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Many solar-cycles later"Arrghh!" I yelled, throwing the tool across the lab. It landed with a clang, luckily hitting the wall instead of something important. Shockwave turned around, his optic blank. "What is the purpose of throwing the tool across the room?"
The servo I hadn't used to throw the tool was laid out on a table in front of me, my inner wirings exposed and spare parts surrounding the appendage. It hurt. A lot. But how else am I to reach the superior status I need to take down the autobots? Think of the lack of medication as pain management training.
"The purpose, is I think you'd rather I take my anger out on an expendable, cheap and common piece of scrap metal than I destroy vital parts of your lab. Or better yet I go out and find some Autobots to tear apart, only for Megatron to get mad at me for going rogue. Again."
"That is...logical."
I was surprised. Usually anything relating to emotions was illogical according to the slightly taller mech. Was I improving? Or was he simply getting used to me, and the workings of someone who didn't have the same control over emotions that he did?
Shockwave had turned back to his work, but I spoke up. "Can you help me with this?" I can't believe I just asked that. Old me...pre-war me, had no problem asking for help. But I needed to become someone who never needed help. Though as F/n always said, progress does not have to be reached the hard way.
Shockwave set down whatever it was he was working with and walked over, his heavy pedesteps echoing in the laboratory. "What are you trying to achieve?" He stopped beside me, peering down at my carefully taken apart servo and digits.
I sighed. "So I was thinking...I'm a large bot. Not exactly built for speed. But what if I could manage to change that? If I remove my blasters, which I've already done," I motioned towards the blasters sitting on the table with my free arm, "then I don't have as much weight weighing me down. But I still need a long range weapon. We've already replaced my digits with sharper ones, so they are already more machine than cyber biology. Shouldn't we then be able to alter them further? Say...allow me to extend my digits on command?"
As I spoke, I pointed to the different circuits in my arm and servo, along with the pieces I had laid out on the table. The wires used to connect my processor to my digits were exposed, and I had managed to specifically target the parts used for stretching. Theoretically, if I added some springs and such, when I 'stretch' my digits, I should be able to extend my digits up to a body-length ahead of me. I explained all this to the scientist, who listened quietly.
Once I was finished, Shockwave nodded his helm slowly. "You've only missed one vital circuit you need to connect," he then grabbed one of the small tools, reaching over to delicately and expertly cross connect some of the wires. It hurt, but I bit my derma and kept quiet. I instead focused on what Shockwave was doing.
Of course!
I needed to reroute one of my energon veins. To extend my metal so much, I would need that much more energon to power such a movement.
When he was done, the purple mech set down the tool and stepped back. "You will need to extend them sparingly. There is only so much energon left on Cybertron, and I am yet to have results from my off-planet experiments." The scientist then turned and walked back to his own station, resuming his previous work.
I looked down at my servo and smiled, closing up all the M/c and S/c plating. I closed and opened my servo, before flexing. My digits extended forward. It was surprisingly painful, and I flinched. But I kept going. My digits stretched forward across the room, and I retrieved the tool I had thrown earlier.
It worked. And now I could do the same to my other servo. The autobots wouldn't know what hit them. They created me. They created this. The caste system did. If I have my way, Shockwave will help me to create a monster. Me. And I couldn't be happier.
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