ep0.5 - "Flux and Turn" - Closed
Mar 20, 2012 19:49:42 GMT -5
Post by bumblebee on Mar 20, 2012 19:49:42 GMT -5
Cybertronians had long memories. That was the issue.
Memory, recall, the persistence of the past in perfect detail into the present and the fact that sometimes recharge was not the silent and soothing quiet of one’s processor sorting through the day. Flux was a glitch for some – nightmares a neurological and memory core error – a regurgitation of sense memory and emotions causing one to relive, over and over, the events of the past and while it didn’t happen very often… it did happen. Rafael told Bee that nightmares were very common for humans. Bumblebee immediately became distraught until Raf explained that for people it wasn’t quite the same as it was for a Cybertronian.
It wasn’t like this. It wasn’t feeling your own mesh tear open, the massive rail-spike claws digging into his throat, the sound of your own screams (your last screams) while in your mind of begged to talk it back, to break, to give up and tell them everything and that was the worst part. The knowing that if he would only stop you’d tell him anything to make him not start again. Anything. The bursts of fuel and conductive fluids as his vocoder was torn out, not damaged, ripped from its moorings and he was still screaming – no longer aloud but he was screaming and screaming and –
He woke up, a blurt of static and feedback issuing from his throat and the scout promptly jerked up right on his recharge slab, optics frantic, EMF jagged with terror, beeping and whirring frantically until he realized where he was. It was dark in the small storage section that made up his room, trunks of stuff, stacked in the corner, a holo-projector spinning the stars of Cybertron against the walls, a low frequency noise-maker still humming quietly nearby. He clutched his throat and whined, a broken static sound, and for once he missed his own voice.
Memory, recall, the persistence of the past in perfect detail into the present and the fact that sometimes recharge was not the silent and soothing quiet of one’s processor sorting through the day. Flux was a glitch for some – nightmares a neurological and memory core error – a regurgitation of sense memory and emotions causing one to relive, over and over, the events of the past and while it didn’t happen very often… it did happen. Rafael told Bee that nightmares were very common for humans. Bumblebee immediately became distraught until Raf explained that for people it wasn’t quite the same as it was for a Cybertronian.
It wasn’t like this. It wasn’t feeling your own mesh tear open, the massive rail-spike claws digging into his throat, the sound of your own screams (your last screams) while in your mind of begged to talk it back, to break, to give up and tell them everything and that was the worst part. The knowing that if he would only stop you’d tell him anything to make him not start again. Anything. The bursts of fuel and conductive fluids as his vocoder was torn out, not damaged, ripped from its moorings and he was still screaming – no longer aloud but he was screaming and screaming and –
He woke up, a blurt of static and feedback issuing from his throat and the scout promptly jerked up right on his recharge slab, optics frantic, EMF jagged with terror, beeping and whirring frantically until he realized where he was. It was dark in the small storage section that made up his room, trunks of stuff, stacked in the corner, a holo-projector spinning the stars of Cybertron against the walls, a low frequency noise-maker still humming quietly nearby. He clutched his throat and whined, a broken static sound, and for once he missed his own voice.