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ante_luce*blink* I'm guessing the cyborg prompt from ages back decided now was a good time to pile on the mutations and jump me. Disjointed and really incomplete, not to mention bastardises the prompt to the Pit and back. Written to get it out of headspace. Dunno if I'll follow up on this at all.
Title: ((nada))
'Verse: AU Transformers, possible movie'verse combined with G1.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
“Hey. Hey, wake up. Fraggit, wake up ‘fore I shoot you!”
“Wha?” Bleary, unfocused eyes met the questioner’s.
“What were you doing last night? We finally get a break and you went out and got cratered?”
“Sorry.” A jaw cracking yawn, and the sleepy man continued as he put on an optical band, adjusting it until it flared briefly, indicating that the connection was made. “Got a last minute request for info, spent the night hacking the networks, getting the swag, then cracking the files. I’m beat.”
“Eesh. Hard luck. Why didn’t you get the bratling to help?”
“Yeah well, I’m the only one with the mods and the experience for it. Kid’s good, but the boss folk think he’s still a little young, all they let him do was watch. So, what was so important you had to drag me out of my happy lala land? We’re still on down time.”
“Just this. They’re sending over a few new faces.” A set of files zipped its way over, and after they were opened and scanned, the hacker shot a grin at his companion.
“New faces? They all got the same face. Y’sure you didn’t just get three copies of the same file? I wouldn’t be surprised, y’know, the way you are around the ‘new-fangled technology’ like email, fax machines, telegrams and the like.”
The larger man rolled his eyes at the smirking one. “Hah, very funny. They’re the new line from CyberCorp. Trial batch, so they’re cast from the same base mould. Hence the looking alike part. Lucky us, we get to beta test them.”
“Tell me ‘bout them. I’m too slag brained to process.”
“Fine, lazy. They’re tactical AI units. Blond specialises in diversion, then defence. Brunet’s an all rounder, overall in charge of the team. Redhead’s a special case. The first two wouldn’t go anywhere without at least one of them with him.”
“Huh. Odd. Complete androids?”
“Yeah. I think you should keep an eye on them. They’re pretty different from anything else CyberCorp’s made, and what we don’t know…”
“Could be trouble. I know.”
= = =
“Hey, new guys! Great to meet you. I’m coded Jazz, some call me Jazzy, some call me Jim, even though that ain’t my name at all, and alla’ them call me sexy.”
His little introduction got him three raised eyebrows (in sync and everything), a smirk from the blond, a giggle from the redhead and nothing else from the brown haired one of the trio.
“Well then. They’ve named me Smokescreen. This here is Bluestreak.” The tow headed one clapped the still snickering android on the shoulder. “And Mr. Personality back there is Prowl. Pleased to meet you, yadda yadda yadda, etcetera and so forth.”
Jazz grinned. “Right then. You’re all settled in? I’m on fix-the-new-guys-up-with-miscellaneous duty today. So whatever you need, from beds to fridges, I’m the go-to man.”
Smokescreen laughed. “We’re bots. We don’t need those. Heck, we don’t even eat. All we need is a power point to plug into.”
“Never underestimate the power of a comfy mattress. Y’all got a full set of sensors and everything, if I read the data sheets correct. You can feel things better than the average unmodded human, and quite a few modded ones too. Recharging on a bed would be more comfortable than standing upright against a wall, even if you can do that.”
“If you could arrange that for us, we would be most grateful.” At Prowl’s quiet interjection, the hacker swivelled to face the last android, still smiling.
“Sure thing. Be back in a moment, then you get the full tour, courtesy of yours truly.”
= = =
While Jazz was thusly occupied, in another part of the building, a man gestured to the screen behind him, images and information flashing across it as he spoke. The presentation paused on an image of three identical looking men, with the sole difference between the three being their hair colour.
“… individualised personality programming, to make them more relatable to the end user. Each of these three has a different personality matrix, and they are programmed to adapt that according to their experiences, ‘learning and growing’, in a way.”
The man flicked to the next screen, one consisting of graphs and charts. “Market research shows that tactical A.I. are the least well received by the rank and file, no matter how much better they are at strategy than human tacticians, because of the ‘glorified calculator’ issue. These units are an attempt to improve the acceptance of the technology. They have a 100 percent success rate in the simulators, though they haven’t actually been tested in field conditions. That’s where our team comes in.”
There was a sigh, and a tall man slouched in his seat muttered lowly as a teenager snickered noiselessly at him. “Joy.”
The teen inclined his head at his laptop, and a young, masculine voice issued from its speakers as a matching holographic of a face projected from it. “Question, why’d we get three of them? I mean, if CyberCorp just wanted to test them, they could have sent us just the one. Keeping track of three bots is going to be a pain in the butt.”
