A/N: Oh lookie here! An update! Let me know if you have any suggestions/alterations to make to the last two chapters… and the first two chapters. I've been slightly busy with school and.. well other things/personal issues, but that shouldn't keep me from updating every few days slash once a day, heck, maybe even twice. It depends how I feel. So once more unto the breach my friends.
It was Sunday as the humans called it, and the human children were absent for they attended a different educational service known as church. Jack attempted to explain it to me last cycle. As he put it, "We go to church to learn about God," he said.
"And who is… God?" I replied with a question, imitating the syllables made by the young man before me.
"God is the creator of the universe. And he sent His Son, Jesus Christ, to save us from our sins, because we were helpless without Him," he answered me. I was rather confused, for our kind had never pondered the beginning.
"Do all humans believe as such?" I returned with a question.
"No, not all of them. Those who believe that creation didn't happen by chance and that there isn't a supreme Being in charge of it all," Raf had said.
"I see," I had said. I went off to find Ratchet. Back in current time, he was in the Medical bay working on something important probably. Arcee was reading a data pad, Bulkhead was on patrol along with Bumblebee. Optimus was busy deciphering the Iacon database. Three micro-kliks later, he turned around, having had decoded a new set of coordinates. The Autobots bar Ratchet left the base. And he was clearly busy with... somethingorother. I was left to my own devices, and I had to find a source of entertainment.
The humans often gather around that... box, I thought to myself. I went over to the small box and pushed one of the buttons. It clicked and whirred, then sprang to life. It displayed images of their planet. I had apparently turned it to view announcements to the public, for a woman was in front of the viewing screen, relaying information. She pointed behind her and I saw large masses of water, much more than should be on land, I speculated.
"The typhoon has continued its path of destruction, and many are seeking cover to higher ground. The United States has already offered help for when this large storm has passed. There is an estimated four-billion dollars in damage already, and the storm has only just hit the island yesterday. Scientists say it's a category four typhoon, lucky for the island it wasn't worse," the reporter said to the recorder. I felt a dragging in my chest for these poor people left homeless by the large storm. I concentrated, thinking only of the storm, and felt a tugging in my gut. I opened my eyes to see an astonished reporter as sun shined down upon her.
"It appears we have hit the eye of the storm already, days ahead of schedule. What?" She said, taking a paper and having a short conversation to a man that had appeared on screen next to her.
"Scientists are saying that the storm has completely disappeared," she said, looking up to see the bright blue skies above her.
"It appears this act of nature has been stopped short for no apparent reason. Does... anyone have an explanation?" She said looking behind the camera. I smiled slightly.
If only they knew. I thought as I walked over to Ratchet.
"Anything I can do to help?" I asked the CMO.
"Nothing at the moment. Well, actually, you could fetch me the particle reader over there. It's on the medical berth," he replied not turning from his work.
I searched for a minute until locating it. Now, locating it, and moving it, were two different things. Given that this particular instrument had to be at least five hundred pounds, and twenty feet off the ground.
"Um... Ratchet, I have a slight problem... or two," I said. He turned to see me jumping up and down at the base of the berth.
"Ah, I forgot. I apologize," he stated. He reached over and picked it up with ease and returned to his work. "Why don't you go find Miko or Jack?" He asked.
"They're at... church," I said, struggling to remember the word, "Remember?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes yes. Could you... go... help... someone- Primus, I don't know. Just go watch television or something? You're talking too loud," he complained.
"I'm hardly talking at all," I observed.
"Well you're thinking too loud. Please, return to that wonderful box that provides endless entertainment for humans," he mumbled as he turned to the console. I shrugged, and turned to the small box. I flipped a few dials and it changed its display. I kept turning the knob until I found something that looked interesting, well, I should say caught my eye. I knew most everything on the education channels, but entertainment was a new concept to me. As I listened, it appeared they were playing music.
If nautical nonsense be something you wish, then lie on the deck and flop like a fish!
The television played. "Well that's interesting, and slightly engrossing," I said to myself. I changed the channel again to find a viewing labeled Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes. "If they're so mighty, why have I not been informed of them. And surely they could not defeat the Autobots, or any Cybertronian for that matter." I turned the knob again. "Perhaps I should find something that is education of this planet. I could stand to know more," I said as I came upon a showing labeled, Animal Planet. I pondered this name for a minute, then turned my attention towards the box. It spouted information about creatures of the sea, and of the land. Then it turned to animals of the air, and things speculated in space. As I watched, I lost track of the time. As the topic changed from Earth, to the other planets in the solar system, I watched intently. I had a passion for space and its content. Finally, it returned to the sea, and I turned the box off.
"I can see why the humans find this educational and entertaining," I said to the medic, who was treating Arcee. Apparently, the Autobots and children had returned. "I certainly did loose track of time," I mumbled, then turned my attention to the kids.
"How was church?" I asked Jack.
"It was great. Our pastor – er, teacher, that is, preached Sinners in the Hand of an Angry God, a well known sermon among history. It had most of the audience sobbing and repenting today. We all cried. Well, I know I did," he said, informing me of his afternoon.
"I am glad you had a good time. I found interest of your television. It proved quite informative," I responded.
"Good, good. It's fun to watch," he said. "Well I'm going to go check on Arcee. See you later, Lot," he said, walking off to the medical bay.
"And you too, Jack." I was left to my own devices, and after breems of television, I decided to rest my eyes.
A/N
I hoped you enjoyed the chapter. ...And I have no idea what to talk about. I personally can't see why people have so much to put in Author's notes. Anyway.