[ti]Ep 2[/ti]Miscalibration (Closed)
Aug 3, 2015 18:38:06 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 18:38:06 GMT -5
Set Week 2, Day 5, after Synchronicity II
He was clean and gravity was broken.
Except, no, it wasn't.
Yes, it was.
Something was wrong.
And now...it was fixed again.
Skywarp sat on the edge of his berth and turned off his optics. It made him feel marginally better, like the world wasn't occasionally contracting and expanding and adding extra dimensions in the corner of his optics before collapsing down a few and what the frag was going on. Some sort of space anomaly on the Nemesis? He couldn't be the only one seeing this (of course he was, no one else saw the world the way he did). But surely the ship's sensors would have picked it…?
Maybe it was just him.
Him and the aftereffects of whatever it was that had left him submerged in a lake for two planetary cycles. His memory of what he was doing before that was murky. Skywarp dimly remembered anger, a fury had that swept all reason from his processor, and strange voices in his mind but little more.
All he knew was that the aftermath had been yucky and exhausting. He'd pulled himself out of the lake covered in mud and filth. At the time, the seeker had put down any ill effects that he was feeling to the sheer amount of muck permeating his frame. But now, Skywarp had eventually gotten himself clean and upon returning to his room, he could no longer deny that Something Was Wrong.
His tanks churned unsteadily. Skywarp's energy levels had been low when he'd woken up but he didn't think that had anything to do with...this.
Maybe...maybe…
Maybe...he was miscalibrated.
The thought was a terrifying one. But Skywarp could only recall one other time when physics had made no sense to him. When universal constants distorted themselves and the universe just couldn't work like this, all the numbers were wrong, wrong, wrong.
Skywarp had been new then, pulled freshly from the Allspark, in an experimental frame that theoretically should have worked but hadn't. His processor had been bombarded with so much conflicting information from his warp drive, an overwhelming torrent of raw data about the mathematical equations that defined the universe. Many of the others had been driven mad or died from the shock and it had only been the hard work of the scientists that had made him that had kept Skywarp from going the same way.
But he remember it, that agony. The fear. Being miscalibrated.
Very bad memories.
And now it was happening again and there were no scientists now with their cold tools and painful machines that could hook into Skywarp's systems and decipher what was going on with him. There had been no one with that knowledge in eons. His warp drive had degraded in that time due to the lack of care. Perhaps the lack of maintenance was finally having more effects than a decrease in range? This wasn't quite the same as what Skywarp had experienced before. Having been alive for a fairly long time, Skywarp had a very solid understanding of just what the universe should be doing and this was more...his processor throwing up the wrong number every now and then. The sort of number that suggested the universe should be collapsing in on itself or there was about to be another Big Bang kinda thing and that just wasn't right at all and made no sense since he was not actually experiencing any of that right now. It was a queasy sort of feeling, his processor saying one thing but his optics seeing another.
So something was wrong indeed.
Most likely with him.
He could try seeing a medic or a scientist…? Skywarp grimaced at the idea. It was unlikely that they would be able to do anything. The mecha who made him and knew how he worked were long dead. But there was nothing he was achieving by sitting here except feeling like the universe was about to unravel on him. The question was, who?
Shockwave - ha, that idea was right out. Knockout or Flatline…? Which one was more likely to keep their mouth shut? The shiny mech had more steel in his struts than the spindly one and he was the official medic on board, Knockout was far more likely to log a visit if Skywarp went to him. And hadn't Flatline once offered to make Skywarp something to keep him entertained? The spindly mech was...nicer to him.
That settled it, Skywarp decided. He rose to his full height unsteadily, optics narrowing as the equations went wrong inside his processor again and the room blurred on him. It lasted for a microsecond before returning to normal. The seeker reached out and placed a servo on the wall to support himself while he got his bearings again. Maybe Skywarp should have stayed covered in gunk, at least then the dirt had distracted him enough that he hadn't noticed what was going on.