A feminine voice, also youngish sounding (with its own corresponding image) voiced another question. “Yeah. And having different personalities for bots that were built for similar tasks seems a little overkill.”
The man at the front of the room didn’t seem fazed by being questioned by a laptop, and replied easily. “Well, as CyberCorp programmed each one, they changed the units’ personality programming based on what their observations of the previous unit taught them, resulting in some rather drastic variations. As for why they’ve dispatched all three to us…”
The man trailed off, and the teen rolled his eyes as a quick sound clip played. //So come on get on with it...we're just wasting time//
“Yes, thank you, Bee. As I was saying, there is… a complication. The initial run produced four units, not three.”
“So… where’s the fourth?” Another man, younger than the one slouched over, queried with a frown. There was a sigh.
“Like I said, a complication. CyberCorp’s AI technology is highly developed; there was talk that their AI could almost not be distinguished from sapient individuals. Most of the field dismissed it as hype built up due to Cyber’s penchant for secrecy.”
“It isn’t?”
“I don’t know, Optimus. The fourth unit… broke free and escaped.”
Surprised noises came from his audience. More images flashed onto the screen, this time displaying photos of a single man, looking much like the three from before, only with jet black hair.
“This one was intended primarily for subterfuge tactics. He attacked his batchmates, nearly deactivating one completely, before vanishing. His tracer was found, already destroyed. CyberCorp’s been trying to track him down ever since. And that brings me to the other reason our three are with us.”
“Who do CyberCorp think they are?! We’re not babysitters!” The tall man snarled, and the speaker snapped sharply at him.
“They’ll be pulling their own weight, Ironhide, don’t you worry about that. Heaven knows, the only strategy you seem to employ is ‘if gunfire don’t work, use more gun’. And the rest of our little idiot squad have a worrying penchant for doing the same!”
“Hasn’t failed me yet.”
“You’re not the one who has to deal with the repairs, organic and inorganic.”
“Ahem. The rest of the info, if you please, Ratchet.”
“Yes sir. The three units have arrived, Jazz is settling them in right now. We will meet them formally in the next day or so…”
= = =
“So… what’s Bee’s story? He doesn’t talk but through his laptop, or some other gadget thing, is he injured?”
Jazz glanced over at the redhead. The meeting of androids and humans had gone well, neither side looked to be uncomfortable with the other (then again, their team were so heavily modded, Jazz sometimes joked they were practically androids themselves).
“Oh, Bee’s fine, he can talk, but for some reason, he just don’t. A quick heads up though. Sam and Mikeala, the AI programs? Bee communicates though them like they’re the ones doing all the talking. Anything Bee says as ‘Bee’ is usually through playing song lyrics or sound clips. He treats the programs as real people, trying to tell him otherwise is just… messy. I don’t recommend it. Ratch’ says it’s some kind of mental thing, trauma, split personalities and the like.”
The hacker sighed. “We found Bee in a lab, no outside records, just modded to within an inch of his life, wearing wrist and ankle tags with the letter ‘B’ written on them, hence his name. The data we pulled says the mods were to make their recipients into ultimate hackers, and there’s an ‘A’ and a ‘C’ as well, but we haven’t been able to find them. Bee’s still looking for them.”
“Wow. That sucks.”
“Tell me about it. But he’s doing alright. Not normal, but none of us in our little group of weirdoes is. Fit right in, straight away.”
Title: ((nada))
'Verse: AU Transformers, possible movie'verse combined with G1.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
“Hey. Hey, wake up. Fraggit, wake up ‘fore I shoot you!”
“Wha?” Bleary, unfocused eyes met the questioner’s.
“What were you doing last night? We finally get a break and you went out and got cratered?”
“Sorry.” A jaw cracking yawn, and the sleepy man continued as he put on an optical band, adjusting it until it flared briefly, indicating that the connection was made. “Got a last minute request for info, spent the night hacking the networks, getting the swag, then cracking the files. I’m beat.”
“Eesh. Hard luck. Why didn’t you get the bratling to help?”
“Yeah well, I’m the only one with the mods and the experience for it. Kid’s good, but the boss folk think he’s still a little young, all they let him do was watch. So, what was so important you had to drag me out of my happy lala land? We’re still on down time.”
“Just this. They’re sending over a few new faces.” A set of files zipped its way over, and after they were opened and scanned, the hacker shot a grin at his companion.
“New faces? They all got the same face. Y’sure you didn’t just get three copies of the same file? I wouldn’t be surprised, y’know, the way you are around the ‘new-fangled technology’ like email, fax machines, telegrams and the like.”
The larger man rolled his eyes at the smirking one. “Hah, very funny. They’re the new line from CyberCorp. Trial batch, so they’re cast from the same base mould. Hence the looking alike part. Lucky us, we get to beta test them.”
