So, it’s been five days…since being told I am a ‘virus’. How can I be a virus? There’s a verity of definitions to Virus in different media and movies, what exactly did he mean? Sumdac tried explaining it, though his vocabulary is so broad I can’t really understand him. Sumdac has made a whole fleet of Soundwave 2.0 in the-now empty Harvey’s tool building.

            “Adam, why are you acting like a piece of trash?”

            Woah,. That was expected, coming from Beachswiper. I turned around seeing the gigantic and tall motorcycle femme with the words ‘police’ stained in red, her wheels dripped blood. It’s hard to speak with this femme who usually gets herself dirty in dead body parts. Sumdac and I share something of the same dislike towards  her so each time we see her we wear these sunglasses, blame Sumdac. It’s his idea in the first place. He made the excuse of it being for extreme sun rays whenever he made something similar to the sun.  I put my left hand in front of my eyes. Bumblebee destroyed my pair yesterday after having a tug of war with something I can’t remember.

            “I’m a virus, what can I say?” I said. “I don’t know what it means in your culture but it means a lot of things in my culture. So many things.”  I switch my gaze to my increased width fingers. “Isaac can’t fully explain it to me. I don’t think anyone can.”  Am I a fighting weapon or something weak to be used against the higher heighted-aliens as bait? I can’t revert to my human form, at all. Not at all.

            Beachswiper puts her servos on her hips. “Sumdac tried explaining?”

            “He failed, epically.”

            The femme cybertronian shook her helmet, laughing.  “Organic…in our terminology; A virus inhabiting a cybertronian is one that infects the programming and system files, it can be savage, ravage, and awful on the memories packed in the data-bank.” Her servos crushed together. “They can shut down a living transformer when around them. Organic pets are capable of understanding if this virus holder is nearby, reacting wildly and absurdly. Chasing after them is a fools desire to be killed.  One touch from you is the death of whatever Technologicial based cybertronian or individual.”

            She pointed at me, though, Beachswiper didn’t budge to touch me at all. Almost like I was a disease. “So…I’m a parasite?” I said, hearing Bumblebee come into the living room. “Is that what I am? My programs active meaning I can’t revert to my human form just because of a virus? TELL ME!”

            “Swiper, what did you tell him—“ Bumblebee started, coming forwards as he dropped whatever he brought in. I didn’t have to look to see his optics showing transparent anger and wrath towards her, he honestly sounded as if he did not want me to know what she had  started explaining.

            “What he needed to know.” She hastily replied. Her helmet is directed at me. “You may be a Techno-Organic. Nobody will touch you. They fear for their lives. Only those who are scientists or mad-bots can touch you, since they are equipped before-hand. You may otherwise never be branded. Not ever.”

            Bumblebee gulped.

            “Adam…”

Tears were stinging my eyes.  

“Is…this true?” I can’t believe how hurt I am.   It’s like my stomach had twisted uneblieveably and decided it was my time of the month to experience pain.  Being around these guys is like a roller coaster that never ends. Not for me that is, but it does end for those who get off.

            Bumblebee wore his usual jagggered frown, turning his head away from me.  

“So it’s true!” So that’s why nobody vouched to go out with me.  They knew I was something dangerous for them too. What am I? A weapon or a Techno-Organic quietly being misused and mis-informed.  His optics shut and then re-opened seeing it was a pain just for him to look at me.

            “Not…all of it.” Bumblebee quietly said.

            “TELL ME. YOU KNEW THIS ALL A LONG? I’M NOT JUST A KID WHO FOUND THIS ALLSPARK SHARD THAT SUNK INTO HIS FOOT. BUT. I’M A HOST TO THIS VIRUS THAT SOMEHOW GOT INTO MY BODY THANKS TO THE HEAD-ACHE SCRIPT. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN TO YOU? OH IT MEANS YOU DEAD!”

            “Wait—allspark shard, Foot?” I really screwed him up. “I was not aware about th—“

            My fury at him felt so bottled up.

            “Save your excuses, you aren’t even a partner when you can’t explain what your partner is!”  I said the final word and ran towards the doors.   Bumblebee called out my name;“Adam!”  It didn’t stop me. Not what I had learned can stop me running from the base.  Maybe they knew it in the first place, you know, parents told Sumdac what I could do and sold me out just to save their lives.

