Authors note:

  Bumblebee’s thoughts: This format.

Adam’s thoughts: This format.

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    I thought seeing is believing helps in cases like mine, but, it only made things more confusing. Bumblebee’s arrival to the base and dropping the couch in my room, did lighten it up a little. I’ve noticed my eyes have been changing colors, my light eye used to be green but now it’s become red. My left eye remains green.  “There is one, the half of me you don’t know, completely.”  I don’t know my own half itself, my battle mode was in something simple like and primary just a basic mold for what could change. Even when I am not in my body I can feel the material like pain circulating throughout. I don’t know, why. My legs are feeling stiff. Really stiff.

            “Bumblebee, what did you do to—“

            “Not now Sumdac!” I heard him growl. I was now in my body; however, I couldn’t see what is going on...  “Something’s up with Adam. He’s not waking up, no matter what I do!”  Something stsrange happened, It somewhat can be described as almost going into another body but able to see and hear what’s going on, through my eyes. My sense of sight returned. For the time .

            Sumdac frowned. This felt all too familiar to Bumblebee; Almost as if it had been ripped out of a plan initiated stellar cycles ago when the Auto-kid came into town. The girl who wrecked everything Sumdac had, even the Decepticons had a role in this. I hate them all. Especially for the death of Ultra Magnus.  “This sounds…femilar.”

Bumblebee looked at the man, who had enslaved The Autobots for the past six or five stellar cycles. “Can we fix him or what?” I,well,Bumblebee  said. “Remember what you said to…you know, his dad? The ‘unbreakable’ failure promise?” Promise? What’s going on here? The frown on Sumdac’s face couldn’t have gotten grimmer.

 “Get him on the table.”  He ordered me/Bumblebee, his remaining eye showed signs of doubt and struggling to remember why it sounded familiar. A clump of my hair fell off. I/Bumblebee staggered back. It’s just so gross seeing human waste fall off. Even as an Autobot we do not like organs and intestines on our armor, it’s unproper, so we have our armor cleaned every so often.  So this is how Bumblebee thinks about killing Organics, intriguing, and yet so contrary.

            Sumdac put in a code in one of his fancy-scanner machines.  “It’s…” He paused, he looks in my direction. “Do you remember the Memory-Overloading virus? You know the one I had Ratchet create while the Psychic was still around as an ‘Autocon’?” He tapped his fingers on the metal table. It’s been so long. Sari upgraded to a teenager. We wanted The Auto-kid to help us get rid of Sumdac and the collars forever, beyond the point of eternity. New supervillians. Soundwave rising up from the ashes of human remains. Wasp making a ditch-plan to planet Earth, just so he can interrogate me or proclaim his innocence, as usual. And a bunch of lame things. Even though I hate organics, I can’t bear to stand beside them much longer.

            There’s so much irony between He and I. “I remember.” Bumblebee looked to the computer screen. His optics briefly disappeared for a moment or two. His fire-red optics reopened.  “It was a complete, complete, disaster!” His voice rose up at the double mention ‘complete’. It must have been a total backfire for the Autobots, who I haven’t met at all completely.  “What does the memory overloading virus have to do with Adam’s condition?”

            Sumdac looks to the monitor with a plug attached to my head. He looks back towards us.  “When I operated on Adam…I may have used a program similar to it.” Sumdac pressed two of his fingers together, ratherly shyly like an idiot instead of a super bad villain. I feel the anger rising in Bumblebee’s body faster than a kangaroo could kick a man at his private area.
            “YOU DID WHAT?” The entire, I mean it, The entire base shook by Bumblebee’s loud shriek. Heck. I didn’t expect his voice to stir something so hectic. “YOU USED THE MEMORY OVERLOADING PROGRAM TO OPERATE ON ADAM WHEN WE ALL AGREED NEVER ,EVER, TO USE IT AGAIN?”            This must be a very bad, bad thing indeed  to have been used on me.

            “It was the only way to make him sit still, I used the headache script.”  Earning a glare from Bumblebee .Damn you, Sumdac! “It was a rough draft version of the program, this early version involved battle-mode enhancement and changing. I originally planned it to control her mind and force her to become an Autob—“

            Bumblebee punched the wall beside Sumdac’s head. His servo came out of it. Where is Beachswiper? An electrical sting surged through Bumblebee’s body causing his optics to flinch. “Y-y-y-you slimey arrogant organic, you do not know what you were messing with, and so did we.” His optics burned so bad, I could have brought a pair of sunglasses and watched him explode. “You could have tried it when we had her in the tecnodome conscious without having that fatal faint-spell. I won’t have the same thing happen to Adam, the results are deadly. You know. The Psychic nearly died until her key was used!” Key? What key was used?  “Total backfire for what we really wanted her to do.”