“Tell me ‘bout them. I’m too slag brained to process.”
“Fine, lazy. They’re tactical AI units. Blond specialises in diversion, then defence. Brunet’s an all rounder, overall in charge of the team. Redhead’s a special case. The first two wouldn’t go anywhere without at least one of them with him.”
“Huh. Odd. Complete androids?”
“Yeah. I think you should keep an eye on them. They’re pretty different from anything else CyberCorp’s made, and what we don’t know…”
“Could be trouble. I know.”
= = =
“Hey, new guys! Great to meet you. I’m coded Jazz, some call me Jazzy, some call me Jim, even though that ain’t my name at all, and alla’ them call me sexy.”
His little introduction got him three raised eyebrows (in sync and everything), a smirk from the blond, a giggle from the redhead and nothing else from the brown haired one of the trio.
“Well then. They’ve named me Smokescreen. This here is Bluestreak.” The tow headed one clapped the still snickering android on the shoulder. “And Mr. Personality back there is Prowl. Pleased to meet you, yadda yadda yadda, etcetera and so forth.”
Jazz grinned. “Right then. You’re all settled in? I’m on fix-the-new-guys-up-with-miscellaneous duty today. So whatever you need, from beds to fridges, I’m the go-to man.”
Smokescreen laughed. “We’re bots. We don’t need those. Heck, we don’t even eat. All we need is a power point to plug into.”
“Never underestimate the power of a comfy mattress. Y’all got a full set of sensors and everything, if I read the data sheets correct. You can feel things better than the average unmodded human, and quite a few modded ones too. Recharging on a bed would be more comfortable than standing upright against a wall, even if you can do that.”
“If you could arrange that for us, we would be most grateful.” At Prowl’s quiet interjection, the hacker swivelled to face the last android, still smiling.
“Sure thing. Be back in a moment, then you get the full tour, courtesy of yours truly.”
= = =
While Jazz was thusly occupied, in another part of the building, a man gestured to the screen behind him, images and information flashing across it as he spoke. The presentation paused on an image of three identical looking men, with the sole difference between the three being their hair colour.
“… individualised personality programming, to make them more relatable to the end user. Each of these three has a different personality matrix, and they are programmed to adapt that according to their experiences, ‘learning and growing’, in a way.”
The man flicked to the next screen, one consisting of graphs and charts. “Market research shows that tactical A.I. are the least well received by the rank and file, no matter how much better they are at strategy than human tacticians, because of the ‘glorified calculator’ issue. These units are an attempt to improve the acceptance of the technology. They have a 100 percent success rate in the simulators, though they haven’t actually been tested in field conditions. That’s where our team comes in.”
There was a sigh, and a tall man slouched in his seat muttered lowly as a teenager snickered noiselessly at him. “Joy.”
The teen inclined his head at his laptop, and a young, masculine voice issued from its speakers as a matching holographic of a face projected from it. “Question, why’d we get three of them? I mean, if CyberCorp just wanted to test them, they could have sent us just the one. Keeping track of three bots is going to be a pain in the butt.”
A feminine voice, also youngish sounding (with its own corresponding image) voiced another question. “Yeah. And having different personalities for bots that were built for similar tasks seems a little overkill.”
The man at the front of the room didn’t seem fazed by being questioned by a laptop, and replied easily. “Well, as CyberCorp programmed each one, they changed the units’ personality programming based on what their observations of the previous unit taught them, resulting in some rather drastic variations. As for why they’ve dispatched all three to us…”
The man trailed off, and the teen rolled his eyes as a quick sound clip played. //So come on get on with it...we're just wasting time//
“Yes, thank you, Bee. As I was saying, there is… a complication. The initial run produced four units, not three.”
“So… where’s the fourth?” Another man, younger than the one slouched over, queried with a frown. There was a sigh.
“Like I said, a complication. CyberCorp’s AI technology is highly developed; there was talk that their AI could almost not be distinguished from sapient individuals. Most of the field dismissed it as hype built up due to Cyber’s penchant for secrecy.”
“It isn’t?”
“I don’t know, Optimus. The fourth unit… broke free and escaped.”
Surprised noises came from his audience. More images flashed onto the screen, this time displaying photos of a single man, looking much like the three from before, only with jet black hair.
“This one was intended primarily for subterfuge tactics. He attacked his batchmates, nearly deactivating one completely, before vanishing. His tracer was found, already destroyed. CyberCorp’s been trying to track him down ever since. And that brings me to the other reason our three are with us.”
“Who do CyberCorp think they are?! We’re not babysitters!” The tall man snarled, and the speaker snapped sharply at him.
