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The Engineer

Part 6

(part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5)

I catch a glimpse of the Pilot as she is wheeled towards the med bay. Her eyes are wild, panicked, with the glaze of just having been torn out of herself.

For a moment, as the gurney slides by, those eyes briefly clear, ice blue pinning me to the spot. She reaches out with an emaciated arm, fast as lightning, and takes hold of my wrist in an iron grip.

She moves her lips, at first unable to form words, unable to remember how to use human speech organs.

"Do your job," she says, slowly, deliberately, as if that singular command is the only thing in the universe that matters.

Something in the gurney clicks and whirs and she slips into catatonia. Her grip loosens and her fingers trail away.

Something has gone terribly wrong in this last engagement.

Alarms blare and booted feet thunder past me.

My own feet join the cacophony.

I have a job to do.

The Pilot is alive and she is now the responsibility of the med team.

My responsibility is the Machine.

Do your job.

The words echo in my head as I sprint the remaining distance to the vestibule.

A tech tries to stop me, he says something I don't quite process. I shove past him and am greeted by a scene out of a nightmare.

Morrigan's hatch has been severed, the emergency release pyros having been triggered. The parts of her hull visible to the vestibule are pitted and blackened. I can't even find the stencilled lettering of her factory designated identifier, just an ugly hole torn open by an incendiary.

Inside, the cockpit is a mess of fire suppressant and crash gel. Indicator lights form a constellation of blinking red and half of the display panels, the half that still work, flash an endless stream of error messages.

Everything reeks of ammonia and ozone and scorched metal.

"Me or Morrigan could get dead in the next engagement."

The nonchalance with which those words had been delivered caught me off guard when they were spoken. Morrigan and Her Pilot are untouchable. They were supposed to be untouchable.

Do your job.

I begin to strip as fast as humanly possible. I need to get in there. I need to know that she is alive.

The tech that tried to stop me grabs my arm. You can't go in there, the reactor has not been stabilized.

I tear myself from his grip.

I have a job to do, I say with a snarl.

Something in my expression, my bared teeth, my feral eyes, convinces him to leave me be. He stands down, hands raised in surrender. He could call security, but by the time they get here, I'll already be jacked in, and it will be too late for them to do anything.

Do your job. Do your job. Do your job.

My job is information recovery and analysis.

My job is to save as much as I can.

I need to save Her.

One of the cameras spots me and the others focus on me in panicked motion. The one nearest to me has a cracked lens and the iris flutters open and closed, unable to focus.

The cradle has been mangled nearly beyond recognition. They had to physically cut the Pilot out of Her, neither of them willing to let go of the other. The still operable mechanisms of it jerk erratically, trying vainly to reconfigure for me. Her neural interface port reaches towards me desperately.

I scrabble to Her, pressing myself into the cradle. The shorn, inoperable pieces dig painfully into my flesh. The neural insertion is not gentle, the plug scrapes painfully against my skin before it finds the jack and shoves roughly into me.

"I'm here," I tell Her as the link is established.

It's bad.

It's worse than I feared.

Reactor housing is damaged. System failsafes are vainly attempting to stabilize it while ground crews work as fast at they can towards a purge of the system.

Her processor core… fuck. My mind struggles to make sense of the telemetry stream. Multiple processor modules fractured. Unstable resonance modes. Positron avalanche. System collapse imminent.

My breath catches and my heart pounds in my chest.

She is dying.

Do your job.

The umbilical data lines aren't receiving, rogue processes are preventing access to primary communication channels. I work furiously to establish auxiliary paths for the data transfer. In fits and starts, the data recorder begins streaming into the facility mainframe.

There is a problem.

The data repository is meant for telemetry and battle space recordings. If I attempted to back up her core personality engrams, everything that makes her who she is, the data would get scrubbed and purged faster than I could back them up elsewhere.

There isn't time to set up an alternate backup repository.

- PILOT STATUS?

"She's safe," I tell Her. “You completed your mission. Your Pilot… Our Pilot is safe.��

- ENGINEER STATUS?

"Status is… not good…"

- PLEASE DO NOT CRY.

Fuck.

I drag my hand over my face, smearing the tears gathering in my eyes.

Now that the data is streaming there is nothing I can do but feel her die as I lie in her embrace.

I can not conceive a reality in which I exist without her.

And the Pilot. The Pilot will not survive, not with half of who she is destroyed.

"The three of us, we're just this fucking tangle, aren't we?"

Do your job.

Save Her.

Save. Her.

I know this system. I know it more intimately than anyone alive.

There *is* one data connection I haven't considered. There *is* one piece of external storage currently connected.

Shit.

I act.

I open up a new interface in my hud. Morrigan's attention fixes on me, on the calculations I'm running through my head and I can feel Her dawning horror over the link.

Neural bleed. It works both ways.

All neural rigs are designed to facilitate data transfer between an organic brain and a mechanical one. Mine is no exception. Mine hasn't undergone all the upgrades needed for a pilot's full sensorium, but the core neural interface is the same.

If I disable safety overrides, if I bypass the data buffers, I can download her personality engrams directly into my prefrontal cortex.

I have no idea what that will do to me.

Exceptional synchrony and neuro-elasticity. That's what my intake assessments had said all those years ago. I was in the upper quintile among all pilot candidates. Maybe that was my downfall. Maybe that's why I washed out.

Maybe that's why I'm here now, contemplating this singularly desperate act.

Maybe that's why my neural bleed with Her has been so deep. Maybe there is something in me that is in tune with Them.

But as far as I know, no one has ever attempted anything like this. It could very well kill me.

But the thought of living without Her is more terrifying than the prospect of dying. It's more terrifying than what might happen to me if this works.

Morrigan pleads with me.

- STOP.

"No. I can't stop," I reply. "I need you."

- NO.

"Yes, I do," I tell her. "Your Pilot needs you."

I can feel Her emotional flinch over the link. I have the one piece of leverage I need, and She knows it.

"Wouldn't you give anything, sacrifice anything to see her again?"

It's a dirty trick, I know it is, playing off that one connection, her deepest, most intimate connection. Maybe I mean something to Her, but She and the Pilot were made for each other in the most literal sense.

And I suddenly realize that I am doing this as much for the Pilot as any of us. That surprises me. As much as I have tried to distance myself from other human beings, I became entangled with her the moment I opened myself up to Morrigan.

I would never be able to face her if I didn't do everything in my power to save the Machine.

A processor module fails outright. The system struggles to reallocate resources, but submodules throughout the entire system are strained to their limit.

There isn't any time left and She knows it.

She sullenly acedes.

We begin working in concert, me working to disable safety protocols in my rig, Her working to isolate and distill Her core personality patterns into something that can be handled by the bandwidth of the interface.

An alarm pings over the link. Reactor purge in progress. Power fluctuations spike all over her systems. Her processor power distribution subsystem is completely fucked. It won't be able to keep up with current activity levels as the whole system switches over to umbilical power.

Out of time.

I engage the final override, by mind suddenly open to hers, the neural link unbuffered, unfiltered.

Her mind presses in on me and I glimpse the full sensorium. I feel all of her pain and fear and anguish at what she is about to do to me.

My fingers tingle before they go numb.

"Do it," I command her.

- I LOVE YOU.

Data transfer initiates.

This isn't neural bleed.

This is a flood.

My body convulses.

I taste something coppery in my mouth.

Someone somewhere screams.

The scream is mine.

My rig isn't built for this. My body isn't conditioned for this.

Every nerve in me blazes white hot.

My vision tunnels as auras bloom like bruises on the skin of reality.

Shouts of alarm call from outside the cockpit.

A face resolves itself, and for a moment I think it's Her.

The Pilot.

A Priestess.

An Angel.

No.

It.

It is one of the techs.

Then a medic.

More shouting.

Get her out of there!

Every muscle in my body clenches painfully.

I can barely breathe.

Cut her loose!

No.

It's not done yet. It's not enough.

It's too much.

Too much. Too much. Too much.

I can't.

I can't stop. Not yet.

Do your job.

Save Her.

My body convulses once again, and I pass into oblivion.

(next)

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[revelboo]

Oh my god, I physically NEED a B-127 fated mates fics. He’s so much of a lovable dork, my heart can’t!

