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[drpaperairplanesmd]

[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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[chatterbot]

Hah, wow! You're pretty nervous. Well, you sound nervous anyway. It's sybertron, there are other humans, your glyph is the same as mine, so yeah, Trionic. Trion. Whatever.

But no one really knows why we're all here. Most we've got is that someone, may or may not be a Unicron, messed up or maybe didn't mess up and created the Lambda. Well, that's the story we're getting anyway.

[drpaperairplanesmd]

Sorry. I should do better to compose myself. [a small titter] It's just not everyday I find myself on an alien planet surrounded by mechanoids, or something...

And... The acolytes told me of the Lambda - which is how I got here - but... Unicorn? Er, I mean, Unicron? Is that it? I don't recall hearing anything about them.

So, are you one of these robots? Do you... Do you go by names? Or numbers?

[chatterbot]

Proper term is cybertronians. Unfortunately lacking a shorthand way to say it, but ya can't win 'em all. But no, let's go with yours. Unicorn sound way better. Less ominous. Like I said though, working theory. Info from a friend. Sort of. More like a mech I talked to once.

[He laughs.] We've all got names. Mine's Swerve.

[drpaperairplanesmd]

Cybertronians? All right. I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Swerve.

Either way, sounds like this "Unicorn" is bad news to your people.

Is there anything I should know in regards to Cybertronians? Like, besides ways to not offend them...

[chatterbot]

No problem. Talking and informing is like my thing.

He's bad news to everyone here. Never even heard of him back where I came from.

Well, it kinda depends on the one's you talk to. Some're friendly, some aren't. Pretty much all of us've been in a war that spanned several million years. Most of us have alt modes, like we can turn into cars or jets or boats. Y'know. Normal stuff.

[drpaperairplanesmd]

I heard something about that. You have the ability to, well, transform and remodel yourself. How is that possible, if you don't mind me asking? Call it medical curiosity.

Well, if you don't mind, who are those I should avoid, and those I can trust? I assume you're a trustworthy Cybertronian. I may not be the best at reading people, but I can easily sense when someone's lying or withholding information well enough.

[chatterbot]

We're just built or forged with it is all. We've got an organ that controls the whole process, called a T-cog.
[Beat.]
The 'T' stands for 'transformation'.

Really? Huh. Okay. [No one's ever actually called him trustworthy. In fact, he's kept a decent amount of secrets and pulled a lot of pranks, so he's actually a bit baffled.]

I guess it depends on which ones you've been talking to. If they're Autobots, then chances are they're pretty trustworthy, though we do have a few odd ones. [Whirl] It's kind of the same with Decepticons. War's over and the FirstForged ain't keen on people murdering each other all over, so mostly we've been keeping a truce.

There have been a few incidents though. Stay away from a mech named Overlord. Far, far away.

[drpaperairplanesmd]

[It's both a strength and flaw, believing there is good honesty in all people! Besides, they're pranks and she worked with a major immature asshole, so hey.]

Autobots and Decepticons, right. Okay, thanks. And... Overlord? He sounds... pleasant.

And a transformation cog? Well, if the name fits... Though I am a little curious on how your systems work, as well as your anatomy.

[smile] My job as a doctor doesn't have to end just because my life on Earth apparently has.

[chatterbot]

[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.

[drpaperairplanesmd]

[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.

[chatterbot]

[Jokes on her. Swerve loves talking and listening. But mostly talking.]

Well, yeah, obviously. But it's nice to know we've got a human doctor just in case.