re_alignment | [voice] Posting from the Solian sector

[ After being informed by Drift that biological warfare is still a Thing in at least one of the dimensions represented here, Ratchet's decided to play things safe in terms of infection control. This is why you're being treated to a voice-post, featuring the gruff voice of our favourite Autobot medic right now. ]

Right. Well. I don't care what kind of grudges you've got, but whether you're Autobot, Decepticon or something else, things like illness and contagious disease are an issue here, especially given our ... questionable resources. So, since there seems to be a sizable population of Cybertronians around, I'd request that any and all of you come find me if you're in need of medical attention. I can't promise to fix anything that ails you, but I can at least scan you and tell you what I'd need to fix things.

And I can promise that the longer you wait on finding me for medical attention, the more annoyed I will be that you waited. Keep that in mind if you're on the fence about things.

[ Yep. That was quite obviously a threat. Ratchet's a doctor, not a nursemaid. ]

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No... he-

[You can almost hear the vague gesture he makes.]

He just taught me. Every day he'd visit me and speak to me as though I were another person.

One day, I really was.

[There was more to it than that, but Deckerd doesn't really want to get into how he became aware of loneliness and sadness first.]

Really... that's absolutely fascinating. I've never heard of something like that occurring before.

[ He senses that there's something private behind this story, though, so he doesn't push much further. Medics develop a sense for sensitive topics. ]

I'd like to meet him someday, in better circumstances. He sounds like quite a unique boy.