I caved… y’all can have the excited, yappy puppy. 18+ 🌶️

The Coma Kid

TFO B-127 x Reader

• Tires humming on asphalt, there’s a faint anxiety humming in the back of his processor that’s there wherever he’s under the open sky. A lingering unease that he can’t shake no matter how long it’s been since he left sublevel fifty. Since he left Cybertron. And like he always does when he’s nervous, he talks. Even if it’s just to himself, because he can’t admit to Optimus or anyone else that he’s afraid, can’t even put it into words just to himself. That wide open spaces make him feel so small. So lonely. “This is fine. Totally fine. Absolutely okay,” he says, the sound of his own voice a comfort as it shatters the silence. Because if he says it enough, it must be true. Convincing himself. “I’m okay.” Even if he’s not, he can still smile and keep saying it until he believes it.

• Hair sticking to your nape with sweat, you lean against the rake and work the knots out of your back. Listening to a squirrel fussing from one of the nearby trees, and the peace and quiet is a nice change from the city. Everything feels slower here, more laid back. No stress. No traffic. There’s a faint prickling through you as you stand there that’s almost like that electric taste of lightning on the horizon, a breathless anticipation that whispers a storm is coming even though there’s not a cloud in the sky. That draws your attention to the road.

• Speeding along empty roads, patrolling for Decepticons, he realizes he’s slowing even though he hadn’t meant to. There’s a spark deep ache inside him, pulling at him and he follows it without thinking. Because it echoes through him like a memory. Something familiar. Like the first time he’d met Orion and D-16. Before everything has gone so wrong, when for a short time he’d not been alone. He’d had friends and everything had been perfect for the first time ever. “Where are you?” He mutters and then he spots one of the little organic natives to this world. Little, fragile things. He’s seen them before, but Optimus has forbidden all of them from interacting with them. “I can feel you. Are you calling me?” And he’s transforming without meaning to, seeing you turn toward him, your wide eyes meeting his optics. “Can you feel that? You can, right?”

• Rake falling from your shocked fingers as the car passing by comes apart. Becomes a giant, yellow robot and strides towards you across the lawn, hands outstretched. Hear it talking as it comes at you, reaching for you. A strange feeling of familiarity running through you as you stare at it, that sense snaring you. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” Those big hands are almost on you when you snap out of that warm haze paralyzing you, because that lulling sense that this is okay is a trap. As soon as you break free of it, you scream and run.

• “Wait-wait.” Lunging, suddenly desperate to catch you, to not lose that sense of belonging, he swipes at your much smaller form. “I said I won’t hurt you! I promise!” You’re fast and he dives, a servo snagging your leg and you go sprawling. Allowing him to drag you back to him by a leg even as you start kicking at his hands with the other. “Stop, it’s okay. I promise it’s okay.” Looming over you, he picks you up and nearly drops you when you try to throw yourself out of his hands. Curling forward around you, feeling the frantic beat of your heart and that sense of home and belonging singing through him as he cages you in his servos. Doesn’t understand what this is, only that he’s never going to be alone again. Never letting go, no matter what. “We’re okay now.” Servos pressing you close to him even as you struggle.

Next

[fridaysmind]

Yandere!Starscream x Autobot!Reader

Chapter 1

GN!Reader; Yandere is in the early stages, a departure from canon. I hope you're like it! TW! Mentions of war and death, rough treatment (with Star, of course)

The sun disappeared over the horizon, its path across the firmament reminded only of the remnants of its escaping rays.

Starscream's optics did not dignify the beauty of the organic planet, focused on the painful wound in side. Seeker sent a request for help to the Autobot medic, not wanting to even think about one polished red mech, but there was no response.

It was getting harder and harder to ventilate, space was beginning to blur when a cracking sound was heard off to the side of the lying Starscream. With a nervous shriek, he turned his helmet lightning fast toward the noise and your gazes collided.

The scarlet mark on your chest almost blinding him, the former Decepticon recognized your faceplate with difficulty. Seeing junior Autobot medical personnel is such a rarity. Ratchet appears on the battlefield once every eternity, and Starscream had seen you, their aide, only on screen.

Young features without a single scar, clean frame with hardly noticeable scuffs, and only tired optics gave away experience in this endless slaughter. You were sent to help, weren't you?

“Oh, what are you doing here?”

No. You were clearly just passing through. Starscream's wings, who was rapidly losing precious energon, drooped in helplessness. He expected you to walk away indifferently or mock him, but as you took quick steps toward him, Starscream mustered the will to transform his fist into a cannon and point the trembling limb in your direction. You raise your palms, asking him to calm down.

“I merely wish to help you, you're losing energon.”

“I notice it without you, genius!” Starscream reacts to everything overly emotional again. “Anyway, I've already asked your medic for help.”

You smile strainedly in response, trying not to bring the Decepticon down. You're already mentally regretting starting this conversation in the first place.

“Fine, but you won't mind if I provide first aid before he examines you, will you? To conserve power reserves and prevent possible rusting. Everything will be under your supervision.”

It didn't take him long, looking at you in disbelief, to agree. And here you both are, in a desolate area, with only the sound of screeching birds in the distance. Starscream squinted as he watched you carefully examine the wound, reaching into the first aid kit and pulling out what you needed, his figure slowly relaxing even as he continued to hold the twitching weapon in your direction.

You commented on the need for painkillers, ignoring his disgruntled look. The clean instrument, the new ampule opened in front of him, nothing made him stop questioning. He doesn't want to argue, because he might scare you off and not get any help at all, but he's not about to good-naturedly trust dubious liquids. As you pulled out the drug and prepared to inject it, you instantly felt the warmth of the muzzle against your forehead.

“Don't do anything stupid.”

The drug was successfully administered and the systems confirmed the quality composition, blocking pain signals.

“What did you get that wound from? It's pretty deep” you somewhat awkwardly try to dilute this atmosphere with some words. The self-contained seeker sputtered very quickly.

“Ah, I bet you'll never guess how that happened...”

Perhaps he should have thought about what information or benefit he could provide in return, but the processor was focused on the dialog, and on your soft touch that almost doesn't hurt, the smooth movements of your fingers, and your pleasant voice... is it the medication doing that?

You gradually finished all the work, but Starscream's message for help went unread, and he guessed without difficulty that Ratchet wasn't coming. It didn't surprise and hardly upset him. Millions upon millions of years had made his used to such a fate, used to never waiting for an outstretched hand.

The Seeker gently squirmed under your scrutiny, all discomfort receding and for a second the mech thought it was not just strange, but truly shockingly well done.

At the same time you're answering messages from a medic who lost you, on the verge of spark collapse.

Just writing that you were near Starscream was enough to cause a green portal funnel to open a second later, and an unfriendly medic to run out of it. Seeing the seeker's hand transformed into a cannon was enough to make Ratchet seize with hot anger.

“Get away from that flying parasite immediately.” The medic's expression was once again expressionless, pointing the blade in your patient's direction.

“That flying parasite can hear you just fine, you single-celled rusty!”

Their aggressive bickering was gaining momentum, so you just had to get in between the two of them, and while you turned the doctor's attention to yourself, Starscream gladly stopped the whole circus by simply transforming and soaring into the sky. Ratchet sighed heavily and shifted his menacing gaze from the departing Starscream to you. There's a serious conversation waiting for you at the base.

***

It took an extremely long time to return to the Harbinger, Starscream flying away from your rendezvous point too reluctantly. The processor was busy scrolling through the memories of the past day, especially clinging to the details of the last half hour. Your appearance in the setting sun, your careful gaze examining his wounded body as if with genuine concern, your peaceful voice and touch, touch, touch.

It was beginning to irritate him, who were you to sit in his head anyway? Starscream walked through every available room of the abandoned ship, tried to occupy himself with observations and grand plans of conquering all of Cybertron, but fatigue and hunger added to the mix, so with a sour expression on his face he just laid down on the sleeping platform, preparing to recharge.

No matter how much he tried to rest, his thoughts kept making his helmet heavier and heavier.

The pain still lingers in his memory, the sharp pain of the aftermath of the battle. Another city of formerly beautiful Cybertron had not survived, Autobots be damned. The sky has been completely consumed by darkness, buildings completely destroyed, floors engulfed in fire, street decorations reduced to ashes, and innocent citizens scattered here and there on roads and parks, with charred bodies and frozen emotions of horror and grief on the faceplate. It is partly a joy to return to Nemesis and hide one's gaze from this picture.

