The Diego Diaries: Around 1 (423) edited
-0-Around
Their district unit gathered at Substation #4 to wait for their day shift counterparts. It had been a relatively light evening with the odd drunk and a fight or two the heaviest business. For a city as large as theirs with all of their mixed groups coinciding together, they had an incredible amity anyway.
"When is Springer and Drift coming home?" Lon asked as he signed out of work.
"They're back. I saw them land last night," another mech said. "Come on, kid. Let's get breakfast."
They turned and the group walked out passing their counterparts with jokes and hand slaps. On the street, they turned heading toward The Pit Stop near the airport. Passing them heading toward the rec room the Beta shift of Ops Center made their way through the shift change crowds. Bots went into the subways and out of them passing those they knew and total strangers. It would be about a couple of joors before the morning crowd of genitors worked their way down from their aeries to the stations.
Then the crowds would be impressive.
A bus filled with humans slowly drove along Metroplex 1 passing the Administrative Plaza of the massive mechanism Metroplex. They looked everywhere as they sat in tiered seats, their habitat suits keeping them safe. Lon looked at them and smiled. He waved and they waved back snapping his image on their flashing cameras until they were past. He grinned and followed along with the older bots as they reached the corner of Metroplex 2 and Cultural Center Road. They turned right and crossed heading for the cafe and food.
-0-Up there
"Blue."
"What?"
"I have to go to the studio. Will you and Sideswipe take care of the kids?"
Bluestreak looked up from the berth where he had been sleeping soundly, Sideswipe half splayed across him in his own recharge. "Okay. Are they up?"
"No. Not yet," Sunstreaker said softly. He nodded and turned glancing into the corner. "Come on, Dawg and Bob."
The two jumped up and scuttered over, their affect utterly happy and ready to go. He petted both, then turned and let himself out, the two following behind. He had their leashes in subspace but only put on Bob's. He was still assimilating his sense of safety and the idea of him bolting into the street and getting hit was still possible. They disappeared into an elevator.
-0-At the University
The cleaning crews finished, then went downstairs to go home. Their shift was graveyard, the only time at the University that classes weren't scheduled. They were a congenial group, a private company, Mars Citywide Sanitation, Inc. that managed the University and school system among other things. Work was over all around their work sites and the families that had formed the company would be heading for home. It was a good job for night owls.
-0-Hub a dub dub
The shift changed at the munition hubs, night crews briefing the schedule and appointments with the day shift. Callow stood by the door and waited as three big Seekers stepped out to go off shift. He was the Master of the Hub during the day shift, the hub under the city of Luna and he managed the needs of almost 45,000 individual professional soldiers and Home Guardsmen.
What the hub masters had also decided to do was forward a petition to honor a request to organize shooting clubs for civilians who had wanted to learn the use of guns but had no time to serve. There was an entire structure being formulated for different groups for different places and even competitions. All it took was approval from the Council/Committee this morning. It was a shoe-in their 'source' had told them.
Jazz would know.
-0-Speaking of Jazz
He came out of the berth room drying his chassis with a towel. Mirage was standing by the monitor checking the overnight downloads. There were many. "Hey. You wanna cook somethin' or are we going out?"
"You need to ask?" Mirage asked with a slight patrician smirk.
Jazz grinned, then walked to the table where dozens of datapads, data bricks and a specialized computer sat working through material input the night before. He checked the screen, then paused. Mirage who had turned to go to the berth room himself paused as well. "What?"
"New data," Jazz said sitting to input commands. "Interesting."
Mirage walked over and sat beside him. "I would say so."
-0-At the dojo
A group of youngling mechs were stretching and moving through exercises designed to help them be limber, more body aware and stronger. It didn't seem reasonable to some that stretching this way and that accomplished all those benefits but the instructors were adamant. For the first part of the morning, the dojo would teach classes to willing students, some of them very good at what they were learning.
Kup who was sitting nearby waiting for Hot Rod and Jolt to show up watched. It was graceful and smart. He had learned more arts of war and living than most over the orns and he liked what he saw. It was all good.
Jolt walked in and sat. "Did you sleep here all night?"
