Spotlight: Jazz

[Jazz]

"Back when Cybertron was young and teaming with life...."

Right. So this Spotlight takes place in varyin' times and will skip through from Chapter to chapter. There will be language and violence and drops to other things. Don't worry, the young viewers will not be scarred.


Chapter One
Slums

Takes place long before the War.

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     "Somehow I think this was a poor choice."

     "How so?"

     A set of voices came in through his audio receptors. He couldn't move, couldn't see, but he could hear. Oh, the things they heard when everyone thought they were just unresponsive forms waiting for their commands.

     "I mean the design. For one, he's... small... fragile lookin'. How do you expect him to even perform his tasks to an acceptable level?" There was a pause with Voice A as the sound of moving pedes echoed on the floor. "And what are with the choice in sensors? He looks as though he would be more acceptable as a Towerling's pet than a worker."

     Then came a touch, as brief as it was, though delicate in nature. It felt like a creator caressing his work of art, something that he was proud to look at. It wasn't that far from the truth, really.

     "Come now, you're not even looking at the strengths this design, just the weaknesses in it! Sure, it's not your bulky heavyweight but those mechs are designed for the tasks of building and lifting. This little one here was not created for such a thing. We have enough of those for now, so I wanted to design something a bit different. Something more... strategic, if you will." The touch stopped and footsteps carried Voice B to the other side. "Don't you recall that last mech you purchased off me and tried to change his tasks? Remember how he crashed into that building and you had to put out so many credits to get it fixed? Not with this little guy! The small stature would actually make him quite a bit more efficient for what you would need as he's created to be both quick and nimble. He can speed up then turn on a gear if something gets in front of him suddenly."

     "Alright, whatever. Now, what about them foolish pointy things on his helm? New design choice for ya?"

     "Ah, I wish. No, these are more than cosmetic." Another touch, though this time it was an annoying tap on the two sensory arrays jutting from his helm. "Now these little things you made fun of are his sensors. These are gonna alert him to everything around him before he even sees it and send that information to his field," then a tap on his face, apparently over his optics. "It will give him all the information he needs as far as location and the likes without him having to stop to look at the arm data pad. It all just uploads to here. Now, this is the only way this little guy can see so you'll have to ensure it doesn't break but it would take a lot of force to shatter it."

     The touch stopped as more walking was done.

     "I don't know. I'm more used to those larger guys you build for me. This seems a little out of the ordinary."

     "I promise, you don't be disappointed. How about this? You give me half of the remaining bit of the payment and try him out for a few cycles? If you don't like him, bring him back and I'll make one of your normal guys free of charge? I mean, when have I EVER created something incorrectly for you? I have always given you the best of what I can design. Just take this as an upgrade from those mindless little delivery drones you've gotten from others before."

     "How much energon is he going to need to run?"

     "Not much at all, really. While he moves fast, he doesn't burn as quickly as most others do."

     "I suppose I could try him, but I'm warning you. If he screws up at all I'm going to bring him back in pieces."

     "Oh, you won't be disappointed. Why, you may just find other uses for him outside of delivery..."

     "What do you mean?"

     There was silence as there were much lower voices went on. Only bits and pieces were able to be made out, such as 'entertainment' and other nonsensical things, but that was of little matter.  Once the whispers had stopped the footsteps again came closer to him and there was a series of touches once more but by the one who'd had the delicate servos. They weren't so kind now, as they jerked around parts that were only somewhat receptive to the movement, enough to be uncomfortable, though unable to be pulled away. When things stilled there was a jolt- painful at first and overwhelming to where an overload was possible from the power surge- which kicked his internals into working bits.

     > SYSTEM START UP <

     One by one systems started to come online as the cool energon pumped through his lines, elevating the numbness and giving him a chance at movement. There was a brief moment of 'FRAG' when he realized that his legs were now no longer locked and he was being pushed off the podium he had been standing on. He nearly met with the floor but an impulse lock on the knee joints prevented it and he was able to correct his stance to return to the upright position. When his visor came to life everything was static as the systems registered the way of sight.

     > SYSTEM BOOTED <
     > VISUALS ONLINE <

     Ah, beautiful sight. Focus came naturally as he didn't have to wait for optics to adjust as his kind normally did when being awakened from any form of stasis. He looked around then locked on the two figures infront of them. These two must have been the voices he had heard, given that logic would merely use process of elimination. Plus, the fact that no one else was in the room? Pretty obvious that way, too.

