[ti]Ep 2[/ti]- Fixed Point - (Closed)
Mar 18, 2017 18:51:44 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 18:51:44 GMT -5
Wheeljack thought he was slowing getting a handle on Situation: Utterly Fragged.
Then the Decepticon told him that she had essentially carried his mind back to Earth.
What.
What.
What.
"What, no," he said, in point blank refusal. His tone lacked heat though and sounded utterly baffled. It honestly threw him. The idea was ludicrous, it had come out of nowhere and smacked him unexpectedly. The Wrecker stared at her for a good long moment.
She was being serious.
Not only was she absolutely serious, she apparently expected him to believe it.
The even weirder thing though was that she sounded so sincere, completely matter of fact about it. As if it was simply a part of life, utterly mundane. Wheeljack could accept the hacking, that someone had breached his neural net. But taking a chunk of his mind and shunting it to and from Cybertron-
He'd been asked to believe a lot over the course of this conversation but this was where it ended.
(Partly for sanity's sake because the idea was, quite frankly, terrifying)
The Wrecker shook his head. Opened his mouth to protest further then decided, you know what. Whatever. If he argued the point more, it would no doubt send him further down a nonsensical path. The Con might know a lot more than him about this mess but it seemed like she had a few screws loose too.
The more interesting (read: concerning) thing was that apparently he had been dreaming those seven days away undisturbed. So - what, time passed slowly in the sim? Wheeljack had thought, well, that it had been days on her end, that a bigger gap lay between seeing the three of them and waking up.
His eyes narrowed a bit. If they were working against the neuroscientist who'd set this trap, why would her boss have setup this device? Perhaps he was undercover like Psi or it was something else. Wheeljack wanted clean lines of division, separate camps of 'yes, those people are the enemy' and 'no, don't fight those ones.'
Ugh, it was a mess.
Part of him wanted to scoff when the Con said she'd promised to check that he was alright. But, that was one of the first things she'd said to him, had asked him. Wheeljack still hadn't answered the question but he wasn't going to, it had never been on the table to start with.
It felt like the conversation was drawing to a close, the answers to his questions thus far had only raised bigger questions. The Wrecker been mistaken in thinking that the Decepticon would be able to clear the air. He'd been searching for certainty which she hadn't been able to provide.
Honestly, not really. Would another round of questioning be productive? Wheeljack had been intent on interrogating the Decepticon when he thought the answers would be useful. But veering into the realm of improbable, ridiculous answers was reason enough to dissuade him.
"So, to get this straight, the stuff I was dreaming, that lasted the entire seven days I was lying in the dirt?"
Then the Decepticon told him that she had essentially carried his mind back to Earth.
What.
What.
What.
"What, no," he said, in point blank refusal. His tone lacked heat though and sounded utterly baffled. It honestly threw him. The idea was ludicrous, it had come out of nowhere and smacked him unexpectedly. The Wrecker stared at her for a good long moment.
She was being serious.
Not only was she absolutely serious, she apparently expected him to believe it.
The even weirder thing though was that she sounded so sincere, completely matter of fact about it. As if it was simply a part of life, utterly mundane. Wheeljack could accept the hacking, that someone had breached his neural net. But taking a chunk of his mind and shunting it to and from Cybertron-
He'd been asked to believe a lot over the course of this conversation but this was where it ended.
(Partly for sanity's sake because the idea was, quite frankly, terrifying)
The Wrecker shook his head. Opened his mouth to protest further then decided, you know what. Whatever. If he argued the point more, it would no doubt send him further down a nonsensical path. The Con might know a lot more than him about this mess but it seemed like she had a few screws loose too.
The more interesting (read: concerning) thing was that apparently he had been dreaming those seven days away undisturbed. So - what, time passed slowly in the sim? Wheeljack had thought, well, that it had been days on her end, that a bigger gap lay between seeing the three of them and waking up.
His eyes narrowed a bit. If they were working against the neuroscientist who'd set this trap, why would her boss have setup this device? Perhaps he was undercover like Psi or it was something else. Wheeljack wanted clean lines of division, separate camps of 'yes, those people are the enemy' and 'no, don't fight those ones.'
Ugh, it was a mess.
Part of him wanted to scoff when the Con said she'd promised to check that he was alright. But, that was one of the first things she'd said to him, had asked him. Wheeljack still hadn't answered the question but he wasn't going to, it had never been on the table to start with.
It felt like the conversation was drawing to a close, the answers to his questions thus far had only raised bigger questions. The Wrecker been mistaken in thinking that the Decepticon would be able to clear the air. He'd been searching for certainty which she hadn't been able to provide.
Does that help at all?"
Honestly, not really. Would another round of questioning be productive? Wheeljack had been intent on interrogating the Decepticon when he thought the answers would be useful. But veering into the realm of improbable, ridiculous answers was reason enough to dissuade him.
"So, to get this straight, the stuff I was dreaming, that lasted the entire seven days I was lying in the dirt?"