its pet trade. Of course, you are sentient and will be treated as such. Unfortunately, protocol dictates that you have to serve a mandated equivalent of two earth week quarantine before being returned to Earth. The faction known as the Autobots will be receiving you after the quarantine. Now that the fancy legal stuff is over, I can talk a bit nicer. My name is Dr. Rav'ac. I will be attending quarantine with you along with my two medical students and three nurses. We appear as depicted onscreen."

Cody examen the photo realistic models of each of the aliens. As he suspected, Dr Rav'ac had three fingers on each hand. He was a dusty oranage color and had four legs configured like a spider's underneath him. The medical students were both from his race, while the two nurses, a shorter, many armed blue insectoid and a tall and lanky pale green being that reminded Cody of a giraffe.

"All medications will be dispensed below the screen." Rav'ac continued, pausing to let Cody be distracted by the screen. "and you will be required to take all of them. If something isn't agreeing with you, tell us immediately. We are required by law to take blood and other samples for lab testing. On those days, there will also be a small cup of blue gel. I will tell you now that it is meant to make you feel drowsy, and it includes some very mild painkillers to remove any discomfort. You will still be conscious and should be capable of answering simple questions, but I feel like it is better to know beforehand. You were put under anesthesia when we brought you in due to the fragile state you were in. After passing a basic health exam, we cleaned off the waste that was eating at your skin and got you into a nice climate controlled room to help keep up your body temperature. There is a seated waste disposal directly across from your bedding, and a clean water dispenser right next to it for washing your hands and drinking water. If you want food, just tap the screen and ask, and we will get some for you. Again, if any medicine you take, food you eat, or anything you come in contact with causes a reaction or pain, please notify us immediately through the screen. Do you understand everything i have told you today?"

"Yeah, I think so." Cody said, digesting all that information slowly.

"A transcript of this conversation will be available to you for review on the home screen. I will let you rest for a few days before the first round of mandated tests. For your sake, I hope this is all a waste of time." Rav'ac said solemnly, ending the call.

Cody used the toilet, then curled up in the tangle of bedding. The lights dimmed even lower, and he drifted off to sleep.

Rav'ac had bad news the next morning. An animal that had died on the ship had its autopsy results come back, and it was positive for a bacteria well known for jumping from species to species. A short quarantine had now become a two month enforced stay, with near daily checkups and enough blood and tissue samples to leave Cody constantly a little dizzy. Antibiotics became a constant, and Cody was thankful that the medical staff was more than happy to entertain every little request they could along the way. The gel became obsolete, as Cody was eager enough to get out of quarantine that he almost never put up a fight.

Well, except when they tried to take blood from his head after he blew a vein. He may have tried to bite someone. Who knows? It never made it to official reports.

Luckily, the bacteria never made an appearance, and after one last week of quarantine, Heatwave and Optimus picked him up. Cody wasn't even ashamed of curling up in Heatwave's backseat and crying himself to sleep on the way back to Griffin Rock. He was mobbed by his siblings and dad as soon as Heatwave opened the door. Charlie carried his son to the red couch quietly, tucking his head under his chin and rubbing his youngest's back as the rest of his children piled around him. The five of them fell asleep there, all curled up together. The photo, taken by Optimus before he left, was shared with all their phones the next morning.

Cody practically ripped off the hospital clothes he had been given and snuggled into one of Kade's old t-shirts he had stolen when he was little. He was kinda sad that it was now starting to fit him properly. Old pj shorts were a necessity, along with his jacket and a day off with his whole family, bots included. For once, the island let the family of heroes have their peace, not a single disaster in sight.