     "Your designation is Processing Unit Zero Two Four. Key code, PU-024. Respond."

     "Process... ing... uniiiii" The voice thing was difficult at first, as his vocal system was still fresh. It needed to work out all of the kinks and warm up before it started to work properly. "Process... ing... Unity... Zero... Two... F-f-foooour."

     "Repeat."

     "Processing. Unit. Zero. Two. Four."

     "Good job, unit." The one who had been speaking with him smirked some then stepped to the side, motioning his servo in a sweep movement towards the other. "This is your Master. Register the designation Hexidel under ownership."

     "Acknowledged. Hexidel registered."

     The other stepped forward towards him then. Something about the expression he held only told the little processing unit that things probably weren't going to be all that simple. Well, he was created for work according to his commands so this was going to be the driving power behind all of it.

     "Unit. You are under a... test run..."

     One of the mech's servos reached out and took PU024 by the throat suddenly, the grip tight enough that a couple of energon lines were being pinched to the point where supply was being cut off. Warnings were coming on his field, telling him that there was an interruption and to clear it immediately, which kicked in the instinct to raise his own servos to try and pry the foreign servo away. Instinct wanted him to protect himself, but his commands kept him still. If his new Master wanted him offlined, PU024 wouldn't even be able to stop him. The mech pulled him close, his face plate not far from his visor.

     "Be advised. If you fail me.. I will tear you to pieces."

     With that, he slung PU024 to the ground in a heap of freshly awakened metal. He remained prone while the two discussed the remaining bits of the terms to this trial run he was about to undergo, not wanting to be noticed by his Master while he didn't need to be. Already he was working on his own way to override those foolish commands that were just freshly uploaded. Perhaps eventually it could be done, but not right at this moment. No, for now he had other things to pay attention to...

     "Come."

     ... which included climbing to his feet and following his Master out of the shop the moment that command came through to his audials.

     This was going to be the start to an interesting life...

[Jazz]

     Reeving engines, skidding wheels, clanking metal and hissing struts- These were all sounds that were familiar to a Transformer and most of the time could be identified after only one tune and probably wouldn't pay any mind to normally. Then there were the sounds which triggered blissful sensations from one's very core but they could have been pretty much anything in order to trigger that feeling and it varied more than anyone could really put a digit on. While a racer would have been more in tune with the sounds of purring engines, a constructor would probably enjoy the smooth turning of gears. Who really knew, honestly.

     There was no denying that EVERYONE had some level of disgust for the sound that PU024 was currently hearing. They were familiar but hardly blissful and, in fact, it was downright annoying with the monotone wailing followed by the usual meaning to why one was being alerted to the sound. The largest problem he faced was a simple one with some very nasty consequences:

     His delivery was about to be delayed yet AGAIN.

     'Scrap...'

     The blaring alert of sirens behind him continued until he slowed to a final stop along the side of the road. He listened to the shifting of metal and internal workings as the vehicle behind him came out of alt mode. A tap on the side of his rear wheel by the Enforcers's baton let him know that it was time to do the same, so he did as silently ordered. He stared at the Enforcer, package in hand, and cleared his throat.

     "I-is there a problem?"

     "You bet there is. Do you know how fast you were going?"

     "Not rea-"

     "Faster than you should have been." PU024 was interrupted before he could finish his final word, so he quickly figured that the question had been rhetorical. Maybe that was how he was supposed to handle all questions by this one? So he stood there in silence as the officer looked him over then eyed the package he had in his grasp. "What's that you have?"

     The silence continued and the raised optical ridge from the Enforcer told him it was time to speak up. This mech really needed to make up his every-lovin'...-

     "Oh! A delivery. See, I'm on route to deliver these parts to the local weapon special--"

     "A Delivery unit?" Dang it, there he went again with interrupting! "Explains some things I suppose. Gotta say you're one of the weirdest ones I've seen on patrol in these parts." Well, this was certainly a 'charming' little character. PU024 watched him pull a data pad from his subspace and prepared to enter the next bit of information. "What's your registration number?"

