[ti]Ep 3[/ti]The Mind Electric (Open)
Apr 22, 2020 20:04:28 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2020 20:04:28 GMT -5
(Week 2, day 3 - Tanzania)
Placebo had made quite a few questionable, regrettable decisions in his life, but those decisions had seemed entirely reasonable if not necessary at the time they had been made. Bridging directly onto the surface of a completely unmapped planet that was 71% water was definitely up there somewhere in his top ten list of Choices That Were Really Bad, In Hindsight.
He could have wound up anywhere - stranded in a desert or a tundra, dropped into one of the countless massive bodies of water that littered the planet's surface, set atop a perilously high mountain or even straight into an active volcano. Even if by some stroke of luck he managed to guess the magic coordinates that would send him somewhere relatively safe, he could still undershoot the distance of the ground and wind up plummeting to his death the moment he stepped out of the bridge. Really, it was just a bad idea all around, bridging across the known universe to an unmapped planet in the middle of nowhere. It was a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad idea.
Fortunate, then, that Placebo hadn't the slightest consideration for his own well-being, so he was free to throw caution to the wind and boldly go wherever the hell it was he was going.
It was someplace hot, as it turned out, and humid. So hot and humid in fact that the moment Bo set foot out of the bridge a thick, dripping layer of condensation flashed over him the moment the air heated air hit his considerably cooler plating. Now uncomfortably damp, Bo took a moment to regret not bridging himself directly into the sun so this grievous misfortune could have been avoided, before tossing all theatrics aside and setting himself back on track so he could get started on doing what he came to the planet to do. He was a mech on a mission and he had no time to waste on making jokes no one was around to hear - okay, no, that was a lie, he always had time to laugh at his own jokes.
But still, mech on a mission, no time to loose - allons-y!
He took a moment to examine his surroundings, not just to appreciate the natural, alien beauty of organic flora, but also to discern whether or not he was somewhere he could be a giant sentient robot without catching any guff. It simply wouldn't do to be seen by any of the natives so soon after arrival - not that Bo idea what the dominant species of the planet looked like in the first place, so he couldn't very well tell if he had been spotted by any of them, but still. Nothing was running away or squawking or gibbering at him with its strange mouth meat, so he felt fairly confident he was in the clear.
Placebo had made quite a few questionable, regrettable decisions in his life, but those decisions had seemed entirely reasonable if not necessary at the time they had been made. Bridging directly onto the surface of a completely unmapped planet that was 71% water was definitely up there somewhere in his top ten list of Choices That Were Really Bad, In Hindsight.
He could have wound up anywhere - stranded in a desert or a tundra, dropped into one of the countless massive bodies of water that littered the planet's surface, set atop a perilously high mountain or even straight into an active volcano. Even if by some stroke of luck he managed to guess the magic coordinates that would send him somewhere relatively safe, he could still undershoot the distance of the ground and wind up plummeting to his death the moment he stepped out of the bridge. Really, it was just a bad idea all around, bridging across the known universe to an unmapped planet in the middle of nowhere. It was a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad idea.
Fortunate, then, that Placebo hadn't the slightest consideration for his own well-being, so he was free to throw caution to the wind and boldly go wherever the hell it was he was going.
It was someplace hot, as it turned out, and humid. So hot and humid in fact that the moment Bo set foot out of the bridge a thick, dripping layer of condensation flashed over him the moment the air heated air hit his considerably cooler plating. Now uncomfortably damp, Bo took a moment to regret not bridging himself directly into the sun so this grievous misfortune could have been avoided, before tossing all theatrics aside and setting himself back on track so he could get started on doing what he came to the planet to do. He was a mech on a mission and he had no time to waste on making jokes no one was around to hear - okay, no, that was a lie, he always had time to laugh at his own jokes.
But still, mech on a mission, no time to loose - allons-y!
He took a moment to examine his surroundings, not just to appreciate the natural, alien beauty of organic flora, but also to discern whether or not he was somewhere he could be a giant sentient robot without catching any guff. It simply wouldn't do to be seen by any of the natives so soon after arrival - not that Bo idea what the dominant species of the planet looked like in the first place, so he couldn't very well tell if he had been spotted by any of them, but still. Nothing was running away or squawking or gibbering at him with its strange mouth meat, so he felt fairly confident he was in the clear.
--For about five seconds, before a sudden bang broke the sound barrier and Placebo became acutely aware of just how not alone he really was. He turned to look for the source of the noise, offering his immediate surroundings a tight, confused smile as he looked this way and that before spotting something off in the distance. He tilted his head, squinted until he could make out the vague outline of some sort of.... primitive vehicle? There didn't appear to be any signs of civilization for miles around, so he couldn't imagine why anyone would be so far out in the middle of the wilderness unless they were lost, or sight seeing, or -
No, they were definitely sight seeing.
Bo could tell because he was the most interesting sight around to be seen, as evident by the vehicle slowing to a crawl half way down the road, changing course, and turning to make a b-line straight for him. Bo flashed the oncoming vehicle a tight, awkward smile, frozen for a moment like a deer in the headlights. This was very much not good, and Bo very much did not want to be in this situation, so he did the only thing he could given the situation - he transformed and hit the tightly packed dirt trail that passed for a road, hoping to outrun his would-be admirers before they could confirm that they had in fact just caught a glimpse of a giant alien robot in the middle of their safari tour.
As he beat his hasty retreat, he opened up an open channel on every Decepticon frequency he knew, hoping to get a response before things could go any more pear-shaped.
::Gooood morning everybody, this is Dr. Bo reporting in! Sorry to say but I've just picked a whole bouquet of Whoopsie Dasies and could really use an assist.::