The Will To Go On
This came out of somewhere in the back of my mind. I have no idea...I just wrote it ...jo is my middle name...and Montgomery is my maiden name...so I guess...she's me. kinda..
Chapter 1:Sunrise
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I think of him in distant memories, of the nights in the car. Having no other place to go than an abandoned parking lot at 11 PM. It's odd sometimes how love is, that fire and that passion that just fuels you to start. The respect and devotion that keeps the flame kindled thought the rest of your life. It is true among the robot species too. Many human words can be used to describe them. Devoted, courageous, and compassionate; All these things mean that they are more like us than we would like to think. Closer to human than machine; identical to us, spark to heart.
I don't know what draws me out every morning to see their leader rise up out of their base and greet the morning sun. It's not like he can have a cup of coffee in the morning like the rest of us do. I know he notices me, I am here every day. This day is like no other, he stands he pulls air into his intakes, and he turns to face the sun.
I've been watching him do it for six months now, six days a week. The seventh day I'm not sure about, I don't work here at the facility so I do not see him. Part of me likes to think it is the same as every other day, he rises, he sighs, and he faces the sun
This Monday I almost missed him. I ran from the parking lot to the back fence and scaled it easy, making my way through the brush to my rock, a large rock outside the base I would sit on before work. Prime was already looking out at the sunset. I crawled up onto the rock and he turned and looked at me. Seems he had noticed I was gone as well.
He gave me a nod. I was not sure of what it meant exactly so I took it as a greeting. I did the same back to him. I think for the first time we were happy that we had our schedules planned out. If there was one thing we could count on, it was for 6 days a week at dawn we would be outside together.
I am shocked that for the first time in six months the being is walking towards me. He's taking rather careful steps, finding a spot to kneel down before me. "Why do you come here every day my friend?" He asks me. I blink not quite knowing how to answer his question.
"Honestly," I start to gather my head. "I'm honestly not sure…" I turn my head to the sunrise "It gives me peace."
"I am Optimus Prime." I know that, why does he tell people that constantly. Sure we don't have a memory bank, but still come on…walking talking twenty two foot tall semi truck with a sword. We all know your name.
"I am Josephine Montgomery." I smile up to him. "But you can call me Jo."
"It is a pleasure to meet you Jo, I hope to see you for many more mornings to come."
"As do I Optimus Prime." I looked over his frame. He was massive. I couldn't believe just how intricate he was. So well designed.
"What is your function on this base?"
"I'm a strike team coordinator." I stood I was wearing my uniform, but I reached up pulling down my hat.
"Similar to the human known as Epps." I nodded.
"Very." I stood up on the rock and looked at prime "I work closely with his team I am their weapon technician." His eyebrow rose. I didn't know what to think.
"Ironhide would like you." I blinked and tried to remember which of the others he was talking about. Prime could see the frustration on my face. "Big, black, has a lot of cannons." I lifted a hand nodding quietly.
"Gotcha…" I smiled. "The rude pickup truck…" Prime laughed a bit.
"He can be a bit brass but I assure you he's harmless." I shot prime a look at his statement. "Ok so he's not harmless per say." I laughed and smiled.
"I have to go report in now…I will see you tomorrow." I smiled and jumped down off the rock and started to make my way back into the base.
"Tomorrow it is then." Prime stood tall and watched me enter the base. I didn't know what had just happened but I was glad it did. It was nice to have someone to talk to, who wasn't a 20 year old kid.