     "Processing Unit 0. 2. 4. Registration ID PU 006-143-892."
     'Ya arrogant spark of a--'

     PU024 was barely even finished giving the last digit when two other Enforcement Units came around the corner. They transformed out of their vehicle modes and stood off to the side, watching like a pair of turbofoxes locked on their prey. The one who was dealing with PU024 looked over his shoulder past his door wings to the pair, then turned his attention to what he was doing on his data pad. There were visible signs of discomfort, probably irritation in there as well, but PU024 stayed quiet about it and just waited for the Enforcer to finish what he was typing up.

     "Alright, your registration checks out."

      There was never any doubt to that. Perhaps in HIS mind, but PU024 knew things were alright with at least his registration.

     'Guess the other violations were paid...' Now came the tickets. He would have rolled his optics if he'd had a pair in which to do so.

      "I'm issuing you a ticket for violation of speed postings and reckless operations. You'll need to give these to your-" There was a pause as he looked at the data pad and frowned. PU024 just knew this was trouble. The next words verified it. "Well, it would seem you already have a bunch of tickets that haven't been paid yet. Guess you're just going to have to come down to the station with me and dry rust until your owner pays your fee and collects you."

      'Spoke too soon...'

      "Oh, that's the way to show him, Rookie." The other two Enforcers were heckling him again. This could only end badly if he let it get under his framework. Seemed the rookie was more by the book than that, though, so maybe he would brush it off?

     'Oh come on, you can't let THAT get under your...'

      The package was taken from him and tossed to the side by one servo while the other kept hold of PU024's wrist, leaving him to just stare at the parcel as it thumped on the sidewalk om the direction of the other two. "Pick that up, would you?" The 'rookie' said, somewhat sarcastically as though brushing off the mindless task like it wasn't his concern anymore. In the next instant, stasis cuffs were slammed on his PU024's wrists and tightened, a little too tight than they should have been. Probably from the frustration at the other two Enforcers.

      '.... Wait a dang klik.'

      "Wait. You're ARRESTIN' me?" PU024 was confused. He'd been pulled over before ( a lot of times before ) but he had never been in THIS sort of predicament. This wasn't his fault! He was doing his JOB, and now he was being arrested?!

      "Yes, but only until your owner pays his dues. Then you're free to go. Consider this more of a warning to him than you since he's the one who skipped out on what he's supposed to pay. Now, come along, Unit." Though the voice was aggressive enough to know he wasn't playing games, the Enforcer still made a point to shove him forward. Having not expecting it, PU024 stumbled and nearly lost his footing but a quick step of his left pede stopped that. Had that been the intention? Well, he wasn't going to ask and risk any further incident so he just walked forward with his head down and optics to the ground.

     One would normally be a bit uptight about being walked off like this, fussing about tickets and concerned about making sure all credits were paid. For one such as PU024? He was definitely more worried about not making his delivery. His customer definitely wasn't going to like this, and Hexidel was going to blow a gasket when he would be forced to replace the damaged package at no charge.

     'Hexidel's gonna have my helm for this...'

[Jazz]

     "I'm innocent! I did't do anything! You can't keep me in here!"

     "Shove a cork in your vocal processor! You've been screaming that since you've been locked in here!"

     The cels were filled with those who were pleading their innocence, leaking fluids, begging for calls, demanding for their stories to be heard. It was rather circuit clenching to handle but it wasn't anything that PU024 had any business sticking his nose into. These concerns weren't his to try and fix and he had his own issues to handle at the moment. At least he had his own space, even if it were between to excessive whining mechs who didn't know how to shut off their own processors.

     'Zoom in. Zoom out. Section grid. Zoom in on cel eight. Zoom out on cel four.'

     PU024 sat in the cell, staring off at the wall across from the cot he was sitting on. He was adjusting the rate of focus and training his visor to various ranges with the upgrade he had been fitted with only a couple cycles before. He had been so busy with work that he hadn't been able to mess around with it up until this point, so why not take the opportunity for some down time? PU024 would need to take advantage of this while he could since afterwards thing would probably turn out the same way they had when he'd gotten his first ticket. He'd be worked double to cover the time lost while being in this forsaken cel; triple if Hexidel was REALLY ticked.

