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Now, fic.
Title: Breath
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Nameless bots. Ensemble.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing. Experiments in writing taking place. Oddness.
Breathe in.
He’d always thought that organic life had a rather odd way of cycling air.
Breathe out.
Why not keep up a constant flow, instead of taking in and expelling fixed volumes?
Breathe in.
It would be more efficient.
Breathe out.
Then again, organics weren’t like Cybertronians. When not in space where it was cold enough, bots needed a continuous stream of air to cool vital systems.
Breathe in.
Organics, being much smaller and less heat generating could make do with simple conduction, losing heat from the surfaces kept bared to their environment. They cycled air for other reasons, though breathing helped them keep cool too.
Breathe out.
It had taken time to get used to how the dominant life form on this planet processed air. They’d not come across organic life sapient enough to interact with in such close proximity before.
Breathe in.
Many of the crew hadn’t understood why the humans hadn’t developed constant internal air flow. The organic system of blood circulation was quite similar, always flowing in one direction, even if it wasn’t as smoothly regular as a bot’s cycling of air.
Breathe out.
Sparkplug had joked that humans needed to be able to sigh when trying to explain things to confused and confusing robots. And to be able to take in deep breaths and hold them when awed or frightened or otherwise moved to strong emotion.
Breathe in.
Breath was essential both for life and for living. After he’d remarked that the two were pretty much the same, the man had only smiled and shrugged and said that one day he’d understand.
Breathe out.
Ratchet had been the first to try mimicking organic style air circulation, mostly because he was the one in greatest contact with Sparkplug and had already picked up a few ‘human’ mannerisms, such as the pinching of one’s nasal bridge when frustrated.
Breathe in.
Ratchet had also found that what the human said about expelling air was true. Sighing, or in the medic’s case venting air forcefully, seemed to help when dealing with aggravation.
Breathe out.
Perceptor had theorised that the act of forcing air out also caused a similarly forceful intake of air, and that the larger than usual influx cooled stressed circuits and systems enough to have a calming effect on the bot doing it.
Breathe in.
Such an effect was likewise useful when a bot was scared, cool circuits improved processor efficiency and reaction times.
Breathe out.
But Perceptor hadn’t been able to figure out how cooling one’s systems could result in or augment the feelings of awe or happiness.
Breathe in.
There’d been a lively discussion about what could be the Cybertronian equivalent of sighing and what was breathing in, considering how the two actions, air in and air out, happened simultaneously in bots.
Breathe out.
It had been Jazz who’d suggested that the portion you focused on determined what you were doing. So concentrating on the outflowing air was sighing or exhaling, even if you were still taking air in at the same time, and vice versa.
Breathe in.
Wheeljack had wondered if switching the direction of air flow, like the way humans inhaled and exhaled, would increase the lifespan of their air filters. The backwashing action could serve to clear the debris that had accumulated on the filters.
Breathe out.
The engineer had tried, and had ended up with his intakes spitting out the dislodged dust for a good hour or so.
Breathe in.
Impracticality aside, breathing like an organic was still slagging unnatural for a Cybertronian.
Breathe out.
But it didn’t matter, really.
Breathe in.
Hadn’t they managed to do just fine without anyway?
Breathe out.
No bot really thought about cycling air, much like how the humans didn’t really think about breathing. They shouldn’t have to. Each did what came naturally and that was that.
Breathe in.
Although he had to admit, organic style air cycling was good for expressing emotion.
Breathe out.
Or suppressing it.
Breathe in.
Focus on the intake of air.
Breathe out.
Focus on the expelling of the same.
Breathe in.
Focus on nothing else.
Breathe out.
Not on the stark medical sterility of the med bay.
Breathe in.
Not on the conversations in the background, friends and comrades giving him what privacy they could while still letting him know they were there if needed.
Breathe out.
Not on the chassis lying too still and too silent on the berth next to him.
Breathe in.
Not on the hand lying limp and unresponsive in his own.
Breathe out.
Just the action of cycling air.
Breathe in.
Regular. Steady.
Breathe out.
Optics lighting up and looking at him.
Breathe in.
A tired expression but a loving smile.
Breathe in.
A squeeze of his hand. A whisper of his designation.
Breathe in breathe in breathe in.
Now he understood.
Breathe out.
tf_valentines this year. Much love, affection and Bluestreak!cupids to you all <3Now, fic.
Title: Breath
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Nameless bots. Ensemble.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing. Experiments in writing taking place. Oddness.
Breathe in.
He’d always thought that organic life had a rather odd way of cycling air.