            Sumdac frowned. “I know what mistakes I did with her, but, never ever mention her name in my face.” His hand is on a black button with a primary red structure. “Leave me to fixing him. The virus will be stopped in its tracks.” I felt myself detach from Bumblebee’s perspective, though, I followed him out the room. Who can say there’s nothing for me to do? I can find many things to do, in my out of body experience.

            “And Bumblebee, go get a toilet for Adam to urinate in, he’s been doing it on the wall outside of the base for atleast a week!” Ah, my acts do not go unnoticed. I believe they would not have been able to handle alone a girl under their house against me under their thumb.

I find myself somewhere else. There were gigantic dark gray buildings  being rebuilt. Several tall Cybertronains were working together, and one flying-like Jet watching the construction taking place. There were many red symbols all over the place, as in on the armor. “Who…are these guys?” I saw the seeker turn itself slightly towards the left with armor I can simply say has a star theme going on the front chest plating.

            “Starscream, what’s this, what’s this, what’s this?” A speeding-male seeker. Or I think it was a sports car, zipped from side to side. He is speaking in a rush I could hear only figments of what this mech is trying to say. Wait, This guy is from the hologram Bumblebee showed me! He held a blue object I can’t even identify. “I can’t identify the coding on here.”

            The seeker with blue optics looks at it. “Uh, that’s ingredients to make tacos.” He said, his optics directed at my direction. He can see me? Oh hell no!  He rubbed his optics, trying to make sure he wasn’t seeing me right there floating in the air probably. It’s a definite guess.

            “Sir, are you okay?”

            This-so-called Starscream groaned. “Call me Starscream, Bus.”

            “Okay, sir.”

            I laughed.

            “Bus, I swear, if you call me sir I am re-assigning you to your home planet with the others!” His optics narrowed at the younger Cybertroninan. “And no; Megatron’s mate is off at Velocitron with the sparklings getting the speed racers to re-restablish the trade-market.” I’m guessing this mech is a Decepticon and so is the younger Cybertroninan who I had seen his shoulder’s sulk. “They won’t be back for several earth months.”

            Bus  groaned.  

            “Next straw you push will be the last.”  The Seeker sneered. “Now, I want you to check for any unusual energy-spark signatures! I have a feeling something weird is going on today.”

            Uh oh. Bus takes out a blaster-like device. He pressed the trigger. Next thing I knew there was like a light blue wavey-line showing things in the air I couldn’t possibly imagine like shapes of dragons, events happening in some places, shapes like balloons floating in the air, and a tall figure who seemed demeaning. I mean the figure scared me like hell. My entire traced body shakes. “Uh…Starscream,”

            The Seeker blasted the figure away.

            “Ah, so Sumdac’s back.” I heard those last words as I started to fall into darkness. “He isn’t dead after all. Warn Megatron about this.” And that, my friends, is how I learned about the Decepticons. His voice sounded darker, serious, not lightly or friendly as he had been. Maybe I was returning to my body, who knows. Sumdac could have already fixed the problem.

            I wake up. Finding myself in my battle mode. “Urrgh….” I rubbed my head. My head hurt like heck. Very much it did. It must have hid the floor pretty hard when I became unconscious. Tap tap tap tap.

            “Sumdac, I believe you must tell this boy the actual truth!”  Beachswiper said, she was holding something in her digits. I can’t tell what she is holding, though Sumdac looks as if he wants it. Bumblebee is close behind her. Her head lifted at my direction. “Today is the solar cycle you tell him, he’s awake, and if you want him to stick around us much longer you must tell him the truth. Autobots do have a sense of honor and respect, unlike you.” She sneered at him. “We can offline him at any given moment.”

            This is…getting weird. What kind of truth are they talking about?  Sumdac sighs.  By Bumblebee’s attitude he wasn’t at least interested in this anymore, but his optics told me he wanted something to shatter and break in pieces. Does this have something to do with my parents?

“Adam…”  Wait, this sounds too familiar. Right when my dad was telling me I was going to the Autobots or…um. This is the worst storyline in the entire galaxy punching through several universes. It sucks. It’s pretty hard to think of a word that could possibly involve ‘Autobots’ with a mad-man and a coward with a statue. If this so-called adventure is a good one, somebody should tell me why.  “You are a virus.”

I’m a—what?