Martha M. Masters (
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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.
[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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[Cliffjumper's trying to sound collected and soothing, though he might, or might not, be succeeding. He's not particularly amazing at being comforting.]
An', no, ya ain't the only human around, though as to why you're here... [he shrugs, letting out a static-driven huff.] No one knows, so your guess's as good as anyone else's. Don't think any of those other people you mentioned are here either.
[Now, whether Martha will be soothed or not by being talked to by another robot, if a lot more personable than any of the Acolytes, is a good question.]
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No, you aren't the only human here. Can't say I've heard of any by those names, unfortunately.
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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.
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Oh, and we killed most of you off.
And you are our slaves.
But at least there is no more human wars.
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Good to see you've got a marking at least. I've heard rumors about ones that haven't.
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I haven't heard of those names, though, I'm sorry to say...we're...kind of outnumbered here.
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[It just seems like a thing he's noticed. Also hi, this bot sounds pretty cheerful.]
You've got nothing to be scared of, you're on Cybertron! Just avoid getting stepped on and you'll be fine. I'm Cheetor by the way, hi!
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