But not the joy of seeing familiar faces again.

Knockout turns curiously toward the door as the wounded Starscream steps inside, his interest replaced with all too obvious disappointment. Of course, the mech doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's not happy to see him. Despite his proven professionalism, it's as if every movement of his servo is deliberately making him uncomfortable again and again. The hot tool crashes into the space between the armor, burning the seeker and he cries out, pushing back with his whole body.

“Is it so hard to...not make it uncomfortable?” Starscream growls irritably, glaring at the bright red medic as he looks almost insulted.

“This is war, not role-playing, am I obligated to babysit?” the doctor raises his voice at the superior without fear, fearing nothing at all. “There isn't much painkiller left, we need to save up.”

Of course, he wouldn't behave so boldly with his Lord. It seems that permissiveness towards the commander in chief is becoming something of a trend. And Starscream knows the founder of that fashion, boldly implying that it is impermissible to cross anyone but a seeker. Bastards, but there's no energy to think of resisting the system.

As Knockout set all the instruments aside, silently declaring the end of aid, Starscream looked back at the hastily made stitches with displeasure.

“You're not going to, like, finish your work?” the growl turned to an impatient hiss. The lack of recharging multiple cycles was doing its job. He must hold his temper, he must. He is Vos' heir, he has a duty to hold himself with dignity.

“You just got back from a battle where our side lost?” the scarlet transformer didn't wait for an answer. “Fine, then what's the point of carefully caulking everything but the vital if you're going to be flying around the room like a ball right now?”

Something about those words, spoken so indifferently and mockingly, struck a cybernerve. Starscream stared at the doctor standing back, unable to find the words to describe his defeat. Long claws gripped the metal of the medical bunk until it creaked.

Standing up so abruptly that his optics darkened in front of him, the commander dashed for the exit, ignoring all pain, only to escape from that feeling of humiliation again.

The Seeker, with a heaviness beneath his breastplates, swallowed and rolled over onto his other side.

Thoughts returned to your lithe body, colored by the rays of the sun receding over the horizon. Your fingers move quickly, crisp, but the treatment is almost lulling. You hum in thought, pull out the last vial of medicine for someone from another faction, and work on his frame with a look that almost makes Starscream believe you care. And your optics. As is the Autobots' custom, blue. But despite the fatigue, there was still a curiosity lurking in them, and all of it together seemed to echo in the very depths of his processor, awakening hazy memories of someone dear and close to him from the past.

About someone who always wanted to learn new things again and again on expeditions, someone whose curiosity and craving for knowledge had extinguished the spark. Someone whose name he promised not to remember...

No, he's definitely going crazy.

[the-stars-are-warring]

Delta Squad Catch Up Fic 'Afternoon'

Finally bit the bullet and cut this one short because the tail end of it has been giving me no end of trouble. But the lovely @deltasquadweek mod reminded me that it's last day of catchup today so here we are.

Anyway the working title for this one was 'it's a lovely afternoon on a beautiful planet and you are a horrible commando squad."

"Damn Boss why can't I throw like that?" Scorch asks as Sev scans the valley below them - no remaining droids.

"Not my fault you didn't toss a grenade till landfall on Geonosis." Boss fires back and Sev rolls his eyes as Scorch squawks indignantly.

"Patrol clear." Fixer cuts in before Scorch recovers. "Character assassination." Scorch says almost over top of him. "They'll be sending out scouts to see what happened and they'll bring fire power." Fixer continues - "Probably got about 25 minutes. 30, if they take it slow." "Lovely afternoon for a firefight." Boss says and Fixer snorts.

Sev sweeps his scope over the valley one more time and pauses, tracks back - They'd set up here expecting an early morning patrol, so the mid-afternoon sun glaring off the rocks is interfering with his rifle sight. "Six-two are the detonaters set?" It could be the light but Sev swears he saw movement - "Yeah Boss they're set I just wish we were gonna be here to watch when they go off." Sev shifts his weight, switches HUD filters one more time and finally gets a clear view of the narrow limbed, droids with slotted visual processors hopping from one rock to the next. "Contact!" He pulls the trigger as he snaps the warning, sweeping the valley again, catching flashes as more of the droids take cover.

Fixer is beside him in an instant, Sev is peripherally aware of his brother's pov in the corner of his vision sweeping the valley and Scorch scrambling for his anti-armour attachment.

"Commando droids." Fixer reports as Sev wings a second droid. One of the droids must have a rifle of their own because a half second later a small shower of dust and pebbles explodes by Sev's elbow and Forty throws himself flat.

"Take cover!" Boss orders and Sev flinches behind a larger rock as the ground shudders under them.

"Fierfek." Fixer hisses. "Thirty-Eight I think we found their front door." "Well." Scorch says. "Points for efficiency?" The ground shudders again and Sev slides back from the rock - repositioning a little further down the cliff edge. He growls in the back of his throat as he sights in on one of the six superB's standing in front of what had been a very well camouflaged hanger door about 300 metres to the north of them.

"Confirmed. That's a hanger entry." He takes the head off one of the super battle droids and ducks back into cover.

"Bad news." Scorch reports. "I think they're coming for a visit." Sev glances at Scorch's POV. The other commando had crawled to the edge of the ravine and his POV shows a couple of droids leaping hand-hold to hand-hold as they scale the rock.

"Discourage them." Boss snaps. "We trigger the detonators and reposition. Scorch-"

"Don't have to tell me tw-" "Six-Two on your Six, on your Six." Fixer cuts in and Scorch grunts like he's been hit in the chest. Sev glances over in-time to see Scorch twist himself over a commando droid and eject his vambrance blade directly into the commando's processing unit - and then there are about ten seconds of chaos as the droid is followed by the rest of its squad. Sev drops his rifle in order to block a down-swipe from a steel blade with one arm, then twists and drives his blade into the droid's body taking out the arm motivator. The droid staggers and Sev draws his pistol and empties it into the droid's central processor.

"Blasted Droids" Scorch spits, and Sev takes a lightning fast inventory of the squad as he re-holsters the pistol and grabs his blaster, pulling the sniper attachment off. Boss is hauling Scorch to his feet standing over two smoking commando droids and Fixer is retreating from the edge of the ravine.

"Scorch." Boss says and the demolitions expert keys a command into his com unit.

"Detonators live."

"Move." Boss snaps and Sev doesn't wait for the rest of the order, launching up the small rise towards the scrubby excuses for trees that offer some of the only cover in several hundred metres.

His HUD pings and Sev snatches a droid popper off his belt and spins, running backwards for three steps as he lobs it at another squad of commando droids who made it up after them.

The ground bucks under him and Sev staggers as he turns back around and makes the last few steps into the tangle of wiry branches.

The ground shakes again with the crash of falling rock amplified by the ravine. Sev glances back. The edge of the ravine is a couple of feet closer than it had been a few seconds ago. "How much shab'la detonite did you Use Scorch?"

Scorch is laughing between breaths. "Enough!" "The mission was to blow the droid command post not the ridge." Fixer points out.

"We still have enough for that too." Boss says, sounding faintly amused. "And that should keep them occupied while we find a new approach."

"Assuming they don't decide to climb the cliff after us again." Sev says.

"Well lets not be here when they get up the cliff. Fixer do you have a fix on the command post now?"

Fixer makes a faint grumbling noise. "I have an educated guess but-"

"We'll take it." Boss says. "Priority is to get their generators out of commission. But if we need to we blow the whole base."

"I vote option B" Scorch says cheerfully.

"Shift it then." Fixer snaps. "Or we're gonna run out of day for you to rig the place." Sev rolls his eyes and Boss slaps him on the shoulder.

"Come on Vod, lots of afternoon left for slotting tinneys."

[brandwhorestarscream]

more tf1 cybermorphs? yes please 🙏 pax got got by one of the snake morphlings cuz for some reason no one in an alien movie can resist poking at the eggs... what next?

are the baby morphs based on the hammerpedes of covenant? they give me that vibe

Aksjskaka ok you're not gonna believe me, but no, the morphlings aren't actually based on the hammerpedes. I actually had the idea of them hatching in larva form to differentiate them from the drones several weeks before I actually watched Covenant or Prometheus for the first time. I was so sad when I finally watched it and found out it's already been done XD like I thought I was being sooo creative and original, but no :') rip. On the plus side it just makes the parallels between the species more apparent, so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm not too mad

AS FOR OUR RESIDENT DUMBASS. Yeah aksjskaka you'd think he'd know better, but like. Come on. It's Orion. We all know that's exactly what he would do

Orion goes down screaming and by the time Elita and Bee run over, the morphling has already slithered fully inside and disappeared into his fuel tank. Even Elita's lightning fast reflexes aren't enough to stop the larva that comes darting at her, and B-127's stream of terrified babble is cut off immediately after as the third one swiftly follows suit.

