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[flashdrive]

[Whoa, Rewind, you look like you've seen better days. The feed cuts to the library, with a flash drive huddled up on one of the many seats littered about it. Ambus, his acolyte seems to hover over him, books held in its hand. There's soft coughing coming from the flash drive, attempting to sit up and look at the screen.]

เ ђคשє ร๏๓єtђเภﻮ เ ђคשє t๏ รคא...

[Cough cough. Wow, Rewind, you sound all modulated and awful. Ambus seems to notice, leaning over further as if to mother hen. Rewind, stick to typing.]

[So he will. Fingers reach out to the keys of the link, typing things up as best he can.]


If anyone has a problem with the A.I. members of our community, you're going to answer to me.

I've noticed their treatment over the Link.

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[flashdrive]

[It feels like forever since Chromedome's held him like this. Maybe he's a little too weak to realize it fully, but he curls in--instinctively to that touch. It was just sickness, sure. Normally he'd brush it off. He'd say he was fine despite everything. But coughs ravage him.

Not exactly very convincing.

The glow of his visor dims, a hand reaching up to rub the side of Chromedome's face.

Maybe for this one moment he could pretend all the stuff happening wasn't a thing. That the only thing important was right now with them. No Firstforged, no Cybertron, no Prowl. Just them.


It'd felt so long since he could feel that. Even if he was too sick to really relish in it.]

เ'๓ Ŧเภє...