Going to the Autobots? Did he really mean it? He’s pulled my leg a couple of times…but this is a first for my dad to be telling the truth. I haven’t seen any gigantic robots appear anytime in my life. So what’s the point of me packing up my stuff when I see not a trace of life waiting for me?  Everything I need is in one big luggage, including my swimming gear, baseball gear, and motorcycle gear.  Whatever I participated in I made sure to bring gear. Who wants to see wiring coming from my body? No one does, duh.

            A white and purple car parked itself near to the sidewalk. Is this being remote controlled? The vehicle is blinking its light s at me. I looked in all directions just to make sure I wasn’t the only one outside. For sure people could have been out here, but, It somehow turned into a ditched ghost-town overnight. I went to the door then poked my head through the open window  “Somebody has definetly got to be pulling a prank on me.” I muttered to myself, finding disappointment in an empty  vehicle.

            “And you think that,ay?”    

   I bumped my head on the top edge of the window. “Owch!”  Sticking my head in the vehicle proved to be a very dumb idea itself. Very dump.  “Who’s playing this on me? Tell me. Right now! I am seventeen years old and I do not want to be toyed around LIKE A KID!” I didn’t like being treated as a kid. I am a teenager. Teenagers are supposed to be treated as teens with more respect, not just a shortened curfew.  My hands were in fists. Who really wants to get on my nerves when the most powerful blow from my hands capable of creating electricity from retracting can just blow the vehicle into smithereens?  There are some idiots out there. Not kidding.

    A blood curling laughter just singed my ears. “Ow.” I covered both as I watched the vehicle transform into a short, scout-like robot. His eyes were red.  Evil red, like you know how people identify the bad guys in anime cartoons. His mouth is all jiggered like. He had something remaining of a metal neck thing with two crystal poking out to the side and a partially seen‘s’ left.  There’s a purple symbol appearing on the hood.  I should have listened to what color the symbols were on the street, I really should have. I gulped.

             “Adam Henderson,”   He said, his voice sent chills down my spine. It’s unbelievable.  Even the best heroes would coward before this…what faction is this robot on?  “You are coming with me whether you like it or not,” I bet he could see the confusion on my face because he scowled. “I’m an Autobot, brat!” The Autobot grabbed me. Next thing is…I kind of recollect fainting.

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      I awoke finding myself on a table. Something hard was around my neck. I felt for it. Huh? What’s this thing doing on my neck? I get off the metal table. Then walk to the mirror. I saw around my neck is almost un-identical neck collar Bumblebee is wearing except it is newer than his. “Um…At least this isn’t a box with my head in it.” I reassured myself, although there were voices coming from a good distance out of another room.

            “My entire empire is demolished, all because of the Helicopter and the Psychic girl!” I heard a hand slammed on something hard. The voice sounded as if it belonged to a man who could be very mean and does not respect others. I wonder if he’s like a war general or something.  My eyes peaked from the side. “And don’t interrupt me again about her being from the future. I can simply reconstruct here, in Washington D.C!”

             My eyes saw there was another dark-themed Autobot, at least I think so. No…It’s just the statue of a taller Autobot almost looking like a lady. Bumblebee sighed. “You know she has a name.” I heard him say, “And the Helicopter is Me—“

            “Don’t.ever.say.that.name .” The man sneers.  “I refuse to acknowledge the very person who came into my techno-dome five years ago!”  He sounded harsher. The man turned his head at my direction. “Ah, the boy has finally awakened from the operation.”

            Operation?   “…My Dad said Autobots, Autobots is plural.” I held up all five fingers. “Not singular. Where are the others? And what else did you do to my body?” Honestly, it sounds freaky and totally disturbing to know some-dude operated on my body. Actually, I don’t know what’s in me.  Wiring and human systems is way beyond my skill level of science and technology.

            The man pointed to the statue. “They were defeated by the Decepticons.” He said, “I once used to have a grand empire, I ruled lower Mitchigan with a great thumb.” Wait this dude is the guy who the police tried to interfere with, and dubbed him as this crazy dude. No wonder there hasn’t been news about him for the past four years, He’s been having trouble with robots. “I simply…customized you in what you can use and what you can attack. You cannot attack me.”

            He held a black device.

            “Anything you do or try to hurt me, I will use this against you.” Bumblebee flinched at the statement. “I wasn’t killed by those Autobots. They killed my clone. I have been here for the entire time.” I guess this explains his city returning to what it had been before he took over. Something tells me somehow through a nuclear membrane wall there’s a parallel terrible future separated from this one that’s changing every minute to the decisions being made.  “Let’s say, I took Bumblebee’s energy signature and summoned him here to Washington D.C. on the way to Earth. They all think he’s offline.”

            He laughed.   He was like enslaving a bad machine, who seemed far too adjusted to his ways. And I believe his ways may have gotten crueler.  This guy may be feared by all.  “And where does this involve me?” I ask him, folding my arms on top of another. “Aren’t you a mad scientist or something to get up in the chain of ruling whatever?”