“They’ll be pulling their own weight, Ironhide, don’t you worry about that. Heaven knows, the only strategy you seem to employ is ‘if gunfire don’t work, use more gun’. And the rest of our little idiot squad have a worrying penchant for doing the same!”
“Hasn’t failed me yet.”
“You’re not the one who has to deal with the repairs, organic and inorganic.”
“Ahem. The rest of the info, if you please, Ratchet.”
“Yes sir. The three units have arrived, Jazz is settling them in right now. We will meet them formally in the next day or so…”
= = =
“So… what’s Bee’s story? He doesn’t talk but through his laptop, or some other gadget thing, is he injured?”
Jazz glanced over at the redhead. The meeting of androids and humans had gone well, neither side looked to be uncomfortable with the other (then again, their team were so heavily modded, Jazz sometimes joked they were practically androids themselves).
“Oh, Bee’s fine, he can talk, but for some reason, he just don’t. A quick heads up though. Sam and Mikeala, the AI programs? Bee communicates though them like they’re the ones doing all the talking. Anything Bee says as ‘Bee’ is usually through playing song lyrics or sound clips. He treats the programs as real people, trying to tell him otherwise is just… messy. I don’t recommend it. Ratch’ says it’s some kind of mental thing, trauma, split personalities and the like.”
The hacker sighed. “We found Bee in a lab, no outside records, just modded to within an inch of his life, wearing wrist and ankle tags with the letter ‘B’ written on them, hence his name. The data we pulled says the mods were to make their recipients into ultimate hackers, and there’s an ‘A’ and a ‘C’ as well, but we haven’t been able to find them. Bee’s still looking for them.”
“Wow. That sucks.”
“Tell me about it. But he’s doing alright. Not normal, but none of us in our little group of weirdoes is. Fit right in, straight away.”
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Date: 2009-03-13 02:31 pm (UTC)Anyway, have to run out the door for work. Will give a better reply when I get back.
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Date: 2009-03-13 02:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-03-13 03:27 pm (UTC)Intersting take - and I'll echo the Barricade = 4th 'droid. And the Sam/Mikaela = genius.
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Date: 2009-03-14 05:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-13 04:20 pm (UTC)normall the concept of humanized transformers is a huge turnoff for me, but since its you i read it.
and wow. want more?
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Date: 2009-03-14 05:40 am (UTC)Thanks! ^_^ I'll poke the bunny, I have no idea where to go from here, but I'll try ^_^;;
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Date: 2009-03-14 05:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-03-14 06:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-13 05:19 pm (UTC)Considering who we're talking about, I don't think you'll have much of a choice. Those bunnies of yours seem to be verrryyy persistant. :)
Whirlwind
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Date: 2009-03-14 05:52 am (UTC)I know, but hope springs eternal -_-;;
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Date: 2009-03-13 06:04 pm (UTC)And for some reason my brain is going 'A and C have to be Sam and Mikaela because he treats the AI programs like real people and is still looking for A and C'.
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Date: 2009-03-13 09:45 pm (UTC)Please tell me this isn't a oneshot
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Date: 2009-03-14 05:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-03-14 02:29 am (UTC)So, is Mr. black-air name Barricade? And why would he attack his batchmates?
I love Sci-fi and this? Awesome in a a whole new level, Can`t wait to read more.
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Date: 2009-03-15 05:27 am (UTC)Actually, the whole group is interesting as all get out, and I love Bee and his AI personalities. I'll be interested to see how rabid this bunny turns out to be.
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Date: 2009-03-15 10:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-16 11:21 am (UTC)I'm guessing that the one that Barricade (Black-Hair) nearly off-lined was Bluestreak? (Poor Blue, he always ends up as The Woobie (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheWoobie) in situations like these.) And as for Bumblebee's batch-mates, I'm guessing that A and C could be Arcee and Cliffjumper, based on your Earthborn'verse?
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Date: 2009-03-16 11:43 am (UTC)But I also think Bee's batch mates will be Arcee and Cliffjumper ^_^ (if I ever do end up with a follow up, and knowing my luck...)
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Date: 2009-03-17 04:21 pm (UTC)It's absolutely lovely, though.
Barricade attacked Prowl, not Bluestreak! And your bunny is nudging an old one of mine, damn you!(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-17 05:04 pm (UTC)Encourage, encourage, encourage the Puffi!bunny...I know, I know. But I can hope. T_T
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Date: 2009-03-17 06:17 pm (UTC)Did I just get a bunny named after me? Because if so, I am filled with utter and complete joy.*pats you on the head* Yes, yes you can.
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Date: 2009-03-22 06:54 am (UTC)There will be more of this, right? Or is there already more of it and I just missed it somehow?
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Date: 2009-03-22 01:39 pm (UTC)Challenge is here:
http://ante-luce.livejournal.com/34908.html