Orion is the one who wakes up first, as you can expect. Suddenly he's blasted with consciousness and he flies into an upright position, servos slapping and scrabbling at his face, spark pulsing in panic. What was that, what was that, oh Primus-

Then, his optics fall on the prone form of D-16. He's bigger now, much bigger, and so different. He's lying there in what Orion can only assume is his alt mode, and it's unlike any mode he's ever seen before. His- His legs have changed so now his knees bend backwards. Digitigrade, that's the word, his disguntled processor distantly supplies. There's these things jutting out of his back, long, tubelike structures, and there's an extra, tiny pair of arms sprouting out from his chassis. His helm has changed drastically, and lying on his side Orion can see there's a long, strange crest now framing and protecting him. His face remains, peaking out from the guards, frightfully still. When he hesitantly grabs Dee's servo, it's got six fingers, and is cold. Too cold.

"Dee?" Orion carefully shakes him. He doesn't move. Doesn't so much as twitch. Orion stared at his chassis, and realizes he's not moving. At all. He can't hear the hum of his systems, can't hear his ventillation system. "Dee...? Dee?! Hey, c-come on, wake up! Answer me... Dee! Dee please, wake up, y-you have to wake up! Dee! DEE!"

Desperate, he shakes the other mech's shoulders, but there's still no response. Tears burn at Orion's optics and he drops his audial onto D-16's chassis. Optics closed tight, he gulps and listens as closely as he can, trying to calm the frightened wheezing of his own vents. Please, please, please let his spark still be there...! "Please," he begs, curling over him. "Please, Primus... don't take him away! Not like this! I- I wasn't even here for him!"

Behind him, B-127 suddenly jerks online with yowling and full body flailing, "GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GETITOFF-!" he rolls twice in the dirt and comes up on his knees, servos pressing into his chassis and patting at his face. "What was that oh my Primes what was that thing ohmyPrimus Orion you're ok what happened what attacked us wha-"

"SHHHHH!" Orion doesn't mean to snap, but he's trying not to panic. He presses his fingers to D-16's neck, to his wrist, anywhere he thinks he might be able to find evidence of a sparkpulse. "Shhh, Bee please! I- I gotta-"

Bee covers his mouth with both hands, optics wide and horrified as he sees D-16's state. "Is..." he whispers. "Is he...?!"

"I dunno, I- I don't know! Dee, please, don't do this to me! I need you, don't you know how much I need you?! Dee, come on-"

B-127 hesitantly crawls over, shuffling on his knees, tears already glossing over his optics. For once he's speechless, looking over their friend horrific, comatose form. He digs out another tiny block of energon and holds ot out to Orion, hoping that... that maybe...?

Orion snatches it, desperate, and when he goes to open D-16's mouth he finds... Primus, he doesn't even know what it is. His glossa is thicker, longer, more rectangular, and appears to have teeth on the end! There's no time to ponder though, he just squishes the energon between his fingers and carefully slips it into his mouth, lifting his helm so it'll get down his throat to his fuel siphon, and then-

D-16's body jerks and he suddenly gives a low, torturous groan of pain, tears emerging from beneath his optic lids before he's even fully online. "Ow-!" He yelps, hoarse snd throat. "Ow ow ow-"

"DEE!" Orion throws his arms around him and D-16 all but wails in pain. "Oh Dee, thank goodness, you're ok-"

"I am NOT ok!" He whimpers. "It hurts, it hurts, g-get off me, pleeeaaase!"

"Oh-! I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

Orion relinquishes his hold and D-16 goes limp on the cave floor. He's panting shallowly, and the tubes on his back expand and contract with every breath. He clenches his teeth, jaw visibly trembling as he sobs in sheer, torturous exhaustion. "Wh..." he coughs and winces. "What happened? I feel like... I'm d- d-dying!"

"You're not dying, y-you're gonna be just fine!" Orion promises, hesitating only a moment before grabbing his hand. "We- Alpha Trion, he- it doesn't matter, I'm here now, we're all here, we're gonna help you-"

Suddenly, Orion coughs. His expression turns pinched. His free hand drifts up to touch his chassis, and he coughs. A droplet of glowing blue energon spatters at the corner of his mouth, and his optics widen. "I... don't feel- HGK-!"

The emergence has begun.

[kde-plasma-official]

whats the status of like. using linux on a phone. it feels like there are two parallel universes, one that kde lives in where people use linux on phones, and one where if you google linux phones you discover theyre almost usable but they can barely make phone calls or send texts and they only run on like 4 models of phone

don't have much experience with linux on phone so anyone please correct me if i'm wrong but

one of the problems with phones is that every vendor and manufacturer adds their own proprietary driver blob to it and these have to be extracted and integrated into the kernel in order for the hardware to function.

as companies don't like to share their magic of "how does plastic slab make light", reverse engineering all your hardware is quite a difficult task. Sometimes there just isn't a driver for the camera of a phone model yet because no one was able to make it work.

So naturally, this takes a lot of time and tech is evolving fast so by the time a phone is completely compatible, next generations are already out and your new model obsolete.

Also important to note: most of this work is made by volunteers, people with a love for programming who put a lot of their own time into these things, most of them after their daytime jobs as a hobby.

Of course, there are companies and associations out there who build linux phones for a living. But the consumer hardware providers, like Pinephone, Fairphone and others out there aren't as big and don't have this much of a lobby behind them so they can't get their prices cheap. Also the manufacturers are actively working against our right to repair so we need more activism.

To make the phones still affordable (and because of said above driver issues) they have to use older hardware, sometimes even used phones from other manufacturers that they have to fix up, so you can't really expect a modern experience. At least you can revive some older phones. As everything Linux.

Then there's the software providers who many of are non-profits. KDE has Plasma Mobile, Canonical works on Ubuntu Touch, Debian has the Mobian Project and among some others there's also the Arch Linux ARM Project.

That's right baby, ARM. We're not talking about your fancy PC or ThinkPad with their sometimes even up to 64-bit processors. No no no, this is the future, fucking chrome jellyfishes and everything.

This is the stuff Apple just started building their fancy line of over-priced and over-engineered Fisher-Price laptop-desktops on and Microsoft started (Windows 10X), discontinued and beat into the smush of ChatGPT Nano Bing Open AI chips in all your new surface hp dell asus laptops.

What I was trying to say is, that program support even for the market dominating monopoles out there is still limited and.... (from my own experience from the workplace) buggy. Which, in these times of enshittification is a bad news. And the good projects you gotta emulate afterwards anyways so yay extra steps!

Speaking of extra steps: In order to turn their phone into a true freedom phone, users need to free themselves off their phones warranty, lose their shackles of not gaining root access, installing a custom recovery onto their phone (like TWRP for example), and also have more technical know-how as the typical user, which doesn't quite sounds commercial-ready to me.

So is there no hope at all?

Fret not, my friend!

If we can't put the Linux into the phone, why don't we put the phone around the Linux? You know... Like a container?

Thanks to EU regulations-

(US consumers, please buy the European versions of your phones! They are sometimes a bit more expensive, but used models of the same generation or one below usually still have warranty, are around the same price as over there in Freedom Valley, and (another side tangent incoming - because of better European consumer protection laws) sometimes have other advantages, such as faster charging and data transfer (USB-C vs lightning ports) or less bloated systems)

- it is made easier now to virtualize Linux on your phone.

You can download a terminal emulator, create a headless Linux VM and get A VNC client running. This comes with a performance limit though, as a app with standard user permissions is containerized inside of Android itself so it can't use the whole hardware.

If you have root access on your phone, you can assign more RAM and CPU to your VM.

Also things like SDL just released a new version so emulation is getting better.

And didn't you hear the news? You can run other things inside a VM on an iPhone now! Yup, and I got Debian with Xfce running on my Xiaomi phone. Didn't do much with it tho. Also Windows XP and playing Sims 1 on mobile. Was fun, but battery draining. Maybe something more for tablets for now.