"No," Kup said rising. "I have a home to go to. What about you, youngling?" he asked as Jolt arose as well.
"Me too," Jolt said with a smile. "By the way, Roddy is on Io for three decaorns."
Kup grinned slightly. "That will teach him to frag with Dev. Anyone fool enough to underestimate that bot deserves what they get."
Jolt laughed, then nodded. "Come on. Everyone is waiting for us at Club Cybertron." They walked out together.
-0-In the bosom of love
She sat on the floor holding a 'cellphone' that she had seen on the coffee table. She had a play one at school that was one of her favorite toys. She picked this one up and after fumbling around got it to run. It did what it was supposed to do. It hooked into the system, then the satellites, then all the various communications systems on Mars.
And Earth.
And Io.
And Charon.
And Enceladus.
And …
"Ring, ring, ring. Hello?"
"Hello. I am Hero. Who are you?"
The lady standing in her fuzzy slippers with a coffee cup in her hand considered that. "I am Sandy. Who are you, Hero?"
Hero smiled and told her.
-0-At the airfield complex
Grimlock looked up at the bots looking down at him. One of the bigger Cybertronians around, it was overwhelming to his tiny little brain to be so short around the Supremes. Kappa looked at him, then reached down gripping him gently. He had turned to run but wasn't fast enough. Bringing him before her beautiful face, she grinned. "Good morning, Grimlock."
"Me, Grimlock say hello, Kappa."
"You seem to be particularly handsome today, Grimlock," she said. She had researched reverse psychology while passing the time in flagranti with Xantium out in the Valles Marinaris.
Their place.
When the satellites were past.
Yes, even robots can multitask during sex.
It seemed like a way to make them feel better about themselves and their new life here. She tried it. (See above)
Grimlock looked at her. "Me, Grimlock like Kappa. Kappa is nice."
"Grimlock is nice too." She grinned. She also earned a bot for life. She put him down and he followed her all orn long to the utter amusement of Xantium as well as the disdain and petty jealousy of Swoop.
Kappa would find it fun.
-0-At the Ram-Bon Food Factory, Autobot City, Mars
Rampage stood at the counter of the business that he had created to handle the production and distribution of the things he created for parties, businesses and his own bakeries. He and Bon had discussed a new possibility after watching 'How It Is Made' on the History Channel. They were researching producing 'baked goods' to the grocery stores. His creativity would have another outlet.
Bon who had gone to work across town at the family business, Autobot City Bolt and Hardware Store would meet him later before going to school. He was nearing completion certification for his course as a master electrician. His two brothers were also making great headway. Rolee was working on site at the new home sites for the semester for his general contractor certification and Tinset had another year before he could take his boards as an architect and show his master project for his boards.
They were all established, fulfilled and happy. Rampage had never known such peace and he didn't miss a slagging thing from the old life. The mech in the old life would off himself if he saw his present incarnation. He would not believe it would have been possible to change this much.
He would have to stand in line.
-0-Moping on high, the early morning sun shining through the gloom. Mostly.
He lay on his back on his berth staring at the ceiling. He had hoped to come to sentience with someone other than his grandgenitors who he feared were probably dozing in the next room. Rising slowly, he peeked around the corner. His apartment was empty. Gathering himself, he walked to the kitchen table where breakfast and a note was waiting for him. He picked it up.
"Smokey... here is something for breakfast. Do your work. Don't cut anymore classes. Know you are loved. -Granny Pants and Papa
He grinned in spite of himself. Granny Pants and Papa. He hadn't called them that in vorns. There were no messages and these were his orns off. He had planned to spend most of it in the berth fragging his mech. He paused a moment.
His mech.
A thrill asserted itself and he returned to the scene where a-crime-could-have-happened-but-didn't-and-wasn't- likely-to-for-some-time-to-come.
That place.
Stretching out again, he nearly dozed off when a soft voice reached him. Startling, his optics blazing, he glanced around. "What?" he asked almost in spite of himself.
:Hey, good looking: (Soft, sultry, devised to incite tingly things in your suseptible bot-lings)
He relaxed. :Hey yourself: (Ready to be incited. OH YEAH! READY TO BE INCITED!)
