Simulations

Summary: 'Bot's playing games? that's unheard of, or is it?

A/N: I got the idea from someone posting „play a game"-stories. This one-shot is set in the TF07-verse but no special story-line.

Enjoy ;)

A/N2: re-post because of mangled tilte last time

Disclaimer: I don't own nuthin' ... especially not the characters used in this fiction.

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„Hy, watch'a do'in there, boys?" Tracks enters the Arc's command center. Their old battleship had been brought to earth by Jetfire and Wheeljack.

„Hi, Tracks.", Sam answers.

„It's a game.", Miles adds joyfully. „And I win." With a smooth move from his controller his avatar executes a finishing move.

„FATALITIY!! PLAYER 2 WINS!!" the speakers shout.

„What is a game?" Ironhide arrives lured in by the electronic voice booming through the open doors.

Sam thinks a moment then answers. „It's like a simulation. You control an avatar of sorts and battle with it against an opponent. In this case Miles."

„Who in this case is victorious. Ugh, ugh!"

„Why? Simulations can reveal the outcome of such an encounter." The black Mech seems kind of confused. „If you give me the specs on your battle-programming I could calculate it for you."

„But we don't have any Battle-Programming."

„'Sides that would be no fun, would it?" Miles explains beween two special moves of his character.

„Fun?", a low demanding but ever-so friendly voice sounds from outside the room.

'Oh great, now Optimus found out.', Sam begins to shrink in his seat.

„What is going on here?" The Autobot leader seems a little annoyed over the noise.

„I've just kicked a giant computer's arse!" Miles shouts, pointing with his finger at the ten feet measuring Chun Li, joyfully hopping and bouncing around a defeated Blanka, who was controlled by Tracks at this time.

„Darn this is hard." the blue 'Bot remarks. „Let me see the manual and then a re-match."

„See 'Hide, would have a simulation brought up this outcome?", Sam tries to ignore the fact that they might be grounded from entering the base any minute now.

Optimus knew that his human companions liked their play and let them. It's not that the Decepticons would attack just this minute. And if they were, well, then he still could ban them from the ships tactical computer. Ironhide on the other hand still tried to wind his logic processor around Miles, the weak human sparkling defeating the battle-prooven scout Tracks.

„C'mon, 'Hide. Try it. Or are you scared of my leet skillz?"

'Pit, why not, I'm not too old to learn some new battle tactics now, am I?', the weapon specialist thinks and nods.

When hours later Sam and Miles had gone home eating, sleeping and returned, Ironhide and Tracks were still battling on in the game.

„By now they must have unlocked every move out there. They were battling all night."

„And, who won?"

„I am confused. Tracks would never stand a chance against me in a real battle." Tracks agreed with a dry nod. „But on this leveled ground he actually defeated me in over 66.8%. It was satisfying though."

„See, you can't simulate fun. You have it."