I hadn’t got the faintest clue how Bumblebee survives on this planet for god who knows how long. It’s been one week since I kind of, sort of was sent to live with the…There isn’t any Autobots around the base, just Bumblebee and I, including the stupid -old statue. The food quality from Burger King isn’t so bad, but, I can’t continue to eat from there. The remaining of my allowance is currently fifteen dollars and thirteen cents in change.     

            The statue offered little help, in how I could ask Bumblebee what Techno-Organics ate and what he’s been surviving off. Oh well. I have to make best  of what I have got; Especially the resources. It’s one thing to know you have somebody to ask the question that needs to be desperately answered. Because not anyone can survive if they are not properly informed about their half-race, I believe it’s not a word though it will do.  My own life and survival just depends on his answers, because if I don’t find out what Techno-Organics eat then I may as well die of starvation.  Burger king Food quality doesn’t have its non-juicey and glorious taste anymore; it’s not because of my tongue changing taste every seven years. It’s a change in my digestion diet.

            Or I am fully integrated into the Techno-Organic thing completely by now from the operation. “Bumblebee, do you know other Techno-Organics?” I asked him, out of no-where. He was working on his neck collar with a screwdriver. A wire poked out from his collar where it happened to be an ‘S’. Before my eyes the wiring was tucked back into the machinery that now seemed untouched. His flaring red optics glared at my direction, angered for a probably good reason. Just like my Uncle Jacob Green, when I accidently dropped his cat into the pool with a duck.

            “You just made me start all over again!” He stood up, nearly towering me. I am not scared of him anymore. I have to stand up for myself if I am going to be sticking around for other Autobots and Isaac Sumdac. Really, if there was some Dude from Aladdin with the cane and serpent thing who knows what, Bumblebee could have easily killed him out of anger likewise me. Something tells me this giant robot is going to actually blow and release some steam.

            My hands were behind my back. “Well, I did it, so yeah I know.” I smartly said at him.Man, this robot is frustrated!

            “I am from Cybertron and I shouldn’t be treated like this!” He complained. “I nearly succeeded in defeating those Decepticons once and for all, but nooo.  That stupid dumb brain had to use his Punch of Destruction, The bootleg affect had to happen, And worse of all; Ultra Magnus was killed. And I got sent back to this with a STATUE!” Cybertron? Ciiibberrr trun, Cybberr ten-ren,eh, it isn’t my area  of expertise. With Bumblebee ranting all, maybe it can be useful to my question.

            I was curious, never the less. But I had to know what Techno-Organics ate. “What do Techno-Organics eat?” I interrupted the ranting robot, wait, maybe I should call him Cybertronian. That might be a better definition of this giant, oil curling snickiering Halloween like Autobot.

            He turned at me.

            “Organic foods,  mostly.” He said, not in a really nice way. “Oftenly,they eat energon.”

            Where’s Energon?

            “So where can you find that stuff?” I asked, again.

            He looks at me strangely.

            “Organic, this planet does NOT have energon.” He said. “As far as we know, Earth is an easy planet to enslave.”  Organic Food do not taste what they had been before, I mean, how can Techno-Organics eat human-made food after being fully interagrated into their half-cybertronian side. A boys gotta do what a man’s gotta do to have a necessarity for survival. “We got the energon from Cybertron.”

            If I had black sunglasses, they really would have been useful to make a punch line commonly made in CSI Miami. I really liked the show. It’s a shame it was canceled. My punchline is something like this: “Well, why don’t we start digging up some Tron?” It’s a no-brainer fail, regardless of my time spent around the television. I mean come on, really, five minutes of cartoons before a show? I can get why it was canceled. Things may have been different depending on the movie being premiered.   My eyes narrowed at Bumblebee. “What was the first Techno-Organic’s name?”

“Her name is Sari.” Bumblebee finally told me, his optics was almost like a heated oven prepared to explode.

            Weird name.  “As in…sorry?” I scratched my head.

“No, as in my ‘daughter’, Sari Sumdac.” Isaac interrupted, he had a gun like model with electricity sticking out from the end. Sometimes, I wonder where he gets all the metal needed to create stuff. Something tells me he need us to find some extremely rare kind of fuel made specifically for gigiantic—Cybertronians. I remember something about Bumblebee telling me they have CNA that’s quite lengthy in words than DNA’s full meaning.

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            Turns out I was right. Bumblebee and I have to find some non-existing energon source for Isaac. Who claimed to have the base finally done, yet I do not believe him. The base, or what he calls Technodome The Second, is not fully equipped with what evil villians would need.  “How can Energon activate an empty base?” I asked, as stood by one of the greatest made lakes in Washington D.C. I look over the water. “I can’t see how Energon would be there for years.”

            Sumdac made the disguise object so now I do not have to ride Bumblebee most of the time. The time it took for my hair to turn black after the incident took a long time, it actually popped up out of nowhere when I turned fifteen one night.  It was the most painful night I ever had, like my blood churned into complete heated iron and skin could have boiled. My bones felt they were being broken. My head suffered some unbearable headaches. Around the time it was twelve forty-three pm, I awoke. On that day I believe my entire life changed, and so did my fate.  For a time, until I was sort of given to the duo, my taste buds changed as usual and I lost baby teeth. I functioned normally as any human being would have. I felt pain. But my parents told me strictly not ever to go skateboarding.

            My childhood actually ended at age fifteen.  All right, let’s return to the modern day time where I really want to get back to. Anyway so, Sumdac gave us these super advanced radars. For some reason he made Bumblebee take the statue with him. How odd is that? I mean, I can see a stinking mustache on the statue. What else can this old thing be so damn useful for?