:Your grandada is a slagger: (Measured choice to test the resolve of the agitated youngling and his unresolved sexual sex thing)
A spike of resentment that rose at that not too nice comment was buried under an avalanche of lust brittle enough to shatter with a glance. :No one is here: (Hopeful hopelessness tempered by the hope that Grandada wasn't listening in right now)
Good. I wanted to be there last night but Dev transferred me to Io: (Attempt to get sympathy and into metaphorical pants at the first opportunity. Which would not be for at least 3 decaorns. DAMN!)
:Awww. That sucks: (enormous pout laced with copious amounts of OMG! I'M SO HORNY!)
(TOOT! TOOT!)
(Teenagers)
"It does. Make me feel better. Tell me something sexy, Smokey," Hot Rod asked as he lay on his bunk, the internal transmission of their conversation going out through the long distance array for private conversations between mechs over great distance.
Smokey considered that, weighed his own inexperience with The Sexy, divided it by the hope that he didn't sound like a dork, then said the only thing he could think of, good little mech that he was: :I want to 'face you in the worst way: (:OMG! I AM SUCH A DORK!:)
Chuckles break the tension. :I want to 'face you too. A lot. Everywhere:
Sweat would have broken out as well as the seams of his metaphorical pants if he could have but Smokey aka Smokescreen of Polyhex and Praxus via parental and grand parental units wasn't a human. Instead, his USB ports blew out as one)
Tingling, he grinned. :Have you ever heard of phone sex?:
(FURIOUS-THE-HELL-INTERNET-SEARCH-YIELDING-A-NUMBE R-OF-ANSWERS-ALL-OF-THEM-REQUIRING-A-GOOD-PHONE-AN D-ORIFICES-LATER...)
:Yep. Talk to me, baby: (Grins and settles in for some SERIOUS fantasy imagery and intense jerking off whatever robots jerk when they … uh, jerk off)
(INTENSE FEAR offset BY 152,000,000 hits on Google that have nothing to do with robots thereby leaving him to his own devices. He wings it) :I want to lick everything you got: (Intense internal squick competing with the need to lick everything, he's so needy)
Hot Rod's and himself, he's so stressed.
Because he's a good boy.
(Momentary pause as startled lover-wannabe comes to whatever point such moments bring for robots. Note: Check out Ratchet's medical sex manuals-Narrator) (Wipes metaphorical brow and whatever satiated robots wipe as he gathers his processor) :Oh, yeah: (Insert Barry White music here)
-0-Sitting on a bench in Terra waiting for his bond to come out of the hub nearby
Devcon sat sunning himself in the early morning. It was nice. When his bond returned they would have their usual morning when they were off together. They would eat breakfast, go for a swim at the community pool and read the papers in Club Cybertron. Then they would wander and enjoy each others company before playing cards or pool at Club Hoyle. Until then, he contented himself to listening in on his beloved adored grandson's first fumbling attempt at Sexy Talk, a subcategory of The Sexy.
It would be a mishmash of OMG!-BWAHAHAHA!-and ANNIE GET YOUR GUN!
If he thought he loved that youngling before, there was no contest about how he felt for the youngster now.
-0-At the bosom of love
"I live here."
"Where is here, darling?" the nice lady in Topeka, Kansas said as she juggled two phones, one to the infant on the line and another to the police trying to trace it to see if she was okay.
"Our house," Hero replied with a giant smile.
"Where is your mommy, baby?" she asks trying to solicit information.
"Mommy? My ada?" a tiny sweet voice asks from what seems like a faraway place.
"That's right, baby. Where is your ada?"
"I will go see." The phone gets set down as a baby runs to the berth room to look, then runs back laboriously picking up the oversized phone-like device again. "Ada is in the bed."
"Where is your daddy?" the lady asks again feeding the information to the police on the line tracing the call.
"I will go see." Repeat of events, then infant picks up phone-like device. "In the bed. They are sleeping."
"Where is your house, angel?" the lady asks.
Hero considers that, then remembers the name. "Autobot City."
Dead air on the other end...
-0-TBC September 6, 2013