   I decided to spend my day in what little way I could; Walking.  No. Running, running from what I had become. Am I supposed to be living my life as a freak and monster who cannot be touched? My signature has been dampered. Isaac does not know where I am or do the two lone lying Autobots back at the base. My fingers are soft tipped.  What does this world have to offer, besides being a freak? Do I cause harm to technology, like Bumblebee and Beachswiper? Can I actually control this? As in killing the machines.

            “Hey Adam!” I stopped in my tracks. Did I just hear Jasmine Flagster call out my name? “Yo Adam. Stop right there, I know you have some involvement with stealing that shower from my parents’ house.”  What should I do? Well there is only one thing I can do at all…which is…drum roll….RUN. So, I did, I ran from Jasmine. Fast as my feet could deliver me in skiing mode. From behind me, Jasmine’s voice still lingers after me showing my speed isn’t too fast for her.         Run boy. Run.

            “A-a-a-Adam, wait up!” I heard her shout after me. I can’t stop. Not ever. From this girl who’s living the dream with a family who cares about her instead not caring for her. My life is the exact opposite of hers. I keep running faster as my legs could deliver me. To me everything became a blur, more like slow motion going over cars and bicycles, vehicles didn’t have a problem with me. Just Jasmine’s pesky snooping. I saw the sign “You have just left Washington D.C.” over my shoulder. “ADAM!” Man, she’s determined as hell! Is this girl a techno-Organic like me or what?

            I had my head turned at her direction. “Are you ever going to stop chasing me?”  I shout back. “You shouldn’t be following me!” zazzeeel  zazeeel  a purple electric field came around lifting me up in the air into a big ball shaped like a bubble. I could see a cybertronian taller than Bumblebee come with a motorcycle-like mech—wait, why does he look dark gray with cracks all over him?  His red visor thing is sinister looking, almost like an evil paranormal thing from the shadows reaching out from the dead. The motorcycle Cybertronian is creepy!

 Oh frag,Jasmine should never had followed me. Not really. The device I had brought me shattered into pieces bringing down my disguise. “Kill the girl,Prowl.”  The cybertronian with a scar told the creepy ninja Cybertronian who nodded. Jasmine’s entire body looks as she is shaking, her eyes completely glowed a light blue and so did her fingertips which turned black.  She staggered back as Prowl came over to her.

“I have been waiting to do this for stellar cycles!” Prowl picked up Jasmine. “Is there others like you? Being part cybertronian that is.” His fingers, I mean digits, were sharper than any Autobot that one made a puncture to the side of her neck. “If you want to live that is.” They were looking at me. Now I’m assuming they mean doing blackmail just so I can live or something, heck, they can just offline me right now. I’m a virus. What’s a Techno-Organic virus? I don’t know. And it sounds just…definitonless. My shoulder’s rolled and my eyes closed.

“NO NO NO NO NO NO!” Jasmine voice is what I heard, something is going on. I do not know what it is, it’s not like I am out of my body. Her voice sounded upset and painfully cruelled in a manner that’s not really able to be described.  My entire body relaxed. I opened my eyes.

            Prowl has the most sinister smile I have ever seen.  Jasmine is trying to struggle in his clutch. “Those humans will be killed, so very painfully and slowly.” The ninjabot said. “And she will watch their slaughter.” The dark gray motorcycle-mech transformed into a double motorcycle thing ripped out from a batman movie. Rope wrapped around Jasmine, covering her mouth. And then a hologram replaced the darkness into a different color being bright and safe enviorment friendly.

      Prowl drove away with a frantic Jasmine.

             “I have so many things to test on you.” The Robot said. “And I know visions won’t be a problem or a Decepticon!”

            Who is this dude?

            “I don’t know what you have planned on me.” I shot back at him. “I’m a virus. So I don’t see how that is not a problem. My body is intergrating into becoming fully cybertronian, can’t you see I can’t revert to my human form? No, you are blind, that’s it!”

            The robot growled. “You won’t taunt me, you slimy-dirty-ugly-Organic.” Is this dude an idiot?  “I am Ratchet, and you are just a worthless-pathetic-piece of Techno Corpse only useful for being a ginny pig test-subject!” His magnets retracted, and then he caught me with both of his large servos. This dude is just plain, bad, and an idiot. He’s worse than Sumdac. I have not heard this much insults in one sentence before; Not from Bumblebee that is. Ratchet transformed into his vehicle mode. I was left strapped to what seems to be a table.

            And for the first time in years, I actually felt scared as I could see the sign to Washington  D.C. fade away from view.  Gulp down that fear Adam, you can handle this, and you are a VIRUS! You are caple-able of figuring your way out of this mess before things get really serious.