     It really was a foolish situation for one on the receiving end and it baffled him. Medical units didn't get pulled over for speeding while doing their job, so why was he? Not like he was doing anything criminal and attempting to flee from the Enforcers. He was merely cruising around and trying to deliver the parcel he was expected to take safely to the purchaser and the only reason he was stuck in this prison cel was because Hexidel didn't pay his fines like he was supposed to. Sure, PU024 wouldn't have been caught if he hadn't been speeding- though he probably would have been seized soon enough anyway- but ultimately this was Hexidel's fault for trying to cheat the officials. So, here he was, stuck in this rather surreal limbo of whether or not Hexidel would even bother coming. PU024 was pretty much on the level of 'disposable' in the way of unit value was concerned- as were many in the optics of their 'owners'- so it wouldn't surprise him if his dead-beat credit hogging keeper would just stiff the fines and leave him here to rust.

     So what was a mech who found himself in a position like this to do? Sit back and relax as much as possible, ignore the notifications from his software that his duties were being ignored and he was overdue for his delivery time, and wait.

     'Zoom in on cel two. Zoom out on cel eight. Zoom at thirty percent on cel three.'

     He was really starting to get the hang of this new upgrade! Now that he had gone through the grid feature and multiple scoping features it was time to see what else he could do.

     "Where is he?! Do ya know how much business we lost because of this fraggin' fine nonsense?! Next time you need parts, remember who delivers them! You good for nothin' lunks of government fogger!"

     Well, that was the end of exploring his upgrade.

     There was more said but it didn't need to be registered. PU024 recognized the voice who was making all the fuss and eagerly he stood up from the cot and went to the energy grid door to scan for the signature. While one would normally be shying away from the owner of the less-than-friendly words, PU024 was rather eager to see him. This meant he was getting out! A grin came to his mouth plate as he spotted the mech who was trudging his way towards his cel.

     'Finally!'

     The black and purple mech was huge, both in stature and personality, and if you were on the receiving end of his grouchy manners you were lucky to escape completely intact. This mech had been twisted to the point of a strained spring and wasn't waiting around for the Enforcers to catch up to release PU024 from the cel. He instead pounded the side of his fisted servo as hard as he could against the release panel to the side of the cel, hard enough to dent the wall around it. Circuits were sputtering and sparking as he pulled that servo then away and he stood there as an intimidating, impenetrable wall as the electro grids shut down- probably permanently, until the panel was fixed. The Enforcers stood back, not wanting to get in the way of the one who was almost double their height with an expression his faceplate that dared them to even bring up 'destruction of property'. The mech turned to leave, striding past them and through the containment doors to leave the Enforcement Headquarters, with little PU024 rushing after him to keep from being left behind.

     Once outside, he let out a sigh of relief as he walked alongside the much larger mech.

     "All paid up?"

     "Nope."

     "Hexidel stiffed out again?"

     "You know the fragger did."

     "Figures. I take it Hexidel doesn't know I was here?"

     "He does, but he don't give two licks about it."

     "Thanks for gettin' me outta there, Fracture."

     "Get yourself caught up in the place again, and I'm gonna leave your sorry aft in there to rust. Ya bot it, you git-brained idiot? You're disposable in the optics of those around ya, so don't count on me comin' to save ya all the time. I got better things to do."

     "Got it."

     "Good." His tone was softening. "Now hurry up. Ya got work to make up."

     "Thanks again, Fracture."

     The scoff said the conversation was over, and the two were silent as they made their way back.

[Jazz]

     From the lower surface where the average resided to the towering buildings overlooking Iacon that housed the Towerlings, Iacon was a thing of miraculous beauty and awe. It was unlike any other place Planetside, home to varying ways of life with a perfect fit for anyone who wanted to make this their residence. The roadways were well maintained by workers who cleaned off debris on a daily basis. Crime was kept at a minimum, most too afraid to do anything with Enforcers at almost every turn with their Headquarters right in the heart of the city. It was the place to be, the place to start new. No one ever even thought of the efforts that went through making it that way in the first place. Perfection took work and lots of it, and most of that was done way out of sight of others. It wasn't something that someone dreamed and it just happened- no, there was a lot of labor involved in that construction and more grief and work than was ever truly appreciated, even by said 'dreamer'.

     Below the perfection that was clear to the naked eye, construction was underway as it normally was:

     Nonstop.

