One year later….again….

            Sari caught on quick how to be a ninja-bot from Prowl, and became really good at reading Cybertronian. Sparkplug countlessly tried interfering with the repairing on the ship the entire time onboard Omega Supreme. There were hours when Sparkplug was no-where to be found were times Sari found comforting expecially looking up the interwebs through the big screen about what was going on, her ‘creator’ did not set out a search and rescue team, Porter C.Powell was trying to save Earth from being overrun from vastly too much Technology that someday may turn against them, Crime declining in Detroit, among other things as well.

            “Sari.”

            The girl nearly jumps, shutting off the giant screen.

            “What?” She hopped up, her face almost white.  She sighs seeing it is Bulkhead. “Um…what did you break…this time?”

            She could have sworen Bulkhead snickered, in a bad way.

            “It’s not that I broke it…” He holds out a spikey, tall, and weak Sparkplug. “It’s Ratchet who broke him.” His voice indicated the giant machine enjoyed seeing something in a pile of pieces or completely broken. He heard a well-deserved screech come from an enraged Sari that it could have become sonic. Thankfully it wasn’t anything that could break his audios.

            “RATTCHEEEETTT!” She shrieked, grabbing the too big Sparkplug from Bulkhead. She cried. “You…You stay away from me!” For a girl her size SparkPlug was weightless, she is nine years old.  Bulkhead was startled by her reaction.  He thought Sari would have just cried over her destroyed companion and get over it.

            She ran away from the gigantic Autobot, passing Prowl in the process.

            “Why is an organic running in Omega Supreme?” The Motorcycle rubbed his helmet hearing Bulkhead coming after her. “Bulkhead. What did you JUST do?”

            “I told her…”

            “About?”

            Bulkhead scratched the back of his neck, loosening some cables connected to his head in the process. “Ratchet experimented on Sparkplug…and she’s going home.” He pointed at the capsule now closed with those legs retracting back inside of it. The machine had remained there for over a year not getting destroyed by any chance. Prowl realized if she went back then Sari may as well tell her father about them.

            “YOU ARE WORSE THAN MY ‘CREATOR’!” Sari’s voice shouted through the intercomn. Portraying her return to planet Earth is not going to be stopped at all. Learning  the evil ways of the Autobots had prepared her for things  her father could possibly do to her and she could hurt him back freely if he didn’t have a collar around.

            The capsule blasted off into space

            “Bulkhead!” Ratchet cries. “YOU IDIOT!”

            “What?” He shrugs.

            Bumblebee comes in.

            “What’s the commotion about?” Bumblebee asks, looking at the others.  “And um…The lower part of Omega Surpeme has more damage we thought. There’s another section under this one before we get anything done.”

            An angered Prowl just punched Bumblebee unconscious.

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            Sure enough after Sari’s return, unconscious. Sumdac put her into the cage with tubes and newly added security system being controlled by the tube-cage itself, he also took Sparkplug to his lab for further inspection about his newly advanced technology that recently was added.  The metal collar around Sari’s neck feels unpleasant. Really unpleasant it could have been a clamp against her robotic throat.

            She finally came to.

            “Huh...Sparkplug.” Sari witnessed a gas coming out from the tube. She recognized the entire setting from top to bottom as Sumdac’s lab.  Instead of bars around her cage there was just a thick glass with a round entrance hole at the left hand side completed by metal ad a handle by the outside  with a row of five  glowing red tabs right underneath it, the floor she lay on felt hard and not that comfortable.

            She coughed.

            Pain erupted from both her shoulders as if something was trying to budge out from her. She held herself together as tears, not just liquid tears, as purple tears dribbled down from her eyes. The layer of robotic skin and wiring starts poking from her shoulders letting purple energon bleed out from the exposed area breaking through her metal skin not really flesh but mainly armor over her real arms. She has one thing to seek comfort in: Sparkplug being fixed up.

            Her purple eyes burned, this time, payback.

     Two weeks later…

            A tour is going on in his Terrordome, under the supervision of a teacher who wanted to give students a picture of what may be like  in the future when they are sometime in their forties,  so the man decided to let Sari out of her cage with her collar on that is.  The drone outside were put in the garage just for the day.Sparkplug’s rough time on the Autobot ship easily kept him in a recovering state. Sumdac locked his laboratory from the tour guide as well, while he went on some important meeting.

            “Student’s, this is Sumdac’s kid.”   The Tour Guide tells them. “Sari Sumdac.”

            Sari chewed on some chips. She didn’t have anything close to this until today, her father’s experimenting fixed her eating problem and allowed her to contrinue living as a Techno-Organic who needed food to survive. She gulped down what was in her mouth.

            “Yeah, uh, hello.” She  said,holding the chip bag. “Got any questions?”

            One child raised their hand.

            “I do I do I do!” The child flailed their hand back and forth. “Does Sumdac take hackers?”

            Sari didn’t understand what the child is saying.

            “Adam Henderson, The Matrix is a fictional movie.” The Tour Guide says. “Drop the superhero nonsense.”

            Adam Henderson? What a name. Sari feels something inside telling this boy has something important inside of him, not in a meaningful way. It involved something a long the lines of power.  Everyone who held a phone in the room started ringing at once and so did electronically alarm clocks.

            Everyone takes out their phones except for Adam.  

            “Hello?”

            “Who’s calling me?”

            “Aw man, my wireless plan just ran out!”

            The students stare at another kid who wore nerdy glasses and socks that could not reach up high enough.  The one being stared at merely shrugged her shoulders. “I’m devoted to my cell phone; parents are always on archeological hunts.” The student merely explained, receiving groans in advance.

            Sari remembered a name.  Jacob Henderson. She saw this strange man two months before Auto had come in for her birthday; he has green eyes just like Adam, Adams earlobes were hanging free just like Jacob, his head is not egg-shaped, his eyebrows are pointy like Jacobs, and an attitude similar to the man who came in Terrordome. He can’t be Jacob’s kid…its long shot…but…He visited only once. She contemplates.  When one of the workers,who are surprisingly human, brought him for a private conversation. A light bulb went off in her head. Jacob was a hacker.

            “Hey is your dad, Jacob Henderson?” Sari asks, directing her comment to Adam.

            Adam nods.

            “Yep!” His eyes were curiously glowing a bit.            

            Note to self; tell Dad about the man I overheard being informed about my existence. She had been there in the same room where the conversation occurred. She had pretended to be asleep. When in reality she was awake.  The tour guide continued, with Sari interjecting sarcastic remarks about some of the inventions.