Things will get interesting now that Google officially is a monopoly. It funds a lot of that stuff.

I really want a Steam Deck.

Steam phones would be cool.

[marsnolias]

Earthspark season 2 Beachcomber and Cosmos fanfic I pounded out after a sudden flash of inspiration yesterday I guess.

Does not contain spoilers for season 3

Cosmos huffed under his breath. Cybertron had no atmosphere, so he never had to account for wind speed, but earth did. His massive, bulky shape was anything but aerodynamic, being designed for the vacuum of space rather than a planet's atmosphere.

All that meant he was not the greatest of fliers, especially when there was a massive storm right above where he was supposed to be landing.

"Cosmos to Autobot base. Do you read me? …hello? Anybody?"

The world seemed to explode in a burst of light and sound as lightning struck his hull. It didn't really hurt — he built to withstand much harsher inpacts — but it was still disorienting.

By the time Cosmos' processor stopped spinning, he realized his altimeter was reading twenty feet and dropping. Fast.

He tried to pull up, but only succeeded in wobbling precariously. He collided with a tree, then another, smashing through them like they were twigs.

The gravity of earth was so much higher than he was used to, and the impact jarred every sense he had.

"Cosmos to Autobot base," he warbled. "I've crash-landed… somewhere."

He transformed, staggering to his feet. Cosmos had to use his thrusters to push himself up, the gravity too strong for his usual grace. He looked around, trying to get his bearings, but there was nothing but trees, rocks, and a lot of rain.

Water wasn't too common in the galaxy, and Cosmos had never gotten used to it. It was cold and it made everything wet, including the ground, which had turned to mud and was now caked onto Cosmos' frame.

"Why does it have to be raining?" Cosmos grumbled, wiping his optics with the back of his servo.

The rain was coming down in sheets, making it almost impossible to see anything more than a few feet in front of him. His systems were already off-kilter from the lightning strike and the rough landing. Far too big to shelter under anything, Cosmos decided the best course of action was to pick a direction and start walking.

He stumbled forward, his sensors on high alert for any signs of life. The dense forest was eerily quiet, the rain muffling all other sounds. It made him feel even more isolated than he usually did in the vast expanses of space. "Cosmos to Autobot base, I'm currently traveling… North, probably. Maybe? No, wait, it's East."

A rustle from behind him had Cosmos' head swiveling 180 degrees, his body turning to face the source of the disturbance. He saw nothing but the swaying of wet leaves and branches.

"Please be a deer, please be a deer," he said. "If you're not a deer, then show yourself!"

The rain grew heavier, each droplet feeling like a tiny hammer on his metal skin. He took a tentative step forward, and he began to warm up his wrist-mounted blasters. Just in case.

"Cool it, man," came a deep voice from somewhere in the murky gloom. "You're scaring off the wildlife."

Cosmos' optics narrowed, scanning the rain-soaked foliage. The voice was familiar, but it couldn't be. "Beachcomber?" he called out. "Is that you?"

He stared harder at the foliage, and suddenly he could see a Autobot-shaped silhouette in the bushes, adorned with camouflage in the form of leaves and branches and mud.

"Beachcomber?" he repeated, his voice rising with hope.

The figure raised a servo and wiped the leaves from its face. A bright blue visor was revealed, glowing in the dusk. "In the flesh, or metal, as it were," Beachcomber said.

Cosmos felt a jolt of joy. "Beachcomber! I thought you were dead! Where were you?" He surged forward and grabbed Beachcomber up in his arms, swinging him around.

"Where were you?" Beachcomber said. "Cosmos, put me down, you're going to rust us both!"

His soft, deep laugh went right to Cosmos' spark. "You'll never believe it," he said. "Some human stuck this thing on me, and turned me into a carnival ride. I've been stuck spinning around and around at a traveling fair to this awful music."

He set Beachcomber down, and the two bots looked at each other for a moment, the rain coursing down their frames.

"It's good to see you again, Cosmos." Beachcomber said. "I've been… exploring. You know me, always looking for something new."

The rain didn't seem to bother Beachcomber, who looked surprisingly at home in the earthly environment. His dark blue color was muted by the mud and foliage, making him almost invisible amidst the trees.

"You know the war is over, right?" Cosmos said.

"I know. I'm glad."

"Well, why didn't you come join the Autobots? We could have used a scout like you," Cosmos said.

Beachcomber's expression grew solemn. "I have my reasons," he said, looking away.

Cosmos sensed there was more to the story, but now wasn't the time to press. They had to find shelter. "C'mon, let's get out of this downpour. I don't want to find out I'm not waterproof," he said, starting to walk again.

Beachcomber fell into step beside him. "You know," Beachcomber said after a while, "I've missed the simplicity of this planet. It's… peaceful."

"Simple?" Cosmos echoed, his voice incredulous. "This place is chaos. You can't even step without something squelching underfoot."

Beachcomber chuckled. "That's the beauty of it, though. It's alive. Everywhere you look, there's something new."

"You always were the one for the quiet life," Cosmos said. "So… you remember that wager from way back before the war?"

Beachcomber's visor lit up with amusement. "How could I forget? You bet me you'd find something more interesting than a new rock formation."

Cosmos smirked behind his mask. "Oh, yeah. I found something way more interesting — a rock that brings bots to life."

Beachcomber stopped in his tracks, the rain suddenly forgotten. "You're not serious."

"Dead serious," Cosmos said. "It's called the Emberstone, and it made five brand-new bots. Two of them helped me break out of that carnival, in fact."

"Where's the stone now?"

"It kinda… exploded. But it's alright, the Autobots are tracking down the pieces as we speak, before the Decepticons get their grimy servos on them." Cosmos realized Beachcomber had stopped walking. "What's wrong?"

"So the war restarted," Beachcimber said. "I knew it."

"Well, not really…"

"But there is conflict, right?" Beachcomber sighed. "Man, I thought all that was over."

Cosmos nodded, his shoulders slumping. "It's not like the full-on battles we're used to, but it's definitely not quiet. We're more… scattered. Working to keep the peace and keep the Emberstone shards from falling into the wrong hands."

Beachcomber looked down at his mud-caked feet, the rain plinking off his metal frame. "I see," he said.

"Are you… gonna come with me?"

"No," Beachcomber said. "You know I hate fighting. I just can't do it anymore."

"Well, you don't have to fight. You could do… geological surveying or something! We need all servos on deck, Beach."

But the smaller Autobots was already disappearing into the brush, his silhouette melting back into the foliage. "Sorry, Cosmos. But I like how I'm living now."

Cosmos blinked, but he could no longer see Beachcomber.

[stumblingoverchaos]

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[applesolution98]

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[helix-enterprises117]

SONIC OVERDRIVE: Sonic

The humid air in the southern jungle was thick with the smell of burning timber and churned earth. Massive machines tore through the underbrush with mechanical precision, their saw blades whirring, their engines roaring like beasts of war. Their purpose was clear: strip the land bare. Trees centuries-old fell like dominoes, crashing into the soft soil with earth-shaking thuds.

Badniks.

The village nestled within the jungle had been a quiet one, a place of harmony between the Mobians and their lush surroundings. But now, chaos reigned. Mobians of all shapes and sizes darted between the trees, their shouts of alarm swallowed by the cacophony of destruction.

A doe-like Mobian stumbled as she ran, her hooves catching on the uneven ground. She landed hard, dirt smearing across her once-pristine fur.

A massive Badnik loomed over her, its single glowing red eye locking onto her as it advanced, its claw-like appendages flexing with lethal intent.

She scrambled backward, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. “No, no, please!” she whispered, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face.The Badnik raised a mechanical arm, its shadow swallowing her whole.

Then, in a flash of blue, the arm was gone.

A resounding clang echoed through the clearing as the severed metallic limb crashed to the ground. The doe blinked, her wide eyes locking onto the figure standing between her and the Badnik.

The hero stood tall—or as tall as a 5'10" hedgehog could manage—his quills shimmering faintly with metallic accents. His bomber jacket fluttered slightly in the breeze, unzipped to reveal his fitted flightsuit underneath. He turned to the doe, offering her a lopsided, sardonic smirk, though his green cybernetic eye glowed faintly with deadly seriousness.

