Captcha

The longer he looked at it, the less it made sense.

Tilting his head from size to side made no difference and did not help - he didn't understand why Jazz did it.

Speaking of Jazz, wasn't he good with codes?

Thankfully, the mech was already in the room, feet annoyingly on his desk despite all attempts to shove them off, cube in one hand and data pad in the other. Prowl knew better than to think he was reading it.

"Jazz, could you help me with something?"

The mech immediately jumped up, peering over Prowls shoulder to see what he was looking at.

"What's up?"

"This- this code. I can't read it."

Jazz frowned, visor narrowing at the screen. "Ah think it's a captcha code."

"Can you read it?"

"Kinda. Ya might wanna ask a human ta help. Even ma mechs seem ta have a problem readin' it."

Oh no. Prowls doorwings lowered. How embarrassing. He was one of the oldest things on the planet, and he couldn't read a simple image.

Jazz reached over and tapped out a few letters, tutting when they were rejected. Three tries later, he admitted defeat.

"Ya gunna have ta call 'em, Prowler."

Swallowing his pride, Prowl reached for his comm. device.

The human that had been sent to deal with it simply pressed a few keys with a mere glance at the image. "Anything else?" They asked, clearly annoyed that they'd been distracted from whatever they were doing before.

"That'd be all. Thank you." Prowl replied, fighting hard to keep his doorwings in the neutral position as he put the human back on the floor. He was loath to admit it, but he was so embarrassed. Jazz had a grin plastered on his face, seconds away from laughter. Prowl simply glared at him, daring him to start laughing.

"Ya gotta admit, this is kinda funny." Jazz said once the human was gone, way out of earshot.

"I don't see how any of this is funny. It's humiliating."

"Ah know, Ah know, but think about it. The humans are used ta thinkin' of us as bein' intelligent an' all knowin', yet we're unable to read a simple captcha. Somethin' they made."

"They were severely mistaken."

Sensing that Prowl was still sore over the fact he couldn't do something so simple, Jazz decided to drop the subject.

I was talking to my friend about captcha codes the other day and we were both stumped as to whether or not they could read them.

~Llama