Thank you for your reviews and patience. It was a bit difficult to come back. I don't know if it's because of life or my writing has really been in the mills. I'm thinking of getting a beta though which is a great idea that can help me with editing my stories.

Enjoy the story and have fun this summer.

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There was one thing Joyce did not think she needed was was a babysitter to watch her every move. They said they were appointing a new guardian for her and she thought it would be Bumblebee. It was not. It was Prowl. Prowl was their security officer and she didn't like him right off the bat. He was so authoritative and stiff. She really didn't feel like ticking him off either.

She drifted off as he rambled some new rules to her.

"First-You will follow-" Prowl was droning on and on about rules and her attention span tuned him out.

"Sure. Sure." She said. "I will follow you everywhere."

"Excuse me, human?" Prowl asked.

"Oh? Um. Nothing."

"You said something." Prowl didn't know whether or not she was being smart. "Listen here, you little human fleshing. I don't like this anymore than you do. So don't get under my afterburners." Prowl gave a warning. "I can throw in you the brig for anything you don't do."

"Whatever." Joyce said. "Try it and I'll make sure you have a desk job." She didn't know he did have a desk job and spent a long time sitting behind banks of monitors.

"I have a desk job, fleshing. Now, are you going to stop being a pest and tell me what I just told you."

Joyce rolled her eyes. "Do everything you say to do or else you're going to throw me into the brig?"

Prowl gave her a look with his flashing blue optics. "Hopeless. How can you expect to live as a species if you cannot do what you're told?!"

"I'm hopeless?!" Joyce exclaimed. "I'm not the ones who decided that Earth was yours instead of ours! Before you came, we were fine."

"Were you really? Let me tell you something. Before we came, there were wars, poverty, germ-warfare, terrorism, and riots."

"And there still is." Joyce said. "When were you ever going to step in?! You stay tucked in your lovely military base without venturing out, learning about the world I live in."

It was true. None of them really understood the lives humans. They only did the morning and evening speeches. It was just a broadcast.

"Do you honestly think you know us?" Joyce asked as he fell into silence. "I take that as a no. Maybe you need to learn about humans before judging us."

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Prowl didn't question her further as he drove down the street, with his passenger in the passenger seat. She was staring out the window blank look on her face as he drove to the first grocery store. There were many cars and this time, he blared his sirens. It alerted Joyce of what he was going to do and she sat up in her seat, no longer a blank face. The humans paused to look at the cop car and then ran to their cars. Prowl didn't hesitate and used his loudspeaker. "Halt. Freeze. No one move."

The humans didn't stop running to their cars. However, a quick re-programming did the trick and they were locked out of their cars. "Who is the human responsible for spreading lies about Joyce Miller?" His passenger looked around, but he knew they couldn't see in.

"That'd be Marty. The grocery store manager." A woman finally said. "He's that guy over there. He refuses certain people and I wish he would get out of town. He's hateful and rude. He fired me from the store today."

"Then you should be go home and wait for a call from us." Prowl said. "We may have use for you."

"Thank you. Some of us say good things about the Autocons. Others are bitter. Be careful with Marty. He is armed with a shotgun." She walked to her car and he programmed all the cars except for Marty's car. This time the man would not leave.

"Shotgun bullets tickle me." He said as he observed her and the grocery store. When the others realize he wasn't there to hurt them, they went back to get their rations. "Joyce? Tell me. This is the norm?"

"Well, yes." She said. "Do shotgun bullets really tickle you?"

"No. It was a joke."

"Ah." Joyce watched the people and then everyone left. Then Marty came out of the store. He was well fed, had piercing blue eyes, and short brown hair. It was time for action because when Prowl growled, it was. Prowl rarely growled at any human, but this time, he was showing his Autocon authority. "You're not going to go over there are you?"

"Indeed I am." He drove over to Marty, revving his engine. "Marty! You are under arrest for anti-machine activities."

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