[AUDIO TRANSMISSION: ALPHA TRION'S TEMPLE]

[dinnerdate]

... There's a good amount of humans here, right? So, uhh...

[Being social. It's clear that Dead End hasn't been social in a long time. But when you spend most of your time brooding in the dark, you don't really have much time to talk to people... About things that aren't power cores and death.]

Someone want to tell me about your species? ... Maybe?

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[raceme]

Maybe it doesn't matter much but it's a good feeling. Who doesn't like those?

[You are a really strange mech Wheeljack recolor wanabee Dead Ed.]

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[dinnerdate]

...Good feelings aren't something I get.

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[raceme]

Why that? [He's genuinely curious.]

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[dinnerdate]

Life.

[It's an answer.]

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[raceme]

Ah. [Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight.] What sort of feelings you get then?

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[dinnerdate]

[This is not a road you wish to go on, Blurr. Run while you still can.]

Depression I guess.

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[raceme]

[Blurr is an expert when it comes to roads that shouldn't be followed and things that shouldn't be asked.]

That can't be healthy.

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[dinnerdate]

...It doesn't matter.

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[raceme]

I'm sure that there must be a way to make you less depressed.

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[dinnerdate]

No.

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[raceme]

Do you like being depressed then?

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[dinnerdate]

No.

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[raceme]

It's something.

Dare I ask what happened to you?

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[dinnerdate]

It might be easier to ask what hasn't happened to me at this point.

You're friends with Wheeljack right? Try asking him, I don't really want to talk about it.

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[raceme]

Alright, I won't pry. [But he feels like he should help you somehow. Eh...] What sort of things you enjoy doing?

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[dinnerdate]

These days? Nothing.

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[raceme]

Not these days...what about in the past?

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[dinnerdate]

Things were a lot different back then.

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[raceme]

I can imagine. That's why we call it 'the past.'

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[dinnerdate]

And that's why it won't help me now.