            Bumblebee groaned. “You are the Ginny pig, per say, you piece of trash” He answers instead of Sumdac.  Autobots really must not like organics. However, this is better than being at home with a sister who doesn’t know what I have become and my mother not really liking me as a son. How sad is that; Preferring robots over your human family. It’s better than nothing.  Sumdac smirked.

            “What…did my dad do for you, in exchange?” I ask, getting a queer look from him.

            “I’m not at liberty to tell you.” He said. “I keep secrets, ones you shouldn’t be told. Now I want you to get some supplies I will need to rebuilding my empire, since my foretress was destroyed back there.” Alright, who destroys everything this son of somebody has?  “I have a planthora of technology around me; all I need is the tools.”

            I rolled my eyes. “First; Luggage.”   I turned away towards the Autobot. “Second; Task.”

            “Almost sound like the sound-barrier drones who spoke to me about the destroyed trespasser’s who’ve come across my property.” I face palmed myself over saying it in the first place. “Get some boom-boxes too; I am going to need them when I rebuild what I lost.”
            I rubbed my forehead. “Can we get on with it before I kill him?”        

            Bumblebee’s not-really-likeable snicker guided me to a room big enough for not one robot but a whole group of them. “I…can really give this a complete do-over.” I said, hearing my luggage dropped flatly to the floor. I rubbed my chin. “I’m going to need a whole day with this. That task may need to be on the backburner until tomorrow or at least a few hours.”

            “Just get what you need, I will be waiting outback.” I heard Bumblebee. “Make it fast; I don’t want my spare oil to get rusty!”

 I closed my eyes. Focus…I feel my hands become painfully sharper, my feet became extremely big I assume that to have happened, my spikey hair made some distinctive noise of buzzing antanna’s ,and then other sounds followed suit.  My eyes opened. Or should I say, Optics? Maybe it was like a mirage but I couldn’t be sure; because It was like standing at the edge of a ship wearing some hard and static objects around my wrists overlooking planet Earth. Something in my heart told me it wasn’t the exact year I thought it could be, but, 2050 since there were still satellites still hanging around Earth. My Earth Satellites were shot down, by the unknown.

            The mirage faded  away.

            “Basketball court, here you come!” I sent out a wide earthquake focusing it to smooth the surface instead of tearing it apart. The walls to it chipped off giving a facial like appearance ad designs I could wonder at for hours. A wide gap was made at some rocky side of the room while the larger area turned into a basketball like court, I may need to steal some wooden planks and the smoothable substance used at Gyms…        Then again I have to wait awhile for it to dry.  So I made a big dent in the ground big enough for me to sleep in. I’ve went camping before in the forest without a sleeping bag by accident so I round up sleeping on the dirt.  Rule number one; Bring blankets and a pillow when you don’t have a bed…or bring a sleeping bag. I opened my luggage. Then put in the bag in the area. “Looks good; for a starter.”          

            I heard Bumblebee’s engine coming from outside. Kec-eh-kick. My body reverted to human form.  “Coming!” I shout. Running out the incomplete room, oh how good it will look once I get some more effort into it.  With it in the back of my mind I went into Bumblebee. “So, ‘Partner’,” I start, being in the passenger seat. “Who’s the chick and who’s the Helicopter names?”

            Bumblebee drove out from the parking lot. “I do not see how relevant this is to our current mission.” He said. Oh great. I have stubborn partner right now who may or may not participate in what we have together as partners.  “And second, I am not your partner!”

            “Are too.”  I argue back. “Just take this, you only have me in your vehicle mode for a while until Isaac comes up with some sort of device that will hide my signature and disguise me from being seen by people who may recognize me.” I listed on. It wasn’t actually that painful when summoning my fingers to become claws, they looked sharp and capable of hurting others.  “So you are stuck with me."

            If Bumblebee grunted at my statement, I might have overheard him because his engine was being so loud. I looked at the radio that he was speaking out of. “Um…dude. Are you having a problem?” I ask, looking back and forth.

            “No.” He replied to me, being snappy.

            “I mean Engine problems.”  I folded my arms.

            “Her name’s Speedstinger, human name is Ivy Underwood Autospring.” Bumblebee finally spilled to me. “Most call her Auto. Some refer to her as ST. The Helicopter is Megatron, leader of the Decepticons.”

            He pulled up a hologram. The lights were so bright my eyes could have gone blind right there on the spot; though once they adjusted to the image I could see the somewhat short woman beside a huge robot. I saw others such as one jet, two little chubby robots, another one that looked like a SWAT flight vehicle, and a triple-changer. Oh even a teenager who strangely had green skin.  There was what seemed to be a purple bus based cybertronian with blue signatures seen on his helmet with a baseball like bat in his hands. He must be a little taller than the motorcycle one.  Woah, that’s a lot of Decepticons.              The hologram snapped shut.       

Bumblebee stopped at a Harvey’s tool kit store.

            “Why don’t we just take the entire building?” I suggest. “With everything still inside of it and such.”