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✘ real steel | noisy boy

[Video -> Text] [Transmission Originating From: Vectorian Sector]

[The video is only on for a few moments - long enough to show a purple bot with wide shoulders, a samurai helmet, and glowing yellow optics - before shutting off. After that is a burst of text.]

Many of you exceed WRB height restrictions. You also violate a number of other WRB regulations, including illegal use of weapons and possession non-standard upgrades.

I am not where I should be.

[He would just like to let you all know YOU ARE SO ILLEGAL. SO. ILLEGAL now down to a few extra messages-]

If anyone happens to see Charlie Kenton I would like to be informed. He is a human with short, dark hair and brown eyes. He also has a son, Max. I do not wish them to be alone with unfamiliar bots if they come here.

Gunmax. Thank you for the ride, when we arrived. It was kind of you.

To the bot with the fins on his head: My name is Noisy Boy. 'Soundwave' is a terrible name.

And there was a red and white bot. I apologize if I fightened you somehow.

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I have only known one planet before. Humans built all of the robots on that planet. How could I come to a different first conclusion when presented with a junkpile with other robots on it?

[He may be smart, but the whole 'other life-forms' thing... wasn't exactly a thought process he indulged. Until now, anyway.

And First Contact isn't a concept he's familiar with either, as if it's not obvious.]

[She nods, and while it might be rude, she's still somewhat amused.]

I can see why you wouldn't make that assumption at first, but now?

[She pauses briefly.]

Ah, you assumed only our hosts were alien mechanoids native to Cybertron?

I was uncertain. Other bots here have designs similar to bots I have previously known, regardless of their substantial height differences. And I think I have been mistaken for Cybertronian several times before now.

[Much to his eternal confusion. He couldn't even say different at that point, either, unless someone guessed at it.]

It would seem that none of us knew what the others might be. Now we have a better chance to find that out.

They do? [Since Noisy Boy looked so... alien (hah) to her, she was surprised anyone of the cybertronians... or other Earth-made robots, too, would look like something Noisy would recognize.] Which, if you don't mind me asking?

[She tilts her helm at first and then nods. While they had looked... slightly different, as she'd actually met at least Solus Prime, she had been relatively sure they were cybertronian before having it confrmed.]

They looked familiar enough to me, but just familiarity isn't enough to base any conclusion about the situation on, no. I suppose the hardest thing now, will be to figure out who comes from where...

[It's a strange though, to actually have mechanoids around that aren't cybertronians.]

Yes. Wheeljack and the red and white one - Ratchet - have designs similar to Russian-made bots I have met. And the FirstForged to a small number of American and German bots.

[Noisy Boy simply has the distinction of being one of the more interesting-looking bots, really. But he's met too many bots not to recognize certain design patterns.]

The easiest way to learn would likely be asking them. [It would narrow things down at least.]

Interesting. So the design for your type of... robot, varies a lot depending on country of origin?

[It's mostly interesting since there's no difference in design in-universe as far as Elita is aware. But then, she's vaguely aware that humans' type of culture would lend itself to a greater disparity in design, perhaps?

Cybertronian culture varies over the planet (or did) as well, of course, but not in how frames look.]

It's just a matter of keeping track of who comes from where. [She laughs, quietly and briefly, but amused, still. So many variations, and probably so many more still that they don't know about and that aren't here.]

Correct. And upon who has designed us - I have a brother who was made in Russia but we share our creator.

[He's not even sure if Zeus knows of him. Noisy Boy's career had been on the downslide before the other bot had even been built. Still, it's easy to tell these things. For him, at least. Could be because of how much he traveled, of course.]

I know. Still, it can be important. [Who knows how mixed up things could get without knowing that? Dogs and cats living together, bot!]

That does explain quite a bit; anyone of us cybertronians, as long as we come from the same reality, share the same... ah, creator, I suppose you could say. [She pauses, frowning. That isn't completely correct when taking into account what they're talking about.

Primus is one thing, this... somewhat different, even if she could eaily see something like their design aesthetic coming from the creator/originator of their sparks as well.]

Or a single creative aesthetic, is perhaps the better way to phrase it.

[She nods.] If anything, it might help when people get injured.

You do not have creators as my kind do?

[Because that seems a bit odd to him. They're all robots, they don't just... spring fully-formed out of the mud or something.]

[Elita holds up her hands, palms up, spread; it's something of a shrug, something of a start to the explanation.]

I'm not sure how the very first were created, but it wouldn't surprise me if they were the only ones Primus created frame and spark both.

[And then she shrugs, for real this time, the back-mounted panels shifting behind her.]

Our sparks come from Primus, conducted through the Creation Matrix; our frames are built by others of us who're already present, and then the spark is introduced to the finished frame.

[Noisy Boy is practically mystified by all of that. Admittedly, Blurr mentioned Primus to him, and he understands the being built part quite well. But...]

What are sparks?

They make us what we are. A frame alone, even with some type of... ah, A.I, wouldn't make a cybertronian.

Not a complete one at any rate.

[She grimaces at that, touching the center of her chestplates.]

It looks like a ball of energy.

That is how you are different from Earth-made bots. Some kind of defining energy.

[That's why a scant few of them have acted so superior to him? Energy?]

I think... [she pauses, frowning, trying to find the correct word in English straight without relying on the translation feature of this new comm upgrade.] that a similar concept in... some? human cultures would be the spirit, or soul.

[She shrugs.]

Perhaps not exactly, but it's as close as it can be if I've understood the concept and words right.

[Not just just "energy" Noisy Boy.]

I am not familiar with souls. But I have heard them speak of bots having heart.

[Getting up when they should stay down. Though he's pretty sure that most of that is just a lot of talk from the announcers.]

Maybe some thread of independence, of core of character simply develops when you reach a particular level of sentience.

[Elita shrugs, quietly turning this idea over in her processor. It's still a strange thing to think about humans... or even other mechanoids as maybe having something similar to sparks, but at the same time, it does make some sort of sense.]

My designer would know that better than I. But I do not think they have realized we are sentient yet.

[They don't seem to, though he's had more than a few handlers talk directly to him before... and not just through his headset.]

[From what little - and it was indeed little - Elita knew of humans, maybe that was just as well..?]

And, in your opinion, is it better they don't know you're sentient yet?

I could not say. Some of them talk to us as if we are sentient already. Though many of them might be disturbed.

[It wasn't like they'd done it on purpose, after all.]

I'll hope those who wouldn't be adversely affected are more than the latter, then, when you go back and if your sentience is widely spread.

[Since if they weren't, she could see that end... badly.]

Other bots are sentient, or our styles might not be so different. But I think most humans expect us to simply be machines.

[Sort of like supped-up coffee pots.]

[She huffs, shaking her helm.]

That's to be expected, I suppose. And that the humans will act reasonably when they find out.

I can only hope that they do.

[Since he really rather likes humans.]

Me as well. It was... interesting talking to you.

[Elita smiles, easily, and dips her helm in a brief nod.]

Hopefully they'll find out some way for us all to go home soon, even if we... could help here too.

It has been interesting talking to you as well.

I hope so as well. Though I am unsure that all of us have skills suited to helping here.

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