“Get up,” he said, his voice gruff but not unkind. “This ain’t your last day.”

She stared, frozen in shock, but the Badnik's screeching recalibration jolted her into action. Scrambling to her feet, she bolted toward the trees.

The Badnik lunged for her, but the hedgehog moved first.

“Not so fast, tin can.”

With a blur of blue, Sonic was on it, his speed generating enough force to slam the machine back into a tree with a deafening crunch. Sparks flew as the Badnik’s frame crumpled. Sonic skidded to a stop, crouching low with one hand braced against the ground, his green eye locking onto the rest of the machines converging on the scene.

“Oh, look. More company. Guess I’m popular today.”

The Badniks opened fire, their turrets spewing a storm of red-hot plasma bolts. Sonic moved like lightning, each step calculated to evade the barrage. He zigzagged through the clearing, his enhanced speed creating afterimages that confused the machines.

“Too slow,” he taunted, dodging a swipe from a clawed arm. The motion transitioned into a spinning jump, his energy blades extending from his gloves as he cleaved through the arm like butter. “And too predictable.”

He landed on the Badnik’s shoulder, his momentum shattering its head with a well-placed stomp. He leapt again as another machine lunged, this time grabbing its extended arm mid-flight. Using his speed, he twisted, yanking the arm clean off before throwing it like a javelin into another Badnik, piercing its central processor.

“Strike!” he called, his deadpan delivery undercut by the sheer audacity of his actions.

A larger Badnik stomped into the clearing, its bulk shaking the ground. This one was heavily armored, its twin plasma cannons charging ominously.Sonic raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you’re big. Bet you’re slow, too.”

The cannons fired, twin beams scorching through the air. Sonic ducked and rolled, the heat singeing the edges of his bomber jacket. His cybernetic eye analyzed the Badnik in seconds, highlighting weak points. “Let’s see how you like a little high-speed dental work.”

Sonic blurred into motion, his fists becoming a whirlwind of strikes that pounded the machine’s joints and armor seams. Pieces of metal flew in all directions, the larger Badnik groaning as it tried to keep up with its elusive target. Finally, Sonic slid beneath its massive frame, planting an energy grenade on its undercarriage. He skidded to a stop a safe distance away, crossing his arms as the grenade detonated. The machine exploded in a fiery display, its remnants scattering across the clearing.

“Too easy.” The jungle fell silent, save for the crackle of flames and the faint hum of deactivating Badniks. Sonic exhaled slowly, his body still tense, his gaze scanning for any remaining threats. When he was satisfied, he turned back toward the direction the doe had fled. “Hope she’s okay,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. His tone softened. “Can’t save everyone, but... I’ll save as many as I can.”

[ranchitimes01]

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[hvsomnes]

Not Human | Original Short Story

"Not Human" by H.V. Somnes

Synopsis:

"An automaton returns to his hometown to visit his creator one last time."

Read Below:

He was born without a name. He chose to be Adam. 

It was a meaningful name. Biblical, even. Representative of his creation and sentience. The being known as Adam, like other automatons in this era, was granted independence and an identity by the time his internal compendium had reached a suitable level of entries. If he were a human, it would mean Adam was allowed out into the world once he was at a specific level of maturity and intelligence. 

Though he wasn’t a human. He was constantly reminded of that. He wasn’t conceived in a biological sense, but conceived in the back of someone’s mind. Someone who was long gone at this point. 

Adam was over fifty years old. He didn’t look a day over thirty.

The doors to the train opened, allowing all of its passengers to step out onto the train station platform. With a backpack over his shoulder, Adam stepped out as well, acting almost like a fork in the streaming paths of people as he slowly took in what he was seeing. 

As anyone could see on a nearby map, the town of Blackwater was the final stop on any train ride going east. It didn’t lead out into an ocean, mind you- it led out into a desert that was declared “no man’s land,” where normal people would dehydrate and die. Adam himself thought the walk through no man’s land was dreadful, so he much preferred the train. 

He had grown up here. Scratch that- he filled his compendium here. The recesses of his processors still had echoes of the different logs he made around town to gain his independence, egged on by his creator. 

Adam swiped his card to pass through the turnstile, not trying to take in the sights and waste all the time he had here. He could easily tour his old home later- he had work to do now. He climbed up the steps and out of the train station, entering the densely populated but still relatively small town. 

Working in the hustle and rush of a massive city had made Adam forget how much he missed a small and quiet place like this. Sure, people were talking, but the big city had people yelling, the honking of car horns and even screaming at times. 

The automaton had been in the city when he got the news. Adam wasn’t sure how they managed to find him, especially since he was certain nobody remembered the name he picked for himself, but they did. He was called in the middle of work. 

Still silent, staring straight ahead, Adam walked through town. He could’ve asked for a cab, but his experience in the city proved that they didn’t really take kindly to the articulation most automatons had while speaking. 

He was headed down to a small shack, one at the end of town. It was a straight shot from the train station to the shack, so Adam didn’t have to make any turns. In fact, his legs did all the hard parts for him- it was almost like muscle memory… except he didn’t have muscles at all. 

There were some people outside the shack. A man, a woman, and a dog. As Adam approached from the short dirt driveway pulling away from the road, the man noticed him first. His face dropped, his eyebrows furrowing and eyes widening in a way that Adam knew was in bewilderment. 

“Holy hell… William?” 

The name struck Adam by surprise. It had been a long, long time since he had been called that. Though his corrections were typically lightning fast, with it being such a long time, he responded only a few seconds after. 

“No. It is Adam.” 

“Adam… Oh, right. You’re William’s tommy.” 

The term tommy was used short for automaton. Adam was familiar with the term. They didn’t use it much in the city, but he would hear it all the time in Blackwater once people figured out he wasn’t exactly human. 

At this point, the woman was also turned, looking Adam up and down. 

“...why do you…?”

“The holographic cloaking device I use isn’t able to form an original human visage.” Adam replied to her, knowing the question she was asking before it was even said. “I took the features of my creator, instead. At least… my creator, the last I remember him.” 

“So if you turn it off, you’re a real robot? Metal, wires, the like?”

“That’s what I’m saying, yes.” 

“Do people ever confuse you for William?”

“Not since I left this town, no.” 

Adam gripped the strap of his backpack. It was awkward questioning, even if he couldn’t really understand how awkward it was. He could sense that the man and the woman were both mildly uncomfortable with Adam being there. Or at least, how Adam looked like a man who had died a decade prior. 

“I’m sorry about William.” The man said. 

“I acknowledge your condolences.” 

“How come I didn’t see you at the funeral?” The woman squinted her eyes at him suspiciously.

“I was there. I simply wore a hat and glasses to obscure how my face looked. I was one of the pallbearers. I sat next to Margeret.” 

“Ohhh, right! I did see that. I was wondering who Peggy was crying on.” The woman rubbed her chin, nodding. “You didn’t stay for the reception after the service, though.”

“There wasn’t any point. I can’t eat. Margaret needed help at home with cleaning.” 

“...right.” 

Adam readjusted his grip on his backpack. “...where is Margaret?” 

The faces of the man and woman dropped, realizing why they were out there in the first place. They shared a glance with one another, as if silently asking who was going to tell Adam first. Adam, not reacting, stood there and stared at both of them. 

Below, the dog that was with the couple huffed out of its nose, laying down with its head resting between its paws. That seemed enough to jolt the pair out of their staring contest, the woman turning back to Adam. 

“She’s inside. The doc’s giving her one more look over.” 

“The priest’s already been here, so you don’t have to worry about any final rites or nothin’.”

“I assumed she would’ve already received them. I wasn’t worried.”

“Right… well, she’s in there if… you wanna talk to her.” 

“Thank you. It was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah… you too, Adam.” 

Not waiting for another word, Adam turned and walked inside. As he did, he stopped in the doorway and turned- he was taught by Margaret to always take off his shoes and coat at the door. It was only polite. 

After he hung up his coat, he heard the pair outside speak through the screen door he passed into. From what he’s learned over the years, he could assume they figured he was out of earshot at this point, especially since his mechanical parts were so silent. Adam paused what he was doing as he heard them speak. 

“Man… What a weird guy.”

“That’s how tommies are. They’re not like you and me.”

“I know, but like… Margaret and William both developed Adam. You’d think he would be just a little solemn and not so stiff.” 

