Ep0.5 – “That Guy Was a Jerk” – Closed
Aug 1, 2012 21:54:25 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2012 21:54:25 GMT -5
Now he'd done it.
His helm was heavy with regret as his comment sank in with the Prime. He'd let his emotions run away with the controls on his vocabulator and this was the result. He'd stewed on his pain, his anger for ages and now, in the presence of one who was willing to listen he was unable to do anything but orally vent. His pain did not abate but swelled, as though aware of someone who would not begrudge him the burden of his oldest and most burdensome memories.
“There is nothing to forgive,”
Despite the reassurance from the Prime, Gaket still felt guilty, foolish of his own transactions. The old bot knew the feeling would pass in time but it was uncomfortable all the same.
As the Prime spoke again his EFM rolling across Gasket like a shroud, the old bot felt his guilt lift ever so subtly. The presence of a prime was strange... indescribable to even he who had lived for ages. He had expected to be talked into cheer by the Prime, told that he still had so much to do and to leave his worries and sorrows behind him, to put their mission to their new home over personal pain... but no.
“There was a time when I would have sought you out, Gasket, before the war. When the Hall of Records was assigned to seek witnesses of the eras for chronicle, before Zeta passed the laws to limit our rights to be neutral watchers and archivists.”
Gasket's optics widened and he looked up to the Prime. That is right... the Prime was a data class. As the Prime continued he spoke of his own pain, of his own inability to act upon his own prime directive by the actions of his forebears.
There was a time to be selfish and perhaps this was as good as any, but the Prime and he had something in common in their pain. If there was any better bot to share this Gasket did not know them.
“It is important that we don’t forget, Gasket, the things that brought us where we are. Your words will always be welcome to me. Never underestimate their value.”
"I had long since... forgotten that you were of humble sparking, Prime. Your pain made you the better bot... for you knew how we suffered."
Gasket paused, shaking his helm as he tried to find the proper words to best portray his meaning to the Prime.
"Words... seemed to have long since lost their power and value to our people. I am glad to know there is at least one left who is still willing to listen.
I remember history that you likely never knew Prime... and I would gladly share it." Gasket paused... shaking his helm and smiling back to the Prime, his spark sufficiently lighter. "But perhaps later. I could tell you stories of Zeta that would yellow your paint and transgressions of the upper classes that never were recorded. I can trust you... with this not because of who you were... but who you are."
He vented and leaned back, glad for the company even though he made a very sobering conversationalist.
His helm was heavy with regret as his comment sank in with the Prime. He'd let his emotions run away with the controls on his vocabulator and this was the result. He'd stewed on his pain, his anger for ages and now, in the presence of one who was willing to listen he was unable to do anything but orally vent. His pain did not abate but swelled, as though aware of someone who would not begrudge him the burden of his oldest and most burdensome memories.
“There is nothing to forgive,”
Despite the reassurance from the Prime, Gaket still felt guilty, foolish of his own transactions. The old bot knew the feeling would pass in time but it was uncomfortable all the same.
As the Prime spoke again his EFM rolling across Gasket like a shroud, the old bot felt his guilt lift ever so subtly. The presence of a prime was strange... indescribable to even he who had lived for ages. He had expected to be talked into cheer by the Prime, told that he still had so much to do and to leave his worries and sorrows behind him, to put their mission to their new home over personal pain... but no.
“There was a time when I would have sought you out, Gasket, before the war. When the Hall of Records was assigned to seek witnesses of the eras for chronicle, before Zeta passed the laws to limit our rights to be neutral watchers and archivists.”
Gasket's optics widened and he looked up to the Prime. That is right... the Prime was a data class. As the Prime continued he spoke of his own pain, of his own inability to act upon his own prime directive by the actions of his forebears.
There was a time to be selfish and perhaps this was as good as any, but the Prime and he had something in common in their pain. If there was any better bot to share this Gasket did not know them.
“It is important that we don’t forget, Gasket, the things that brought us where we are. Your words will always be welcome to me. Never underestimate their value.”
"I had long since... forgotten that you were of humble sparking, Prime. Your pain made you the better bot... for you knew how we suffered."
Gasket paused, shaking his helm as he tried to find the proper words to best portray his meaning to the Prime.
"Words... seemed to have long since lost their power and value to our people. I am glad to know there is at least one left who is still willing to listen.
I remember history that you likely never knew Prime... and I would gladly share it." Gasket paused... shaking his helm and smiling back to the Prime, his spark sufficiently lighter. "But perhaps later. I could tell you stories of Zeta that would yellow your paint and transgressions of the upper classes that never were recorded. I can trust you... with this not because of who you were... but who you are."
He vented and leaned back, glad for the company even though he made a very sobering conversationalist.