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As Ultra Magnus opens his mouth to tell me to slow down, a million thoughts race through my mind. I want to tell him to hurry up already, to get it over with, and to just spit it out so we can be doing something else. But I can't. He wouldn't understand me. None of the others understand the trouble I go through, just to live in their world.
They say I'm the fastest land-based Autobot, but that's not the truth. I'm the fastest Autobot period. It's not arrogance; it's the truth. My speed's just limited by the physical world. If I were to go as fast as I could, I'd rip the atmosphere apart. Every step I take is carefully calculated. If I were to give into my full speed, everything else around me would become indistinct, a blur. I'd rip my friends apart and not even know it.
I guess I do seem impatient to my friends, but they put it down to simple youth or a by-product of being so fast. It's true my speed makes me impatient, but they don't understand why.
The Earth animal, the turtle, is one of the slowest the animals in the universe. People have difficulty comprehending just how slow it is in relationship to everything else. They can't begin to imagine life at a crawl.
To me, the universe is filled with turtles. In the time it takes Magnus to finish this sentence, I could circle Cybertron a hundred times.
Every syllable seems to take an eternity. Every word is agonizingly slow. In the time it takes for someone to finish a sentence, it might as well have been as though a year has past.
I have to concentrate to make sense of the world around me. I have to force my perceptions to keep track of things so that, while I never quite get to see them the way they actually happen, it's a lot closer than it could be.
The way I talk, it's very hard to understand me. But if I were to talk the way I really could, no one would ever be able to make any sense of anything I say; it'd just be high pitched beep. I feel like I'm only saying a word once a year, but it's worth it, to be understood.
The others tend to believe I don't think, that I rush into things, and that I don't consider my options. They're wrong. Before they've even decided to move, I've considered things a million times over. I've thought out, on average, sixteen thousand different possible courses of action. I just don't always make the right choice: it's hard for me to tell what slower beings will do sometimes.
I love my speed. I love being the fastest thing in creation. It's something special, something that's mine. It's something no other Transformer can hold a candle to. But there are days I'd give it all up, just to be able to lead a more normal life.
Hmmm. Looks like Magnus finally got through with his first word.
As Ultra Magnus opens his mouth to tell me to slow down, a million thoughts race through my mind. I want to tell him to hurry up already, to get it over with, and to just spit it out so we can be doing something else. But I can't. He wouldn't understand me. None of the others understand the trouble I go through, just to live in their world.
They say I'm the fastest land-based Autobot, but that's not the truth. I'm the fastest Autobot period. It's not arrogance; it's the truth. My speed's just limited by the physical world. If I were to go as fast as I could, I'd rip the atmosphere apart. Every step I take is carefully calculated. If I were to give into my full speed, everything else around me would become indistinct, a blur. I'd rip my friends apart and not even know it.
I guess I do seem impatient to my friends, but they put it down to simple youth or a by-product of being so fast. It's true my speed makes me impatient, but they don't understand why.
The Earth animal, the turtle, is one of the slowest the animals in the universe. People have difficulty comprehending just how slow it is in relationship to everything else. They can't begin to imagine life at a crawl.
To me, the universe is filled with turtles. In the time it takes Magnus to finish this sentence, I could circle Cybertron a hundred times.
Every syllable seems to take an eternity. Every word is agonizingly slow. In the time it takes for someone to finish a sentence, it might as well have been as though a year has past.
I have to concentrate to make sense of the world around me. I have to force my perceptions to keep track of things so that, while I never quite get to see them the way they actually happen, it's a lot closer than it could be.
The way I talk, it's very hard to understand me. But if I were to talk the way I really could, no one would ever be able to make any sense of anything I say; it'd just be high pitched beep. I feel like I'm only saying a word once a year, but it's worth it, to be understood.
The others tend to believe I don't think, that I rush into things, and that I don't consider my options. They're wrong. Before they've even decided to move, I've considered things a million times over. I've thought out, on average, sixteen thousand different possible courses of action. I just don't always make the right choice: it's hard for me to tell what slower beings will do sometimes.
I love my speed. I love being the fastest thing in creation. It's something special, something that's mine. It's something no other Transformer can hold a candle to. But there are days I'd give it all up, just to be able to lead a more normal life.
Hmmm. Looks like Magnus finally got through with his first word.