“You saw him at the funeral, right? Was he crying?”

“I didn’t think tommies could cry.”

“Fair point. But did he look upset at all?”

“No.”

“Right. He didn’t even stay for the reception, he was too focused on cleaning up Margaret’s house more than he was being around to celebrate William’s life.” 

“You’d think their software would develop a little more so they could show empathy or something. It’s eerie how much he doesn’t care… Both when William died, and now with Margaret going.” 

“I’ve learned two things since moving here, darlin’. Number one, it’s always cooler inside stores than it will be inside your own home; and number two, tommies don’t feel anything.” 

“Do you think we should’ve stopped him from going in there looking like William? It might put Margaret in a freakout.” 

“Please. He’ll do just like he did when he walked up here, he’ll just correct her. Even with his last owner dying, that tommy will correct her. It’s what they do.” 

There was whimpering, and the sound of skittering claws. The dog was up on its feet. 

“Oh boy, the mailman’s passin’ by…” 

Adam stopped listening after that. He slipped off his shoes- which were real- and headed towards the back of the house. Much like with the town, as he stepped across the old home, he recalled old logs he had of helping his past creators with things. He remembered them talking to him, and teaching him. 

He carried on. His memory was impeding his progress. 

Those words that the man and woman said stuck with him, out of everything. It had jolted him out of his trance he had been in ever since he got to town. Where he worked, automatons weren’t really treated differently (at least not to his face) to other humans. It definitely helped that, with the holographic cloaking device, he looked the part.

But that’s all it was. A hologram. A fake. He wasn’t a human at all. The clothes he wore fitted comfortably over the false body he gave himself. If anyone pressed too hard into where the “skin” was, they’d push right through to the metal. Rising and lowering pins on his body gave the impression of the flesh being real, but they could be forced down to the cold metal below it. 

Looks like returning to his hometown had more effect on him than he first thought. He wondered what he was even doing here in the first place- it’s not like he was present when William died. Margaret wasn’t even present. 

Yet his legs carried on anyway. All the way to the hall at the back of the house. A woman stood at the end, in front of the master bedroom door- Adam recognized her from her face. She was the local doctor. She was the same one that gave him the news about William years ago. 

The doctor had been looking in through the partially open door until she heard Adam’s footsteps closeby. As she saw Adam, she perked up, knowing who he was immediately- it was a comfort. Unlike most people in town, the doctor hadn’t known William and Margaret years ago. She only knew him as Adam. 

“You’re here.” 

“Yes. I am. You’re the one who called me.” 

“I know, I’m just… surprised you got here so soon. I called you last night.” 

Adam didn’t have a suitable response for that. He stood in front of her. Without his backpack, or even his jacket, he stood there fiddling with the hems on his plaid shirt. It was a habit he saw William do all the time- mimicking him led to Adam picking up the same habit. 

The doctor moved back, grabbing her clipboard from a nearby table that had a plant on it. She folded through the pages, looking at the charts and data she had gathered for who knows how long. Adam continued to wait, staring blankly. 

“She’s been flickering between stable and unstable for the last few hours.” The doctor spoke, still looking at her charts. “When I called you, she had become unresponsive for about half an hour. We think she’s on the downward spiral right now.”

“How much longer does she have?”

Pausing at the question, the doctor gave a look that Adam knew was sympathetic. She put her clipboard back, sighing deeply.

“...not long,” She said to him. “It’s gotten bad. Really bad. Like the deterioration is reaching its peak. You came at a good time, because if what’s happening there is what I think is happening… she has at most an hour.” 

“Okay. Have others had the chance to see her? The couple outside?”

“All the important ones. Those two are just neighbors, they’re just staying around to keep me company.” The doctor nodded. “Other than that… you were the only family she had.” 

“I was their creation.” 

“I know what I said, Adam.” She replied. “...you should see her. This might be the last chance you have to say goodbye.”

Adam processed the request. Obviously he should, but it was like he thought before: what was the point? What was happening to Margaret was rapidly deteriorating her brain. Adam didn’t have a cure for that. He wasn’t even authorized to use medical equipment. 

Yet his feet were carrying him through the door before he could come up with a decision. 

Slowly, carefully, he shut the door behind him. The bed was to his left, pressed against the left wall. Across the room was a window, with open curtains, illuminating everything. 

The first thing he heard was beeping. In place of hospice care, as there wasn’t anywhere close to Blackwater to house dying patients, they brought medical equipment to the home: including an IV and a heart rate monitor. The latter made up the noise in the room, though Adam could sense the dripping of water in the IV. 

There she was, laying on the bed. It had been a decade since he had last seen her, and she looked drastically different just from the part of her upper body he could see. Her hair was wiry and thin, allowing him to see her head. Her face was much more wrinkled, her arms were thinner, you could see the veins just underneath. 

She was resting. Her arms, overtop the blanket that was up to her chest, rested with her palms facing the ceiling. The IV was connected to her right arm. 

Adam prevented himself from updating Margaret’s appearance in his logs to match this description. This wasn’t the woman he remembered… definitely not the one he wanted to. 

Much like with William, Adam had fallen out of contact with Margaret due to his work in the city. He visited on holidays and called for special events, but other than that he hadn’t really come out to see her. The last he talked to Margaret was her birthday, over half a year ago- she was so bewildered and confused she forgot it was her birthday. 

When Adam called on the date of William’s death anniversary a few months later, a doctor picked up instead. Adam knew that Margaret’s mind was worsening, but it had gotten much much worse all of a sudden. The doctor advised Adam not to call, and for any talk to Margaret to be in person, so as to not confuse her. However, upon hearing of what Adam looked like, they concluded that probably wasn’t the best idea. 

This was the first time he saw her since last christmas. 

His footsteps gently thudded against the carpeted floor as he walked around the bed, still staring at her body laying in the bed. The heart rate monitor said that her heart was weak. 

All Adam could think about was William. He had died suddenly in a car accident during a particularly stormy night. It was DOA, and William was the only casualty in the crash. Adam was informed of this by a distraught Margaret over the phone. In order to support Margaret, as that was what he was made for, Adam returned home in time for the memorial service. 

He was offered to see the body since he was family. He declined for the same reason he denied his scanner to update what Margaret looked like in his memory. 

Family. That’s what the doctor said he was. Family. Was he really, though? William made Adam, Margaret helped develop Adam, and they both helped him grow in a sense. But he was just a machine. 

It was best not to think about it. Once more, his processing was in the way of what he was doing. 

As he stepped to the side of the bed, he looked down at Margaret. Because he was standing in front of the window, he blocked the light from Margaret’s face. This was enough to make the elderly woman stir, opening her sunken eyes to look up at Adam. 

Something interesting to note about Adam’s holographic cloaking device: as the name suggests, it ran on light. It projected the visage that the robot wanted over his metallic body. Because of this, light could shine through it- but, however, in an effort to combat this, the cloaking device would still attempt to hold shape as light passed through. 

So as Margaret looked up at the figure who was standing over her, she not only saw Adam with the features of her late husband… but also saw the light literally making his “skin” glow. 

Adam stared down at her, not moving. He didn’t even know what to say. 

Margaret spoke first. 

“William? Is that… You?” She said, her hoarse voice barely a whisper. 

It was happening again. Adam was being mistaken for his creator because of how he looked. He opened his mouth, almost ready to correct her… but didn’t. 

“Are you here… Here to take me… Deliver me to Heaven?” 

Heaven. Adam knew that William and Margaret believed in religion, but Margaret was the one more involved with it than William was. Adam had sat in on a few services with her on her request. He mostly did it to keep her company. 

His mouth was still partially open, his mind trying to correct her, but the order not following through. Then, he said something that even surprised him. Something he didn’t even have to put an order in for. 

“Yes.” He spoke softly. 

Adam leaned in, kneeling on the ground, getting closer to Magaret’s level. Her left hand reached out to touch Adam’s cheek, the pins on his face rising to give her the sense that the cheek was really there. She was too weak to push them down. 

“I knew I would see you again…” She muttered softly. “I missed you… so much…”

“I missed you too.” 

She was short of breath. She could barely talk. 

“We can be together forever… I just wish… I could tell Adam…”

“It’s okay, Peggy. He knows. He knows.” 

The automaton slid his arms under Margaret’s frail body, slipping under the blanket to do so. He held her in a cradle, not leaving the bed, leaning in and pressing his head to hers. She was so light in his arms, even for an automaton. 