     The Undergrid was the city that never slept, be it through the sounds of round-the-clock hauling workers, the flow of molten metal that was kept in check around the clock to consistent check of the pipes that carried the Energon to keep the city fully operational. This was not a place for the weak sparked or the lightweights. The mechs that worked here could be wrecking balls if they wanted to be, all built with enough heft in their framework to topple a building single-highhandedly if need be. These were ones that you didn't want to mess with unless you intended to lose a part or two with the flick of a digit. They weren't fast, but they were efficient and sometimes dangerous. Amongst the big haulers and heavyweights there was one that clearly stood out above the rest, but not merely for his size. At the moment he was on the move, lifting a large metal column to wedge in place for soldering.

     While he held that, PU024 was pushing some other metal pieces into place below. When he straightened up he looked to see how things were holding up. PU024 barely reached his hip plate, which always made for an awkward situation among these giants when he wasn't watching where he was going. Of course, it made it easier for his nimble frame to dart around between the legs of the others to avoid being caught underfoot.

     Once everything was fixed in place, the area was cleared and they were allowed to move onto the next. This process continued until the loud whistling chime bellowed through the Undergrid to indicate break time for rotation one, which included PU024 and Fracture. They broke away from what they were working on once it was solidly in place and walked off with the others on their rotation to the lift where they were taken above ground. Everyone had one spot that they went to; a little dive bar not far from the workzone deep within the heart of the slums. Fracture held the door open for PU024, who scooted in and ducked to the side to avoid someone on the way out, then was soon followed in. The pair took their usual seat at the table in the corner as they waited for their meals to be brought to them.

     Fracture sat back in his chair, shifting his shoulders as he worked out any kinks or stiffness that was trying to creep in. In the Undergrid where the light always changed and no one stood still long enough for optics to focus, he was always cast in peculiar shadows that played tricks and kept him rather well hidden in spite of very few dark areas available there. Now that he was in a more steady light, one was definitely able to see much more in the way of detail on him instead of just judging by silhouettes and size; at least, that of which COULD be seen under the several layers of soot and grime. His frame was riddled with the story of the hardships he never spoke of in the form of old dents and chips with peeks of deep dark purple and black peeking through. Many of the more severe injuries had been carelessly repaired without so much as an attempt to match the colors. In spite of the crude and obviously ached bits, he was still able to haul more than double what any of the others did in one lift- a Titan within them all. He never complained about the work and rarely spoke unless it was to bark commands about who was to do what and move what where, but that in and of itself demanded a level of respect shown by all who he worked with. Stories told of many mechs he had saved from collapsed pillars and pulled out of the way of what should have been fatal accidents. Whether they were all true or not? No one ever doubted them.

     Especially not PU024, who envied the large mech who had gotten him out of trouble on more than one occasion, which had earned him a permanent place on a pillar in the young mech's optics. Well... if he had any, in the more literal sense. He had also given him a new designation, one that PU024 had yet to use himself.

     Fracture hadn't always worked in the Undergrid. In his youth he had been an Entertainer for the Aristocrats- a gladiator in the Pits. He had been built solely for that purpose to then be recycled out as scrap parts ( as PU024 heard stories of mechs surviving for a very short amount of time ) but he surpassed expectations. He held the record for the longest winning streak, which was impressive with an old model being able to outdo the younger mechs who were built to take him on. It was rumored that he sustained an injury during one fight that knocked him out of the ring, but looking at him now? No one would have suspected anything. Other rumors spoke of a new Gladiator that took the stage that Fracture wouldn't fight. Either reason was a complete secret, as Fracture didn't do anything to lean towards one rumor or another. Whatever the reason, Hexidel had brought him into the Undergrid to work and this was where he climbed the unspoken ranks to become their own little Leader within the crew.

     Their drinks were delivered, set down infront of each of them. Fracture was able to take his glass in two fingers by the rim and downed nearly the entire thing in one go. PU024 was a little more careful about holding it and took one small sip at a time while he looked around the bar at the other patrons. He had learned the hard way not to down high grade in a single setting and ever since then he was timid with what he gulped down. His optics found their way back to Fracture and he cleared his intake to get his attention.

     "You're unusually quiet today. Somethin' on your mind?"

     "Thinkin'," Fracture replied simply, not even bother to look up from his glass.

     Since PU024 had been sent down to the Undergrid to work off some of the debts he had piled up from his speeding tickets, he had seen an obvious change in Fracture. Before it hadn't been so concerning but somehow the quiet old mech had managed to become shut off even from his little opticless shadow and that bothered the much rowdy PU024. While Fracture stared at his glass, PU024 shifted again in his seat and let out an impatient whine from his vocoder.