Breathe out.
Why not keep up a constant flow, instead of taking in and expelling fixed volumes?
Breathe in.
It would be more efficient.
Breathe out.
Then again, organics weren’t like Cybertronians. When not in space where it was cold enough, bots needed a continuous stream of air to cool vital systems.
Breathe in.
Organics, being much smaller and less heat generating could make do with simple conduction, losing heat from the surfaces kept bared to their environment. They cycled air for other reasons, though breathing helped them keep cool too.
Breathe out.
It had taken time to get used to how the dominant life form on this planet processed air. They’d not come across organic life sapient enough to interact with in such close proximity before.
Breathe in.
Many of the crew hadn’t understood why the humans hadn’t developed constant internal air flow. The organic system of blood circulation was quite similar, always flowing in one direction, even if it wasn’t as smoothly regular as a bot’s cycling of air.
Breathe out.
Sparkplug had joked that humans needed to be able to sigh when trying to explain things to confused and confusing robots. And to be able to take in deep breaths and hold them when awed or frightened or otherwise moved to strong emotion.
Breathe in.
Breath was essential both for life and for living. After he’d remarked that the two were pretty much the same, the man had only smiled and shrugged and said that one day he’d understand.
Breathe out.
Ratchet had been the first to try mimicking organic style air circulation, mostly because he was the one in greatest contact with Sparkplug and had already picked up a few ‘human’ mannerisms, such as the pinching of one’s nasal bridge when frustrated.
Breathe in.
Ratchet had also found that what the human said about expelling air was true. Sighing, or in the medic’s case venting air forcefully, seemed to help when dealing with aggravation.
Breathe out.
Perceptor had theorised that the act of forcing air out also caused a similarly forceful intake of air, and that the larger than usual influx cooled stressed circuits and systems enough to have a calming effect on the bot doing it.
Breathe in.
Such an effect was likewise useful when a bot was scared, cool circuits improved processor efficiency and reaction times.
Breathe out.
But Perceptor hadn’t been able to figure out how cooling one’s systems could result in or augment the feelings of awe or happiness.
Breathe in.
There’d been a lively discussion about what could be the Cybertronian equivalent of sighing and what was breathing in, considering how the two actions, air in and air out, happened simultaneously in bots.
Breathe out.
It had been Jazz who’d suggested that the portion you focused on determined what you were doing. So concentrating on the outflowing air was sighing or exhaling, even if you were still taking air in at the same time, and vice versa.
Breathe in.
Wheeljack had wondered if switching the direction of air flow, like the way humans inhaled and exhaled, would increase the lifespan of their air filters. The backwashing action could serve to clear the debris that had accumulated on the filters.
Breathe out.
The engineer had tried, and had ended up with his intakes spitting out the dislodged dust for a good hour or so.
Breathe in.
Impracticality aside, breathing like an organic was still slagging unnatural for a Cybertronian.
Breathe out.
But it didn’t matter, really.
Breathe in.
Hadn’t they managed to do just fine without anyway?
Breathe out.
No bot really thought about cycling air, much like how the humans didn’t really think about breathing. They shouldn’t have to. Each did what came naturally and that was that.
Breathe in.
Although he had to admit, organic style air cycling was good for expressing emotion.
Breathe out.
Or suppressing it.
Breathe in.
Focus on the intake of air.
Breathe out.
Focus on the expelling of the same.
Breathe in.
Focus on nothing else.
Breathe out.
Not on the stark medical sterility of the med bay.
Breathe in.
Not on the conversations in the background, friends and comrades giving him what privacy they could while still letting him know they were there if needed.
Breathe out.
Not on the chassis lying too still and too silent on the berth next to him.
Breathe in.
Not on the hand lying limp and unresponsive in his own.
Breathe out.
Just the action of cycling air.
Breathe in.
Regular. Steady.
Breathe out.
Optics lighting up and looking at him.
Breathe in.
A tired expression but a loving smile.
Breathe in.
A squeeze of his hand. A whisper of his designation.
Breathe in breathe in breathe in.
Now he understood.
Breathe out.
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Date: 2010-02-14 10:24 am (UTC)the dusty wheeljack bit made me laugh :D
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Date: 2010-02-14 10:45 am (UTC)then i was all D:
and then i was all :D
it's wonderful.
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Date: 2010-02-15 08:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-17 12:01 am (UTC)Love it, by the way, especially the end.
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Date: 2010-02-17 09:54 am (UTC)Glad you do, thank you ^_^
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Date: 2010-02-25 07:38 am (UTC)Again, Thank you for sharing.
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