Discovery

Betsy tried her best to cry, to yell for her family. Misery settled into her heart as she watched the building go out of her sight and she said her final goodbyes. Goodbye to her Mom, the most reliable and still annoying mother she could ever wish for. Goodbye to her Father, whose patience was limitless when he was with her. Goodbye to everything she had ever come to know. But now that she was leaving everything, what was going to happen to her? Betsy watched the scenery as she went past, everything becoming a blur. She had only really started paying attention when the truck that was pulling her slowed down and went down an unpaved road. Betsy quickly read the sign that was posted near the entrance of the road. 'Junk Yard'.

"Why am I at a junk yard?"

The truck suddenly stopped, and from the corner of her vision she saw a fat gutted man, unshaved, talking to another in the booth to the entrance of the yard.

"Hey Bud. What you got there?" The man from the booth asked.

"Just a banged up car from the Terrorist Site, Bill."

"Wait, ya mean that car dealership building that blew up last night?"

"Yeah, that's the one Bill. This perty thing was going to be taken for investigation you know, since the girl got smashed against it, but they decided it was a waste of time because of the freak storm last night. Washed away any evidence they could get."

"That's too bad. The thing was practically brand new ya know."

"Hey, a girl died in a terrorist attack and yer feelin sorry for a damn red Audi car?"

"It's my job Bud."

"Job my ass…"

"Okay, okay, don't get ruffled. Just put her in that empty space over there? You know, where that large broken mirror is?"

"Gotcha Bill. Hey wanna go out for a drink tonight?"

Betsy felt herself being tugged again and then placed exactly where Bill told Bud to put her. Uneasily, Betsy looked over to where the broken mirror was. Staring back at her was a banged up red Audi. She had dents all over her, paint was almost non existent, and she wasn't even going to think about the wax. She had become a car. An Audi that had been in the room before she felt the pain of something impacting on her. How did she become a car?! Did it have something to do with how she was being 'ripped' apart? Questions plagued her mind as it started to question her sanity. How could she become a car? What was going to happen to her? Will she be used for scrap? Will they put her in some machine and crush her into a mesh of metal? Was this how her life was fated to be? To be trapped in a car, a puppet of mankind?

A thought seeped into her devastated mind. She could feel the pebbled earth beneath her tires. The damp and musty air intoxicating the yard. She could hear the birds in nearby trees chirp in the morning air. If she could still use senses then could she still possibly be alive, so to speak? If she was then that could mean that it was possible for her to move on her own. She could control her new self.

Betsy squeaked in surprise, or what she thought was a squeak, as she realized how easy it was. It was a simultaneous reaction. If she wanted to open her doors, they would open. She could lock them, she could put down her windows, she could turn on her lights. It was as easy as having a human body again. But she didn't have any gas.

She was to remain in the junk yard until something happened to her. Her heart sunk as she realized how long she would have to wait for an opportunity to be free. That night, as if to make everything worse, it rained.

Through out the 1st week, Betsy tried to be able to work everything in her new body. It wasn't until she tried to listen to the radio that she figured out that she could receive, make, and send out signals. She almost giggled in delight when she figured out how to get connected to the internet. Out of boredom Betsy would screw Bill's television and watch as he cussed it out every time it froze. Then she would do it to his radio.

Betsy started to tamper with her signals and accidentally triggered a scan. She kept still as she felt herself being scanned from inside. Her vision clouded as the schematics of her car self showed up. She was a red Audi Locus. She was a bit baffled to how an Audi Locus got into the retailer ship. How the heck did Mr. Freeman get his hands on one of those babies? But it wasn't this simple fact that caught her curiosity; it was the information clinging next to her visual picture. Everything that she needed to know about herself was right in her vision. Her engine, her spark rate, her… wait, spark rate? Rescanning the specified area she felt her heart tickle or what was supposed to be a heart in her chest cavity. It was called a spark the schematics told her. Her life source, her soul in a solid form. It could send out signals, receive them, and bond with others if chosen.

"Bond with others…?"

Her vision started to change as soon as her thought clouded her mind. A … file turned up and opened for her. A list popped up and Betsy started to read, a familiar presence slowly seeped from it.

Cybertronian Femme Schematics: Extras

Allspark armor/metal used in specific systems. Nerve systems and sensory systems.-

No residue of power applicable to metal.-

That was it. Only 3 sentences contained in the file and already questions started to haunt her. Cybertronian…what was that supposed to mean? And Allspark metal…? Confusion hit like a wave shattering the shore of her sanity.

-BEEP-

Her questions halted and she paid attention to her vision once again as she noticed a new box with a WARNING sign.

Systems upgrade complete. Preparing to function protoform and armor. All systems functional and applicable. Have a nice day!-

Her vision faded and the sudden realization of what system upgrade completed actually meant hit her like a wrecking ball. Her senses where off the chart! She was listening to cars honk on the freeway approximately 5 miles away, she could feel the vibrations of people walking across the street and could tell exactly how much they weighed and what age they were, even the slightest breeze alerted her to new smells. All her senses, minus one, had been severely heightened. The only one not affected was her ability to see. The input of information was so vast that instead of fighting it Betsy let it flow endlessly into her mind. At first she thought that her head would implode, but slowly she began to understand her senses and slowed down the ebb of information. Her mind unconsciously putting them into separate categories.

"At least I have something to keep me busy until something else happens." Betsy thought.