To be... More than human [Persistent][Clo/pen]
Dec 18, 2018 2:58:09 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2018 2:58:09 GMT -5
Episode 2.5
Week 2
Day 7
Immediately after Belly of the Beast.
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My God
How beautiful…
Alone with the seconds and breaths. A base of tens living and only one soul. Odessa, one lone human gifted with terrible greatness. Standing alone at the edge of human technological apogee. He would look down and see the human ants below him, and the cybertronian giants above. He stood in median between them. Rocketing farther than humanity will in centuries. His mathematical notes - alone - worth more than the entirety of US treasury…
And we were only just beginning.
Odessa stood with his back to his human sized door. Eyes stapled to the large steel shutter to his right. Thumps of his heart trying to break free of his chest. Waiting for the exact moment that Optimus broke down his door and strangled him. He was grasping the entire vacuum tank to his chest. Ok, need to calm down. Optimus wasn’t even on base at the moment, and no one saw him take the energon right? ….. Right?
Odessa took some steps off into the warehouse. Circling around some boxes and parts, crossing in the bumper of his buggy, crossing a few more large and unmarked boxes to a collection of them. Popping open the box to show a collection of random metal pieces and parts. This was one of his breakdown packs. A collection of metal components to be used for repurposing. He’d take a fast minute to clear a large space the size of the wet-vac. Setting it inside and covering it with more of the random odds and ends.
Leaving it alone for a moment, he went to another box, retrieving a box of vials. Finally gonna be putting that minor is chemical engineering to work. A necessity of care was in order. It was an alien liquid, and along with what Ratchet said, ”We don’t know how it would react to your biology.” We were about to find out. Full safety gear. Plastic apron, googles, gloves, and mask for good measure. Reminded him of the days of the technical labs back in college. A large syringe dipped into the tank of miracle juice. Drawing out a full vial was a pain in the ass. It was thick. Almost like honey or a heavy duty oil. If this was sued as cybertronian blood they must’ve had a strange process for it. As far as he knew this was directly from Bumblebee’s veins himself, so therefore it must already be processed, or that they used some technique to thin it while in vein.
He held it to a light. Curious, it was translucent. Held the viscosity of oil, without the color, no doubt without the purpose of oil either. This was a strange loop to be thrown. Human gasoline was used in explosive combustion along with a piston crank to generate motion. At least there was an angle to approach now and that was how its properties were used… actually he’d need to know what properties it even had to begin with. SCIENCE! The tiniest of squirts placed on the gloves finger. Rolling around the liquid shifted to a soft teal, it’s translucent capacity shifting it ever so slightly. Just like oil, very thick.
No need for the bots to know about this. The wet-vac was secured in it’s hidey-hole before any more instruments were brought out. His desk was turned from a mechanic’s bench to a researchers one, with shinies galore. The liquid distributed among many vials, a centrifuge, severely overpowered microscope, still didn't have all the proper equipment, need to give Fowler another ring.
First tests were volatility. Its capability as a useful liquid would be negligible if it couldn’t reliably be moved anywhere without blowing up… that reminded him to get his hands on some nitro…
Some of the liquid going into the centrifuge, let it roll at max speed then turn settings to come to an immediate stop and back again. Hopefully we weren’t going to die and just for safe measure - take cover behind something. His little eyes peeking out as the centrifuge went apeshit. Anxiety creeping in more every second with RPMs reaching max. Heart wrenching in sync with the clack of a metal brake bring the centrifuge to halt He wasn't even watching anymore. Plopping down for an inevitable explosion. Ok, so then what excuse to make to Optimus over the explosion and why Odessa was now a dead body on the floor. There were other ways to test its volatility, but without proper equipment, some test were out of the question. He was going to need a plug flow and a cracker in the future.
Stability achieved. The liquid was incredibly stable. He popped up once more to eye the liquid at a resting state. The machine cranked back up once more, but Odessa held the confidence that it was a stable liquid. That was enough of that, now to move on to combustibility. A droplet placed on the desk. A punk to light it. He was a fair distance away an-
“Jesus!” Odessa jolted away from his desk with a rather loud resounding PACK of an micro-explosion. It blew as soon as the lit punk touched. Quite combustible. How did the cybertronians keep such a liquid in their bodies without it exploding from their style of combat? Must be a more stable liquid while under pressure. It was one test, yet so many more to go.