     "Come'on, man. What's rollin' through that thick helm of yours? I ain't never seen you so reserved before..."

     Fracture was silent for another few kliks, in which PU024 let out another impatient noise. Almost sensing that PU024 was about to speak again, the older mech interrupted him.

     "The uprisings are becommin' more common now with the upstarts." Oh... THIS talk again. "The Enforcers are havin' more and more issues keepin' things quiet. I can't say that my processor hasn't been... musin' on all of this, especially with all the talk I hear whispered through the team. Now, do you remember what I told you?"

     "Um... about the side thing? Yeah, I got it." PU024 didn't want to hear the doomsday talk anymore and he waved his servo to dismiss it before it turned into that. Very few ever did that to Fracture, but he'd come to almost expect it from the little punk mech that hadn't quite learned how to settle in his fittings yet.
 
     The whistle signaling that their break was over rang in their audials and Fracture rose up from his chair after finishing up his drink. He turned his back to the young mech who stared on as though waiting for a command on what to do. That came when Fracture looked over his shoulder to him.

     "Come on, PU024... back to work."

     Hearing that designation always brightened him up and made him smile, and the young mech scurried up after Fracture, returning to his earned position as the titan's shadow.

[Jazz]

     PU024 was lounging off on a stack of beams, his frame needing a break. He definitely wasn't built for this sort of manual labor! He was small and agile, more for being above ground and rushing deliveries back and forth; not down here where 90% of the things were heavier than he could lift and the other 10% could crush him if he didn't pay close enough attention. Being sent down here to work until he earned back the money spent on his speeding tickets was outrageous! Hexidel was an official certified prick for doing this to him.

     The young mech sat up and let out a long exvent, signalling his frustration to- well, no one really. This was as quiet as a spot as he would get in this place so he'd just have to make the best of it. He let one leg hang over the edge of the beams and settled his servos on them infront of himself. Before long his digits started to strum rather idly, going at first with the sounds of the clanks and dings around him before slipping into something of their own. He listened to find the beat of the area then picked it up from there and before long both the heel of one servo was striking the beam along with the digits from the other and the side of his pede to another. It was in a 4-2-4 beat pattern with a throw of something faster from his digits periodically. His visor took in the readings of the pitches to keep in pace and he hummed lightly.

     For someone watching it was quite a sight to see him strumming along to a beat they couldn't pick up on. If they did stop to listen they'd be able to hear it all coming together with PU024 acting like the tie in between all the sounds that the workers didn't pay much attention to normally. The word spread between close by mechs quickly and soon enough PU024 had a small audience. He didn't realize it, since he was completely focused on what he was playing through his head, but the gathering had grown from two or three spectators to about twenty onlookers, none of which dared to make a sound.

     When PU024 finally played the final beat his visor cleared and he rewound the recording he had done of the sounds. The small audience's claps were what sent him nearly over the edge of the beams and he looked around to see those who he worked with just... applauding him. Had they been there the entire time? PU024 cleared his throat some and stood up on the beams, taking a small bow which only riled them up more. This was certainly a strange situation for him to be in.

     "PU024."

     That voice DID make PU024 jump, and right over the beams backwards he went. He hit the floor with a thud and laid there for a klik or two staring up at.. well... faces. Faces were looking down as he was looking up- faces from those who had come over to see if PU024 was alright from that tumble.

     "Alright, break it--- I said BREAK IT UP. Back to work!"

     Fracture's commanding tone resonated off the walls, demanding to be noticed and taken seriously. The others grumbled and made their way off to go back to what they were doing before they'd been allowed the small break. It was Fracture who knelt down and pulled PU024 back to his pedes then gave him a quick go over, struck him heavily on the shoulder with that large servo of his, then stood upright again.

     "Where'd you learn a thing like that? I know I didn't teach it to ya."

     "I... dunno. It just sort of happened."

     "Well, see if you can make it 'just sort of happen' when you're not supposed to be restin' or workin'." There was a pause as Fracture just stared at PU024 as he was brushing himself off. Feeling the stare, JPU024 looked up at him and caught his optics. "... Don't give on it, though. I could be useful to you later."

     Who really knew that something that would prove to be more useful than anyone ever imagined.