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[Hello, everyone. Have a nervous looking redheaded human. Martha fiddles with the camera for a moment, looking between annoyed and concerned, so you get about fifteen seconds of her chest and worried frown. Sorry about that. Finally, satisfied, she turns to sit on the floor beside her bed; she fusses with her skirt for a moment, awkwardly trying to get her legs in order, before sitting pretty but obviously stiff. The bed is too high for her to scale at the moment.]

[Martha tries to smile, but it's forced and not very convincing. She's scared.]

O-Okay, so... I ruled out any cause for hallucination or dementia. What might have caused me to... [She opens her hands, closes them] Well, appear on this... alien planet. [Martha sounds a liiittle overwhelmed just saying those two words. So unbelievable.]

The, um... The acolytes, is that correct? The acolytes explained my current situation, um... How I got here. And why I have this um... [She shows the camera her glyph.] This marking. Apparently I'm... aligned? to one of the "Firstforged" here? Tri--Tri--Trionic? So, this is... normal? [she titters] Normal. Right.

The thing is, they didn't tell me why I'm here. Just that I essentially... fell through a wormhole in time and space. [Martha looks at the camera, imploring.] I just... I've tried just about everything I can with what I have on me to wake myself from a possible hallucination, and it's... It's not working. But this - this can't be seriously for real?

[She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, rolls bottom lip between her teeth. Looks up.] The acolytes seemed clueless when I asked them about... about a man named Gregory House. Perhaps... Perhaps one of, um, you have heard or seen him? Or a man named Taub... Chase? Cuddy? Lord knows how Foreman would act if he was--if he was here. [Martha laughs again and actually snorts. Embarrassed, she quickly clears her throat and looks serious again.]

So, um, am I the only human on Cyborgtron? Oh! [surprised!] By the way, my name is Martha. Martha Masters.

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My apologies. [nervous smile] Wasn't my intent to offend.

But that's - very interesting! Most science fiction media portrays robots as slaves that rise up against their masters. Loaded with morals, such as being humane and not playing God.

Oh? What sort of problems?

[She locks the feed now]

For confidentially purposes, you see.

[Snorting, Cliffjumper shakes his helm.]

Oh, heard of those theories, an' who the slag knows. But I ain't gonna go 'round sayin' the humans in the reality I'm from were made by Primus or anything. You lot got your own beliefs, an' I'm unsure it'd even work to connect 'em.

[And true or not, he's not sure he'd be... perfectly comfortable... with the idea that they are connected.]

Sure! Here I'll send 'em to you right now.

[He's totally got this thing figured out, it only takes him a few seconds to do it.]

As for who you should talk to... uh...

I only really know one other human, and she's really not the kind of person you should talk to about this. Sorry.

[So much for being helpful :< ]

Ohoho. So you're an expert on lying, huh? Tell me more.

Thank you very much, Cheetor.

Oh? Who is this girl?

Primus - your version of the Creator, of God. Would be pretty crazy if Primus turned out to be our God, too. Though I'm a little more scientific minded.

I'm no expert, I worked with an expert. But with someone like you - sort of hard to believe. You seem the type who likes to toot their own horn, if you know what I'm saying.

Her name's Kay. She has another name too but I forget what it is.

Anyway, she has a lot of friends around here, so she's a good person to get to know. Between you and me, she could use more sensible organic friends. She's kinda... special I guess.

You'll see if you ever talk to her.

...Well, to put it bluntly...

I'm dead.

Pretty much. [A shrug.] Though I dunno how many of the deities on Earth's been proven to exist, Primus definitely does.

[Then he grimaces.]

As well as Unicron, who's probably responsible for that slaggin' thing in the sky and whatever else.

I've just yet to run across a human that comes from a world with a similar technology level to mine.

Ah, hmm. [Awkward laugh.] Well, I have to admit we did have our own uprisings against a leader, but the circumstances were quite unique.

[This seems like the beginning of a beautiful friendship, tiny doctor girl.]

Yeah, he's something else. Also? In prison. So you're not gonna see him unless they let him out, and considering his record, I doubt that's ever gonna happen.

You'd probably want to talk to Ambulon or First Aid about that. I know the basics, but they're medics, so they'd know way more than I do. Still pretty great that you're a doctor though. I'm not sure how well we'd do treating humans if it came up.

None, to be honest. None of the traditional ones.

[sigh] I wonder if there's an explanation, or if the guy's just a royal prick.

Oh? What happened? If you don't mind me asking.

Thanks. I'll keep her name in mind!

[Careful; she might lecture you!]

Okay, thanks, I... [she pauses a moment to write down the names] Will look them up!

And [smiles] well, I honestly hope there won't be a problem where my services are needed. You know what I mean.

You're...

[she squints, looks away, looks back]

I want to say I'm surprised, but... not? I mean, given what happened and where I am, I... don't know if this is normal?

You-- So you're not human? Unless humans can live... um... dead.

I mean, there are some diseases and drugs that can make people appear dead, or essentially clinically dead, but... Yeah, no, you're definitely different.

It's a complicated story. Basically, I'm a ghost...somehow inhabiting a body.

[His shoulders slump.]

I shouldn't be able to, but here I am.

I'd go with "royal prick" to be honest. Somethin' about bein' Primus' opposite, whatever. The point is, I don't think there's much justification in wantin' to eat planets an' destroy all of reality.

[Cliffjumper may be smirking, lopsided as it is, but he is serious.]

[Raf gives a /look/, but...he gets it]

There's some other humans, but I've gotten used to taking care of myself, for the most part. Not that I do it alone - we work together, you know? Humans, and Cybertronians. The big robots.

It must be hard for you. Do you have family back on Earth?

And... While all of this is still very confusing to me, I understand. I'd like to try and spend my time out and about instead of curled up on this big slab crying about this all being some hallucination.

Wait.

He... eats planets

[Martha threads fingers through her hair and just... MAN.]

That just... [she shakes her head] Maybe it's the power of the Firstforged? I don't know how to help you; not until I've run a proper examination, that is.

Yep. Gobbles 'em right up. He's similar in physical size to Primus, an' well...

[Cliffjumper angles his helm to give a glance downwards.]

In at least my reality, an' from what I understood from Axiom, a few others as well plus probably in the future here too, Primus is Cybertron.

[He might be smirking, just a little bit.]

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