On Top Of Spaghetti (closed)
Dec 5, 2018 3:19:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2018 3:19:19 GMT -5
Week 3 Day 2
Dawn
A billion miles to the east, a small and otherwise average star continued to radiate its relentless output of photons. An utterly mundane event except for the interaction of the photons on dihydrogenmonoxide particles in the atmosphere of one particularly remarkable planet. The skies were pink and orange and yellow and red, and yet still mostly blue. It was assuredly the greatest sight of many a sentient native, and now too one more alien mechanical lifeform.
Rail comfortably sat alone atop the stone mesa that hid the Autobot’s Omega outpost. He was closer to the edge than the centre, but not so close to pose a falling risk. His aft was perched on a small outcrop allowing his legs to stretch out in front and tail kibble to relax behind him. The sun to the east was half the breadth of an outstretched finger above the horizon transitioning from dawn to morn. Beside Rail was a borrowed tool box with WD40, a can of compressed air and a few tools Rail was using to dig tiny particles of sand from his joints and the crevices of his armor.
The latest addition to the Autobot ranks on Earth had simply come out here to relax, watch his first Earth dawn unfurl, perform some minor self-maintenance, and mostly try to absorb all the data he’d accumulated in the previous hours. After the ordeal on landing on the planet he now sat upon, he’d been unable to properly recharge and had spent the last few hours filling the holes in his knowledge. He’d gone through everything from geology and plate tectonics to human physiology and how as a species they accomplished so much with such short life spans. So much was just so alien. Rail had also updated his language neural architecture with English and Spanish. He had elected to forgo Earth's other languages for now simply because he just couldn't handle any more input.
Satisfied that the dawn was just as glorious as promised, Rail got back to work. A small panel on his left forearm popped open and he began the search for that one grain of sand that was just ever so rubbing on a wrist servo
Dawn
A billion miles to the east, a small and otherwise average star continued to radiate its relentless output of photons. An utterly mundane event except for the interaction of the photons on dihydrogenmonoxide particles in the atmosphere of one particularly remarkable planet. The skies were pink and orange and yellow and red, and yet still mostly blue. It was assuredly the greatest sight of many a sentient native, and now too one more alien mechanical lifeform.
Rail comfortably sat alone atop the stone mesa that hid the Autobot’s Omega outpost. He was closer to the edge than the centre, but not so close to pose a falling risk. His aft was perched on a small outcrop allowing his legs to stretch out in front and tail kibble to relax behind him. The sun to the east was half the breadth of an outstretched finger above the horizon transitioning from dawn to morn. Beside Rail was a borrowed tool box with WD40, a can of compressed air and a few tools Rail was using to dig tiny particles of sand from his joints and the crevices of his armor.
The latest addition to the Autobot ranks on Earth had simply come out here to relax, watch his first Earth dawn unfurl, perform some minor self-maintenance, and mostly try to absorb all the data he’d accumulated in the previous hours. After the ordeal on landing on the planet he now sat upon, he’d been unable to properly recharge and had spent the last few hours filling the holes in his knowledge. He’d gone through everything from geology and plate tectonics to human physiology and how as a species they accomplished so much with such short life spans. So much was just so alien. Rail had also updated his language neural architecture with English and Spanish. He had elected to forgo Earth's other languages for now simply because he just couldn't handle any more input.
Satisfied that the dawn was just as glorious as promised, Rail got back to work. A small panel on his left forearm popped open and he began the search for that one grain of sand that was just ever so rubbing on a wrist servo