[OPEN - VIDEO]

[reborn_in_fire]

[He doesn't remember having been put in a stasis pod. The last pod he'd been in had been the result of nearly being deactivated by Turmoil, and that isn't a memory he wants to dwell overmuch on.]

[There's something all too familiar about this situation, especially since it seems all too strange at the same time. Even moreso when he manages to make it outside the ship and spots the bombed out city.]

[This is the face of weary disappointment. It might not be very obvious, since 1) it's a robotic face, and 2) it's a stoic robotic face, but Perceptor does sigh.]

So. Where have I ended up now? Clearly not Cybertron.

[Curiously, he seems to understand exactly what the communicator system is about. He looks resigned.]

Comments

[video]

[buckingauthority]

There's this little thing called heuristic learning. We don't follow algorithmic protocols, or need to get firmware upgrades, we're constantly changing and evolving already, adapting to our environment. That's what being human is all about. If it's a flaw, it's one I'll wear with pride.

[video]

[reborn_in_fire]

[Oh, if the irony were any thicker, he'd choke on it. Fortunately, he doesn't need to breathe.]

Your species does not own the patent on heuristic learning. Mine perfected it before yours managed to drag itself upright.

[video]

[buckingauthority]

Maybe in your universe, pal. But in mine? We created you. If it weren't for us, you wouldn't even exist to get mouthy with me. So yeah, we do own the patent on heuristic learning where I come from.

[video]

[reborn_in_fire]

Your species developed an entirely alien race. [That's the tones of bored disbelief.]

Your race may have developed machines, however, your species did not create my race, neither in your universe, nor in mine.