It’s for the good of Cybertron, they say. I don’t know which scares me more, the ones who know they’re lying and simply don’t care, or theones who believe they’re telling the truth.
I hope my patients have been able to find a newpsychiatrist.
They stripped my servo to be bare circuits today. Amazing, that something many of us take for granted can be so intricately complex.
“He’s not responding properly.”
“I’m not sure what you expected. He’s clearly damaged.”
“It’s his background. It’s making him more difficult to break. He knows what we’re doing.”
“It doesn’t matter if he knows what we’re doing. He can’t do anything about it.”
There was a bar I used to visit, sometimes. Maccadam’s Old Oil House. I wonder if it’s still there. Maybe when I get out, I can go backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
I can’t remember what energon tastes like. Was it sweet? I hope it was sweet.
My spark hurts.
Mech A: Go in through the eye sockets.
Short pause: length = 8 seconds.
Mech B: That method is traditionally reserved for already deceased subjects.
Mech A: Is this going to be a problem?
Short pause: length = 11 seconds; surgeon repeatedly looked at its hands and at the proctor.
Mech B: I…no. No problem.
[FLAG: Recording is garbled hereafter. Recommend obtaining a sound system disposable compatible with high-ranger decibel levels.]
[FLAG: Termination of sound system disposable 37C scheduled for 18th cycle, as per regulation.]
[FLAG: Proctor suggests termination of surgeon due to its unwillingness to complete basic tasks.]
I don’t know what you want I don’t know what I turn into why won’t you believe me I’m trying I can’t do it I can’t do it I don’t know I don’t want to why please tell me why I’m sorry I’ll do better I can I can why won’t you believe me please believe me
The mech makes an incision down the side of Rung’s torso plating.
“Silence in many of my patients has been a sign of a conflicted processor. Or is it that you really don’t know why? Are you content to just do as you’re told?”
Another incision along the opposing side. Energon runs down Rung’s sides in thick streams.
“You could really tell me anything, you know. I’m not exactly in a position to act on it.”
A third incision connecting the two, and the mech peels the plating back. Rung shrieks, and a second mech plugs into the medical port at the base of his neck and Rung’s vocalizer stutters into silence.
The first mech nods, and the second returns to his notes.