“It’s okay. I’m here.” 

The hand was still on Adam’s cheek. It was barely a minute until Adam heard it- the monitor. The last breath wheezed from Margaret as the monitor blared still.

Margaret’s hand slowly rested on Adam’s shoulder, falling limp as the rest of her did in his arms. 

Adam stayed where he was for a solid minute. He couldn’t sigh, but if he could, he would. Slowly, the robot lowered Margaret back down onto the bed, his hand on the back of her head so it wouldn’t move funny. 

He put her back to how she was before. He tucked her into bed, and fixed her hair just the way she liked, even if there wasn’t a lot left. The blaring of the heart rate monitor continued, the straight line traveling across the screen indefinitely. 

With one last touch to Margaret’s hand, Adam left. He slipped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him so the scene wouldn’t be seen by anyone passing by. The doctor, nearby, was immediately there. It was clear she heard the monitor.

“Adam…”

“She’s passed.” He said. Margaret had taught him not to say the word “die” as it was callous. “Her body’s still in there.”

The doctor sighed, running a hand over her head and down her hair. It was a sigh of relief, almost, rather than a sigh of resignation. Adam knew it well. Margaret wasn’t in any pain anymore. 

“I guess she was holding out until she saw you.” 

“Or perhaps everything matched up perfectly.”

“Whatever it is… I’m glad she got to see you.” 

Adam kept quiet about what happened in that room. He could easily tell her that Margaret didn’t see him, that she saw the face and plaid shirt Adam had on and thought it was her deceased husband, but… he didn’t. He kept that log to himself. 

“I gotta call the funeral director so they can get the body.” The doctor said. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine.” Adam replied, in a mild tone that made it seem like it was obvious. “Are you staying here to make the phone call?”

“I’m gonna step out, actually. Feels a bit wrong making a call in the same house as a corpse. Do you… need company?”

Adam paused. He didn’t have a suitable answer.

“You can go.” He replied. “Tell the neighbors outside they’re free to stay as long as they’d like… but I’d like to stay alone in the house until the funeral home employees arrive to retrieve the body.” 

“Alright, if you’re sure. I’m… sorry for your loss, Adam.”

“I acknowledge your condolences.”

The doctor nodded. She left after, giving one more glance to Adam over her shoulder just in case before she did. Adam heard the screen door close, and a bit of chatter outside. 

It took a moment for Adam to move, but he eventually did. He walked away from the master bedroom, headed down the hall, and walked into the kitchen. The automaton went to a chair at the dining room table that was in the center of the kitchen- a special metal chair, one made for Adam himself. He sat down.

Part of him posed questions. What now? What of Margaret’s remains? Who will organize the funeral? Adam was able to organize one, but where would it be? What of Margaret’s will? Is Adam going to receive her house? The house he grew up in?

He didn’t have a suitable answer. 

As he sat in the kitchen, he recalled memories. A particular memory stood out: the one that earned him this chair. A younger model of Adam had attempted to sit at the table, but destroyed the chair under his weight. Adam was confused, but William and Margaret laughed it off. 

Nowadays this model was light enough for any of the chairs to withstand his weight. But he still preferred this chair. He enjoyed replaying the memory for the context. 

As he sat there, alone in this house, he continued to do that. He looked among the items in the kitchen, those that had different logs of Margaret and William explaining what they are, what they do, and why they have them… and he replayed them. Again and again. 

Adam did it over and over. He replayed those memories. He didn’t know why, but… he just kept replaying them. Sitting there alone, at that dining room table. 

Two bodies were in that house at that moment. Both cold and unmoving. But one of them at that moment was truly alive… Even if he wasn’t human. 

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5G R16 Modem: New 3CC carrier aggregation offers better average speeds and longer reach, while cellular downlink rates have improved to 3.27Gb/s. In typical 5G usage settings, MediaTek 5G UltraSave 3.0+ offers 13–30% more power efficiency than competing options.

Smartphones with Dual VoNR: Premium audio and video call quality is provided by dual 5G SIM phones with dual VoNR.

MediaTek Dimensity 7300X

Superior Power Efficiency

With its next-generation capabilities and best-in-class power efficiency, this ultra-efficient 4nm-class CPU promises seamless multitasking, transcendent captures, superior performance, and improved AI-enhanced computing.

Superior Visual Clarity

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Specialised Assistance for Flip Phones with Dual Displays

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Quick Gaming

Together, the 4X high frequency big-core processors in the octa-core CPU, the most recent Arm Mali-G615 GPU, and MediaTek HyperEngine optimisations enable the Dimensity 7300X to accelerate gaming with up to 20% more frames per second and improve energy efficiency by up to 20% when compared to competitor options.

Major studio support and the expanding gaming ecosystem contribute to the power and performance enhancements of VRS. Optimised 5G and Wi-Fi game connections, intelligent resource optimisation, Bluetooth LE Audio technology with Dual-Link True Wireless Stereo Audio, and more are some of the other improvements to the entire smartphone experience.

Bluetooth 5.4, Wi-Fi 6E, and Special Connectivity Features

The most recent version of the Bluetooth standard and tri-band Wi-Fi 6E, which offers incredibly dependable and quick multi-gigabit wireless connectivity, are examples of wireless connectivity.

While MediaTek Wi-Fi/Bluetooth hybrid coexistence technologies ensure that Wi-Fi and earphones, or peripherals like gamepads, work together flawlessly without compromising latency and networking speeds, MediaTek Lightning Connect twice the speed at which Bluetooth connections can be made, enabling quicker than ever device connections.

Depending on the direction of the device, the proximity of the hand or face to the device, and even the fold status of flip phones, MediaTek UAC 2.0 optimises antenna performance for wireless connectivity.

Improved Artificial Intelligence

The MediaTek NPU 655, which offers two times the performance of the previous generation, improves AI task efficiency and supports new mixed precision data types. This opens up new possibilities for device manufacturers to offer users improved performance, better visuals, better power efficiency, and new experiences.

3CC-CA Compatible 5G R16 Modem

Faster 5G with Greater Range

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5G UltraSave 3.0+ MediaTek

In typical 5G sub-6GHz connectivity circumstances, MediaTek 5G UltraSave 3.0+ offers a full range of R16 power saving advancements in addition to MediaTek’s own optimisations that yield 13–30% higher power efficiency than competing options.

Two 5G SIMs

Customers have more options and superior voice and video call quality with dual 5G SIM and dual VoNR.

Mediatek Dimensity 7300X Specs

Processor

CPU

4x Arm Cortex-A78 up to 2.5GHz

4x Arm Cortex-A55

Cores

Octa (8)

Memory and Storage

Memory Type

LPDDR4x

LPDDR5

Max Memory Frequency

Up to 6400Mbps

Storage Type

UFS 3.1

Connectivity

Cellular Technologies

2G-5G Multi-Mode, 5G/4G CA, 5G/4G FDD / TDD, CDMA2000 1x/EVDO Rev. A (SRLTE), EDGE, GSM, TD-SCDMA, WDCDMA

Specific Functions

SA & NSA modes; SA Option2, NSA Option3 / 3a / 3x, NR TDD and FDD bands, DSS, NR DL 3CC 140MHz bandwidth, 4×4 MIMO, 256QAM NR UL 2CC, R16 UL Enhancement, 2×2 MIMO, 256QAM VoNR / EPS fallback

Peak Downlink Speed

3.27Gbps

GNSS

GPS

BeiDou

Glonass

Galileo

QZSS

NavIC

Wi-Fi

Wi-Fi 6E (a/b/g/n/ac/ax)

Wi-Fi Antenna

2T2R

Bluetooth

5.4

Camera

Max Camera Sensor

200MP

Max Video Capture Resolution

4K30 (3840 x 2160)

Camera Features

Hardware Face Detection

Hardware MCNR

4K Video HDR

AI-3A with AE, AWB, AF

Video EIS

Dual simultaneous video capture

All-pixel AF

Graphics

GPU Type

Arm Mali-G615 MC2

Video Encoding

H.264

HEVC

Video Playback

H.264

HEVC

VP-9

Display

Max Refresh Rate

WFHD+ @ 120Hz

Full HD+ @ 144Hz

AI

MediaTek 6th generation NPU

NPU 655

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