The seeker pushed off the wall and left his room, heading for Flatline's workshop. He had a mech to track down and find.
He was clean and gravity was broken.
Except, no, it wasn't.
Yes, it was.
Something was wrong.
And now...it was fixed again.
Skywarp sat on the edge of his berth and turned off his optics. It made him feel marginally better, like the world wasn't occasionally contracting and expanding and adding extra dimensions in the corner of his optics before collapsing down a few and what the frag was going on. Some sort of space anomaly on the Nemesis? He couldn't be the only one seeing this (of course he was, no one else saw the world the way he did). But surely the ship's sensors would have picked it…?
Maybe it was just him.
Him and the aftereffects of whatever it was that had left him submerged in a lake for two planetary cycles. His memory of what he was doing before that was murky. Skywarp dimly remembered anger, a fury had that swept all reason from his processor, and strange voices in his mind but little more.
All he knew was that the aftermath had been yucky and exhausting. He'd pulled himself out of the lake covered in mud and filth. At the time, the seeker had put down any ill effects that he was feeling to the sheer amount of muck permeating his frame. But now, Skywarp had eventually gotten himself clean and upon returning to his room, he could no longer deny that Something Was Wrong.
His tanks churned unsteadily. Skywarp's energy levels had been low when he'd woken up but he didn't think that had anything to do with...this.
Maybe...maybe…
Maybe...he was miscalibrated.
The thought was a terrifying one. But Skywarp could only recall one other time when physics had made no sense to him. When universal constants distorted themselves and the universe just couldn't work like this, all the numbers were wrong, wrong, wrong.
Skywarp had been new then, pulled freshly from the Allspark, in an experimental frame that theoretically should have worked but hadn't. His processor had been bombarded with so much conflicting information from his warp drive, an overwhelming torrent of raw data about the mathematical equations that defined the universe. Many of the others had been driven mad or died from the shock and it had only been the hard work of the scientists that had made him that had kept Skywarp from going the same way.
But he remember it, that agony. The fear. Being miscalibrated.
Very bad memories.
And now it was happening again and there were no scientists now with their cold tools and painful machines that could hook into Skywarp's systems and decipher what was going on with him. There had been no one with that knowledge in eons. His warp drive had degraded in that time due to the lack of care. Perhaps the lack of maintenance was finally having more effects than a decrease in range? This wasn't quite the same as what Skywarp had experienced before. Having been alive for a fairly long time, Skywarp had a very solid understanding of just what the universe should be doing and this was more...his processor throwing up the wrong number every now and then. The sort of number that suggested the universe should be collapsing in on itself or there was about to be another Big Bang kinda thing and that just wasn't right at all and made no sense since he was not actually experiencing any of that right now. It was a queasy sort of feeling, his processor saying one thing but his optics seeing another.
So something was wrong indeed.
Most likely with him.
He could try seeing a medic or a scientist…? Skywarp grimaced at the idea. It was unlikely that they would be able to do anything. The mecha who made him and knew how he worked were long dead. But there was nothing he was achieving by sitting here except feeling like the universe was about to unravel on him. The question was, who?
Shockwave - ha, that idea was right out. Knockout or Flatline…? Which one was more likely to keep their mouth shut? The shiny mech had more steel in his struts than the spindly one and he was the official medic on board, Knockout was far more likely to log a visit if Skywarp went to him. And hadn't Flatline once offered to make Skywarp something to keep him entertained? The spindly mech was...nicer to him.
That settled it, Skywarp decided. He rose to his full height unsteadily, optics narrowing as the equations went wrong inside his processor again and the room blurred on him. It lasted for a microsecond before returning to normal. The seeker reached out and placed a servo on the wall to support himself while he got his bearings again. Maybe Skywarp should have stayed covered in gunk, at least then the dirt had distracted him enough that he hadn't noticed what was going on.
The seeker pushed off the wall and left his room, heading for Flatline's workshop. He had a mech to track down and find.