Week 2
Day 7
Immediately after Belly of the Beast.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My God
How beautiful…
Alone with the seconds and breaths. A base of tens living and only one soul. Odessa, one lone human gifted with terrible greatness. Standing alone at the edge of human technological apogee. He would look down and see the human ants below him, and the cybertronian giants above. He stood in median between them. Rocketing farther than humanity will in centuries. His mathematical notes - alone - worth more than the entirety of US treasury…
And we were only just beginning.
Odessa stood with his back to his human sized door. Eyes stapled to the large steel shutter to his right. Thumps of his heart trying to break free of his chest. Waiting for the exact moment that Optimus broke down his door and strangled him. He was grasping the entire vacuum tank to his chest. Ok, need to calm down. Optimus wasn’t even on base at the moment, and no one saw him take the energon right? ….. Right?
Odessa took some steps off into the warehouse. Circling around some boxes and parts, crossing in the bumper of his buggy, crossing a few more large and unmarked boxes to a collection of them. Popping open the box to show a collection of random metal pieces and parts. This was one of his breakdown packs. A collection of metal components to be used for repurposing. He’d take a fast minute to clear a large space the size of the wet-vac. Setting it inside and covering it with more of the random odds and ends.
Leaving it alone for a moment, he went to another box, retrieving a box of vials. Finally gonna be putting that minor is chemical engineering to work. A necessity of care was in order. It was an alien liquid, and along with what Ratchet said, ”We don’t know how it would react to your biology.” We were about to find out. Full safety gear. Plastic apron, googles, gloves, and mask for good measure. Reminded him of the days of the technical labs back in college. A large syringe dipped into the tank of miracle juice. Drawing out a full vial was a pain in the ass. It was thick. Almost like honey or a heavy duty oil. If this was sued as cybertronian blood they must’ve had a strange process for it. As far as he knew this was directly from Bumblebee’s veins himself, so therefore it must already be processed, or that they used some technique to thin it while in vein.
He held it to a light. Curious, it was translucent. Held the viscosity of oil, without the color, no doubt without the purpose of oil either. This was a strange loop to be thrown. Human gasoline was used in explosive combustion along with a piston crank to generate motion. At least there was an angle to approach now and that was how its properties were used… actually he’d need to know what properties it even had to begin with. SCIENCE! The tiniest of squirts placed on the gloves finger. Rolling around the liquid shifted to a soft teal, it’s translucent capacity shifting it ever so slightly. Just like oil, very thick.
No need for the bots to know about this. The wet-vac was secured in it’s hidey-hole before any more instruments were brought out. His desk was turned from a mechanic’s bench to a researchers one, with shinies galore. The liquid distributed among many vials, a centrifuge, severely overpowered microscope, still didn't have all the proper equipment, need to give Fowler another ring.
First tests were volatility. Its capability as a useful liquid would be negligible if it couldn’t reliably be moved anywhere without blowing up… that reminded him to get his hands on some nitro…
Some of the liquid going into the centrifuge, let it roll at max speed then turn settings to come to an immediate stop and back again. Hopefully we weren’t going to die and just for safe measure - take cover behind something. His little eyes peeking out as the centrifuge went apeshit. Anxiety creeping in more every second with RPMs reaching max. Heart wrenching in sync with the clack of a metal brake bring the centrifuge to halt He wasn't even watching anymore. Plopping down for an inevitable explosion. Ok, so then what excuse to make to Optimus over the explosion and why Odessa was now a dead body on the floor. There were other ways to test its volatility, but without proper equipment, some test were out of the question. He was going to need a plug flow and a cracker in the future.
Stability achieved. The liquid was incredibly stable. He popped up once more to eye the liquid at a resting state. The machine cranked back up once more, but Odessa held the confidence that it was a stable liquid. That was enough of that, now to move on to combustibility. A droplet placed on the desk. A punk to light it. He was a fair distance away an-
“Jesus!” Odessa jolted away from his desk with a rather loud resounding PACK of an micro-explosion. It blew as soon as the lit punk touched. Quite combustible. How did the cybertronians keep such a liquid in their bodies without it exploding from their style of combat? Must be a more stable liquid while under pressure. It was one test, yet so many more to go.