Post by Deleted on May 16, 2014 20:09:18 GMT -5
(OOC: set some time after Terms and Conditions. The joyriding thread between EC and ZZ at last.)
Zoom-Zoom was bored.
He'd been skulking about on base, always somewhere Red Alert could keep an optic on him. There only so many times a mech could count inventory after all and Red had finally -finally- run out of odd jobs to keep Zoom-Zoom occupied. Which meant that he had a break for once but Zoom-Zoom wasn't certain what he could actually do by himself. He'd explored most of the base whilst running errands for Red Alert so now he was aimlessly roaming the hallways and probably giving the security mech a processor ache. He wasn't allowed off-base without supervision and Zoom-Zoom wasn't about to humiliate himself to ask a Bot out to keep an optic on him.
The minibot almost tried hacking the data network then he remembered how stringent Red had been when laying down the law on that. Granted, the mech had been dead serious when he listed all the things that Zoom-Zoom couldn't do whilst on probation but the computer systems had him looking particularly stern.
Zoom-Zoom exvented. He wandered up the passageway towards the control room, then wandered back down again. Counting inventory had not cured his restlessness, if anything, it had exacerbated it. Unconsciously, he'd activated his old database programs to help him allot items into neat little categories in a way that was a vast improvement over the current inventory system. If there was one thing that could quickly drive Zoom-Zoom crazy (-ier than he already was), it was reminders of his first vorns of existence stuck in a spark-crushing job as a data analyst. Even now he was flashbacking to orns spent plugged into vast databases, sifting through exabytes of information and trying to make sense of it all, analyzing it all to find trends and patterns.
Zoom-Zoom might have been built to process such large volumes of data but he'd never had the spark for it. Being tapped into so many datastreams was the closest thing to the Pits that Zoom-Zoom could imagine. It wasn't possible to dig through so much information at once and still retain some semblance of self. For the minibot, his original occupation basically involved the closest thing to a processor wipe as you could get. Except it was every orn, walking into Iacon Freight and getting his processor so overloaded with information that his mind was simply crushed beneath it all. It took a special sort of mech to love that work and Zoom-Zoom hadn't been it.
In the end, getting fired had been a relief. Hacking into the company's databases to mess around with their shipping manifestos had been the only outlet he had to retain some form of sanity. He had not been sad to see the end of that job, even if it had put him out straight onto the streets.
Zoom-Zoom twitched as he stalked up and down the corridors of the Autobot base, trapped in his memories of life back on Cybertron. He was so deeply engrossed in thought that he completely lost track of his surroundings and he had not realized that he was now pacing round in an endless circle. The minibot's processor wasn't exactly stable, the many long vorns by himself had led to some deterioration despite his best efforts and it was only now that he was experiencing the effects. Round and round his pedes carried him, looping like the way his processor was.
Eventually, Zoom-Zoom got a grip on himself and came to a stop. He shuttered his optics once then stared vacantly up at the ceiling as he tried to figure out his actions for the past several klicks.
As his awareness returned, he also realised with a start that he hadn’t been alone all this time.
Zoom-Zoom was bored.
He'd been skulking about on base, always somewhere Red Alert could keep an optic on him. There only so many times a mech could count inventory after all and Red had finally -finally- run out of odd jobs to keep Zoom-Zoom occupied. Which meant that he had a break for once but Zoom-Zoom wasn't certain what he could actually do by himself. He'd explored most of the base whilst running errands for Red Alert so now he was aimlessly roaming the hallways and probably giving the security mech a processor ache. He wasn't allowed off-base without supervision and Zoom-Zoom wasn't about to humiliate himself to ask a Bot out to keep an optic on him.
The minibot almost tried hacking the data network then he remembered how stringent Red had been when laying down the law on that. Granted, the mech had been dead serious when he listed all the things that Zoom-Zoom couldn't do whilst on probation but the computer systems had him looking particularly stern.
Zoom-Zoom exvented. He wandered up the passageway towards the control room, then wandered back down again. Counting inventory had not cured his restlessness, if anything, it had exacerbated it. Unconsciously, he'd activated his old database programs to help him allot items into neat little categories in a way that was a vast improvement over the current inventory system. If there was one thing that could quickly drive Zoom-Zoom crazy (-ier than he already was), it was reminders of his first vorns of existence stuck in a spark-crushing job as a data analyst. Even now he was flashbacking to orns spent plugged into vast databases, sifting through exabytes of information and trying to make sense of it all, analyzing it all to find trends and patterns.
Zoom-Zoom might have been built to process such large volumes of data but he'd never had the spark for it. Being tapped into so many datastreams was the closest thing to the Pits that Zoom-Zoom could imagine. It wasn't possible to dig through so much information at once and still retain some semblance of self. For the minibot, his original occupation basically involved the closest thing to a processor wipe as you could get. Except it was every orn, walking into Iacon Freight and getting his processor so overloaded with information that his mind was simply crushed beneath it all. It took a special sort of mech to love that work and Zoom-Zoom hadn't been it.
In the end, getting fired had been a relief. Hacking into the company's databases to mess around with their shipping manifestos had been the only outlet he had to retain some form of sanity. He had not been sad to see the end of that job, even if it had put him out straight onto the streets.
Zoom-Zoom twitched as he stalked up and down the corridors of the Autobot base, trapped in his memories of life back on Cybertron. He was so deeply engrossed in thought that he completely lost track of his surroundings and he had not realized that he was now pacing round in an endless circle. The minibot's processor wasn't exactly stable, the many long vorns by himself had led to some deterioration despite his best efforts and it was only now that he was experiencing the effects. Round and round his pedes carried him, looping like the way his processor was.
Eventually, Zoom-Zoom got a grip on himself and came to a stop. He shuttered his optics once then stared vacantly up at the ceiling as he tried to figure out his actions for the past several klicks.
As his awareness returned, he also realised with a start that he hadn’t been alone all this time.