Authors Note: I DON"T OWN THE TRANSFORMERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But! I do own the right to mess with them and their heads if I want to. Which I do. It's fun, I recogmend it.
Gaze didn't know that she had met an Autobot. All she knew was that it was amazing luck to find a truck in the middle of nowhere. What was confusing was the fact that the truck in question was a big rig. Gaze didn't put much thought into it though, she was just glad that it was there and that she could get out of the rain.
Entering the truck was no big deal, as the owner of it had left it unlocked.
Weird… thought Gaze as she climbed into the cab.
Oh well, it's not like she was going to steal the truck, just sleep in it. Gaze shivered. The rain was uncommonly cold for this time of year and she had been soaked through to the bone by the time she had found the viewpoint and the big rig. Suddenly, the air got noticeably warmer. Gaze put her hand to the air vent and could feel warmed air being pumped through it. The heat was on.
Slightly weirded out by this, but still unwilling to go back out in the rain, she sat back in the front seat and looked around the inside of eighteen-wheeler. It appeared normal enough. Gaze had never been inside a truck like this before, unless you counted a moving van, so it's not like she could have noticed anything out the ordinary. There was a sleeping area behind the seats, but it was bare of any bed linens or things of that nature.
"So our owner doesn't like to sleep in you eh?"
Gaze asked out loud to the truck. She felt foolish, but it was better to talk to herself then listen to all the silence.
"I don't understand why," She continued, "I mean, it's cheaper then a motel, and better then camping." she chuckled. "Anything's better then camping."
Gaze reached into the bag that was on her back and pulled out a pair of damp clothes.
"I suppose you wouldn't mind me changing out of these wet clothes eh? I would hate to drip on the leather."
With out waiting for a reply that she knew wasn't going to come, she peeled away the sodden layer of material and pulled on the damp clothes.
"Well, it's not dry, but it's better then smelling like wet dog I suppose."
Gaze patted the steering wheel for good measure.
"Ya know," she started, taking out a can of spam and a fork," This isn't how my life was suppose to end up."
Opening the spam she continued," Nope, by the time I was 15, I was suppose to be a famous teen fiction writer, living in the lap of luxury, eating the best that Paris could offer. Not eating cold spam out of the can in the middle of nowhere inside a big rig!"
Finishing the SPAM, she pulled out a canteen and took a swig of the liquid inside of it.
"Nope, not at all. But I suppose that when you factor in my house burning to the ground, my parents dying in a car crash, and my dog getting ran over, I should have known my plan was out the window flying somewhere over Georgia." The female grinned sardonically. "And now I've gone crazy talking to an Auto!"
Sighing, the girl reached into her bag and pulled out a pack of Pall Malls. Glancing around the cab, she said, in mock consideration, "You mind if I smoke?"
As if to say, yes I do mind, the heat that had been slowly but surly filtering into the cab cut off at that moment. Gaze didn't notice however, as she was too busy looking for a light,
It was as she found the lighter in question that Gaze noticed just how cold it had gotten again. Putting her hand to the vent to check that the heat had indeed been stopped, Gaze sat beck in the seat and started to put 2 and 2 together. Thing was, the answer was anything but 4.
If shivering results in heat, thought Gaze, staring at the dashboard, then that means the rig felt me shiver. It knew I was cold. Pulling out my smokes results in no heat, as if the auto does mind that I smoke…But then that means the rig must have a type of brain, a type of A.I.
"But that's impossible!" Whispered Gaze to herself.
Not really, a small voice from the back of Gaze's mind whispered. Think about it. Technology is getting more and more advanced with each passing day. Why can't a truck, any mode of transportation for that matter, have Artificial Intelligence?
"Rubbish!" Gaze exclaimed loudly. "Trucks don't have brains. We're not in a George Lucas movie. Or Knight Rider." The girl giggle that the media reference from before her time.
"You're not Kip are you?" She asked, but while saying that, she carefully put the cigarettes back in her bag. "Happy?" She waited for the heat to come back on but it didn't. Gaze was starting to feel the cold creep into her bones once more but she held onto her stony faced façade for a few more minutes before giving in.
"Fine!" She said, exasperated." What will make the lord Auto happy?"
She had said this not expecting the vehicle to answer, but answer the vehicle did. The window started to slowly roll itself down of it's own accord. Gaze watched bug-eyed as it crept to its fully open position.
"Holy Crap!" She exclaimed softly. "I'm in Satan's 18-wheeler!" She glanced back the dash and jumped at the sight of the glowing blue dials. At her exclamation, a low roll of thunder started. Or was that the engine? The truck started to shake as well
The Engine!
The human quickly threw out the pack of Pall Malls out the open window, which then immediately started it's journey up. The heat was back on too. Yet the rumbling continued.
A thought crossed Gaze's mind at that time, a crazy thought indeed, but no crazier then the thought that a automobile could control it's own heat and windows. Was it truck perhaps, laughing?
"Are you laughing at me?" questioned Gaze, feeling a bit miffed. The glowing dials got brighter and, if you could hear under the engine, there did seem to be a laughter going on. "You are laughing at me!
The girl sat back in her seat and just stared at the windshield. The glowing started to dim and the rumbling laugher stopped. The truck stopped shaking as well. The human girl sat back in the seat for a few seconds more before stating slowly," What the hell was in those brownies I bought at that college bake sale?"