Alright Dudes and Dudettes, It's been fuck loads of time since my last update and let me just say that I'm sorry about the delay. I've been in a bit of a tiff and crap kept happening to me. I should been writing more often now, but I really need to get one of those date holding thingies that you can store stuff on. And I would get one if I remembered what they were called and if I had money. Yeah….money would be such a nice thing to have at the moment. Which reminds me: I don't own the various robots, humans; I don't even own a car. But that's a lie, I have a 93 Mitsubishi Eclipse and I love it! Only own Gaze.

Oh! And This is the shortest chapter I have ever written in my life, but after this day I'm going away till the fourth and I wont have any computer accessibility at all, I'm so sorry for the delay!!!!

Ratchet pulled up to the look out point turn off just as Bee raced pasted him, trying to get away from the look out as fast as his 200 horse power could get him.

Odd… the medical robot thought as he turned onto the dirt road that led to the cliff. The modified H2 Medical Hummer silently pulled up next to his fellow Autobot, the weapons expert Ironhide.

Why are you still in your hidden form? He radioed over to Ironhide.

Watching them. Ironhide rolled forward on his wheels a few inches. It's actually really funny

Averting his attention from the truck to the area in front of them, Ratchet had to admit the scene was funny. About 50-60 feet in front of the two Autobots still in hiding, was their proud leader, Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, defender of the weak, arguing with the human male Sam. The huge Autobot was stooped on his knees, crouching down so he and Sam would be eye level, and the boy was standing as tall as he could, his hands placed defiantly on his hips. And indeed, it was funny, watching the leader get on his hands and knees to talk to the boy.

What are they arguing over? Ratchet radioed, still watching the heated battle of words that was between the two in of him.

I don't know…replied Ironhide but I think it has something to do with her.

He opened the door opposite to Ratchet, who slowly and quietly, as to not disturb the bickering couple, backed up and went around the weapons expert.

Sam called her a street rat. Ironhide added just as Ratchets headlights fell upon the girl in question. a homeless person.

The girl was facing away from the medic and was in a crumpled heap, balled up, as if trying to reserve as much heat in her body as she could. Ratchet took a quick temperature reading of the surrounding area. 78 degrees Fahrenheit, a perfectly acceptable temperature for humans. The girl's body temp however was so low it shocked the medic, 84 degrees. The girl should have been dead.

Ironhide, have you checked this girl out yet?

No, Ironhide replied, looking over at Ratchet. Should I have?

Ratchet sighed. No, I suppose not.

Intrigued by the girl whose body temperature meant death for other humans yet who continued to survive; the medical officer widened his scans, and was continually surprised by what he found. The girl's heart was double the size of a normal human's heart, and all her organs, including the engorged heart, seemed to be made of a metal-like substance. And something else was wrong. All her cells seemed off somehow, as if someone attempted to create a human out of a computer program and the results didn't work and each cell was like a battery, giving off its own power. She seemed to be giving off a small magnetic field as well, much like the ones the Autobots created so they wouldn't be detected on radar if they wished it.

Ratchet decided that it was time to transform into his real form and disturb the entertainment to tell them of his findings.