08 // [Video/Text]

[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]

[Well...it's not like it's not public information...Rewind can spare a little to this.

Hopefully this doesn't backfire.]

A.I.s made by humans are kind of treated like second class citizens here. Despite being just as functional as us.

[megaton]

...fully sentient AIs?

[It's good to clarify.]

Who has been treating them badly?

[Please say Starscream.]

[flashdrive]

Bingo.

They've been among us for awhile now. Funny how no one noticed, right?


...

Cybertronians. I expect better of them.

[He's not going to sell out Chromedome to Megatron if his life depended on it. No thank you.]

[megaton]

If you mean the police robots...I remember them. I can't say they made any more of an impression on me than the standard organics do, however. A young species is a young species--and they're much less likely to condemn me, either way.

[He liked non-Cybertronians for that reason alone.]

Really?

Given that our species started a four-million year war about our social structure, I can't say it surprises me.

What are you going to do about it?

[He's legitimately curious what someone else would do in this situation.]

[flashdrive]

[Rewind goes to speak again, although all that comes out is standard garble. There's slight 'cursing' (if you can even call it that), before returning his fingers back to the keyboard.]

That just proves my point more, that there isn't a difference between them. You can't even tell when they're non-Cybertronian unless they tell you.

[But the question makes him pause, before typing again.]

Something. That's all I know.

[megaton]

All the better a reason to respect them...

Although I am sure both you and I understand the need to not be judged by our appearances.

[Either because he was a miner, or because he is Megatron. He's getting tired of it.]

Count me in.

[He smirks.] If you want help coming up with a plan, that is.

[flashdrive]

I never thought I'd agree with Megatron of all people, but here I am. I understand completely.

[Although--]

Reputation is another matter entirely.

[A pause, before one more text goes through.]

I'm not so sure how I feel on that one. You're kind of the big bad back home, you know?

[megaton]

At least you are mech enough to admit that.

[Annnd....here's the part he was waiting for. It's not a condemnation, however, which he does appreciate.]

Consider it a brainstorming session. I'll throw out ideas...and you can pick which one to try.

[flashdrive]

[Well...it's not exactly giving Megatron the keys to the Haven. And how many times is he going to be able to chat up the guy like this?]

Okay, I'm game.


Go for it.