            “As Ratchet would say, I quote:  “the materials would spark the power systems entinerally on forever except when the inhabitants go to bed. They turn off automatically.’  Unquote.” Bumblebee  used two of his fingers, or should I say Digits, making parenthesizes signs. He didn’t seem to understand what he said at all, he just understood the on and off concept.

            I sigh, looking towards the water. “I can’t swim.”

            Bumblebee may have looked at me as if I was a neo-Nazi-crazy-serial-killer dude.  My assumption cannot be sure. My eyes were locked on the water. Mom and Dad never had let me learn to swim, although it’s one of the basic principles in life such as learning to tie your shoe or learning the domino effect. “Learn QUICKLY!” He slapped my back so hard it made me crash into the water. I didn’t bobble up. I went down instead of up. What goes up must come own principle really sucks here. I may as well get Hydrophic if surviving the water.

            My eyes were shut, on instinct. 

            I’m going die. I’m going die. I’m going die.

Eventally, my body hit something hard. Well, I didn’t die yet. At all. Surprisingly, my eyes were able to be opened. The ground floor is brown. Maybe the energon is dug under the ground somehow. I feel a sensation from one of my feet. I looked back to it, oh yeah about the being underwater thing holding your breath I don’t know how I am breathing without having to go up into the surface. Beats me, anyways, my foot is glowing light orange. I can’t tell, is it the left or right? The entire ground floor glowed a bright orange and the dirt evaporated. Literally. The water disappeared, I mean, as in disappeared out of thin air.  Under my feet was now a row of yellow cut-squared boxes looking new as heck!

Where did they all come from anyway? The weird thing is there was not a sight of fish around. “Bumblebee, can you believe this?” I yelled at his direction. “There’s a lot of Energon for I don’t know, decades!” Bumblebee’s optics was stuck on my foot. Come on, why is he staring at my foot? Maybe he saw it glow through the water. Whatever the cause is, I am sure he can tell me once the energon is taken out. Bumblebe shook his helmet, he looked as if he had shuddered over a totally bad memory. He accidently let go of the statue lettingit fall to the ground.

And what do you know? It shattered. Instead of nothing there was a transformer lady ninja-cop-car.  “An organic!” The transformer shrieked, taking out a weapon. Uh Oh. She took out a pistol and shot it. Instinctively I raised up my hand that retracted several metallic-like parts eventually making the shape of a shield except the inside railing side is wide enough it could have been a satellite dish than a shield. The bullets, I heard, flew in circles around the shield then flew straight back at her since there was sparks flying at some point of her armor. The femme crashed onto the ground. Woah woah woah, did I just do that?

“Beachswiper!” Bumblebee called out, he came sliding down the hill to the cybertronian. Did they know each other? I do not know at all. The basketball court in my room is nearly done, all I just need is to use the hardened substance and then I can go out to get some furniture for my room via a moving vehicle for  a few hours while it dries out.  It’s much easier to steal a moving van. Am I right?

The femme stood up with her pistol. “You,” She raised directly at Bumblebee’s helmet. “Why am I back on this worthless planet?” Her viscard made it seem impossible to see if she is furious or just plain asking why she’s on planet Earth. I looked to Bumblebee, hoping he will fill in the answers. “What happened on Cybertron one?”

The lone coward, who I assume him to be a coward now from not jumping  into action in the first place, lowered her gun. “Ultra Magnus has been offlined. The girl’s now a slagging Cybetronian, Prowl is online, Optimus is missing, and most of all The Decepticons have reconqured the first Cybertron. I do not think you are serving Optimus Prime no more. We did not kill Sumdac. We killed his clone.”

I saw the purple symbol on her shoulder. “How many Cybertrons are there?”  I asked, as her viscard retracted. Her eyes were horrorfied. The news likely devastated her into pieces. Both Autobots looked back down to me, their red eyes not casting anymore fear into me. Anyone can stand in their vicious red optics and not flinch, well, if they have a good cause that is. I am not officially part of the Autobots yet. I haven’t gotten the Symbol through the branding machine whatever it is. All I am is just a…The  Autobots conversation will actually give you what I am to them.

            “Two.” They said both at once. Sharing a glare at each other.

            “Who’s this?” BeachSwiper asked, her viscard now retracted over her optics.

            “He’s Adam Henderson,a Techno-Organic.” Bumblebee answered faster than I could have. He whispered something into her ear. She looked back at me, as if I had been something of a package.

            I frowned. “I am here, you know!” I shook my fist at them.

“And how long has he been around you?”

            “A decacyle,at least.”

            Beachswiper looks at me. “A total wanna-be.” She laughed. “A wanna-be Autobot. How can this boy be suited for armed destruction and possibly the end of freedom as he knows it?”

            My hand clenched into fists. “I’ll show you, I am not a wanna-be, just when I get my hands on an Autobot Symbol!” My anger rose. “Just you wait. My symbol won’t be the easiest one to remove from my body. It’s going to be on somewhere you will least expect. The most—“

            “Yada yaday ya.” She looks towards the ground. “And....Don’t tell me, He lost his entire empire. We both nodded at once. “And he needs energon.” Again, we nodded at once. “Great.” She rubbed underneath her viscard where her optics should be located.

            I decided to give the energon a shot, so I grabbed a chunk of energon from the floor. “Adam, your body might not be prepared to have energon, yet!” Bumblebee warned me. “I do not want a bunch of filthy Techno-Organic guts to spill all over my paintjob!”

            Beachswiper laughed at him. “Take a bite, kid; it’s the least of your worries.”  So I did exactly that. Well it didn’t taste all that good. I must have made a face because both Autobots were holding a laughing contest both bad and very spine curling. Their high pitch is enough to make me run away as human instincts are again screaming me to do exactly that.  I rolled my eyes. Better get used to it, Adam.

            How do you get so much energon to one building?