Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2016 16:43:29 GMT -5
[Week 4, Day 1]
Cold and darkness. It was all he knew. It was all he had known for a long, long time. Even in his forced stasis, he had been at least somewhat aware of the cold. The entrapment. His processor was sluggish, mostly unresponsive. He couldn’t form coherent thoughts. If he could have, he would have wondered how long he’d been in this state. Where his partner was. If there was a way out. What his true condition was. He would have wondered a thousand things, as usual. He was always wondering. Until he wasn’t.
Something had changed. His incoherent mind was aware of at least that much. He wasn’t quite as cold. Some small, far away part of him said that this was a good thing, as he was dangerously low on energon. The majority failed to see the importance of this. Nothing was important. Nothing was even worth thinking about.
Outside where his body lay entombed, the flow of the artic and the shift of temperatures over time had worn at the ice that encased him. Only a thinnest of walls lay between him and the world outside, but, he was far too weak to reach out to it. He had been trapped for too long. Any outside viewer would be able to see him with only the vaguest distortion. An impressive and once-proud figure, lost for millennia.
Finally, as the sun continued to warm the wall, a small section of it melted. The signal for help that had been trying to escape for the duration of his imprisonment finally broke free, broadcasting to the world. He was unaware of this, as he was unaware of everything else. The signal had always been and would always be. Just like the cold and the dark.
Though, he wasn’t quite so cold now….And he wasn’t so sure that the signal had always been or that the warning pertaining to his energy levels had always been either. Something had most certainly changed, this much his processor did register.