Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 20:42:52 GMT -5
{Week 4, Day 3}
Xero had never been exceptionally curious. She was a soldier, one who took and followed orders. She didn’t consider her orders before following them, nor did she question her place in some greater scheme. Her wondering went as far as the best way to launch an ambush or survive another day. At one time, she had been liable to do so, but, that time had long since passed. It had died after the war broke out and her hero, Megatron, had become what he was. Curiosity and higher thoughts were the arena of bots with more time for frivolity than she had. She was also not one to give into indulgence. She acted out of necessity and worked to further whatever goal had been set before her. Indulgences had been extremely limited, even in her younger years. She couldn’t allow herself to be distracted from her duty.
Until she had indulged in curiosity.
It was for the sake of recon, she said, to build her own understanding of this foreign world in order to better blend in as a vehicle. It had nothing to do with her desire to see more of the strange race that inhabited the planet. Not at all. It did have something to do with the processor-numbing quiet she had been subjected to at the base. She had been on Earth ten days, with no threat from the ‘Cons. It was utterly unnerving. And uncomfortable. She was a fighter. That was her purpose, what she had been created for. She had been almost constantly fighting for the last few millennia. Then, suddenly, she wasn’t. It was like she had been running and someone had pulled the floor out from beneath her. She didn’t know what to do without the war.
The setting sun glinted off her black paint as she rounded yet another corner in the sprawling city of Paris. She had chosen it for its apparent iconic status. Thus far, she was unimpressed. It was much like Cybertronian cities and yet different as well. Dirty, loud, and crowded, she had become claustrophobic within the first few miles within the city limits. She continued on, though, studying the human inhabitants, watching how they acted with each other and with their environment. They were fascinating, but, Xero could only stay around them for so long. Fragile as they were, she was vaguely worried that she might break one.
Finally finished with her observations, Xero left the city, following a line of traffic out into the French countryside. She was just as curious about it as she was the city, which is to say, somewhat. As the sun dropped in the sky, the pink and black coupe zipped along the country road, silent except for the low hum of the engine.