Transformers Prime: No Autobots Are Idiots.
Chapter 12: Runagate.
(Quadwal cluster Earth 192,182,834,756, Saturday, December 21st, 2024, first person POV...)
I was definitively sure that running away from home is a good idea to escape the life you hate, a life with abusive guardians or abusive parents watching over you after the deaths of your biological parents and/or the deaths of your abusive parents' siblings and their own parents, and you can't tolerate it anymore. Especially if it looks like absolutely nobody is doing anything about it because they're scared of having their reputations ruined, they're scared of physical retaliation, they're scared of potential lawsuits, they're scared of losing their jobs for interfering on your behalf, and they're generally scared of whatever form of retaliation your abusive relatives can cook up for their activities being exposed and if it looks like the evidence could be enough to send them to prison for child abuse.
And trust me, after I secretly notified the police about me being abused by my foster parents while handing in every form of evidence in the book with a little help from my foster parents' relatives who disowned them at the first signs of abuse coming to light, I ran away from home for the last place my former foster parents would expect to find me in if they ever got out of prison and they refused to change or they decided to allow themselves to relapse.
The last place that my former foster parents would expect to find me is none other than a cave system along the route of the Underground Railroad in an area devoid of technology such as house phones, landline telephones, televisions, and even security cameras and motion sensors.
For something like running away from home to escape your abusive house life, it's a brilliant strategy as long as you thoroughly plan for anything that can happen, including the police tracking your phone, the police tracking your credit and debit cards, the police forming search parties, your relatives forming search parties in the neighborhood watch while coming up with lies to prevent being arrested for child abuse, your relatives searching endlessly for you while thinking of the harshest punishments in the book with included beatings and property destruction, your running away from home being put on the news and causing people to be prompted to call the police if they spot you or manage to find you somewhere in the town or in the city, and even the police and your relatives looking for you in the first places of your running away route they can think of in the hope of finding you.
Ever since I heard about my foster parents being arrested while I was incognito, I had – how can I put it? – acquired not just the life values I learned from video games like Fallout, Bioshock Infinite, Super Mario Brothers, Elder Scrolls: Skyrim, Final Fantasy VII, Assassin's Creed II, Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater, Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask, The Last of Us, Shadow Of The Colossus, Red Dead Redemption, Tetris, League of Legends, World of Warcraft, Minecraft, and so forth, but I also learned from Rorschach in Watchmen that even in another world, there is good and there is evil, and any form of evil must be punished.
When I was calling the police while my foster parents were out dining, my 399 friends of varying young adult and adult ages and I each packed 36 bags with clothes, as well as all the money I had and all the money my foster parents stored so that no one can use it to bail them out of prison, some amounts of reserve money my friends made from their spring jobs, some amounts of reserve money they made from their winter jobs, some amounts of reserve money they made from their autumn jobs, some amounts of reserve money they made from their school jobs that are similar to S.T.E.P. from autism spectrum disorder schools, some amounts of reserve money they made from their family jobs, some amounts of money they made from their childhood jobs, some amounts of money they made from their high school jobs, some amounts of money they made from their college jobs, some amounts of money they made from their adult jobs, some amounts of money they made from their various other kinds of jobs, lots of non-perishable food and semi-perishable food, a lot of self-recharging spare phones that don't require electricity all the time – I invented those in my spare time, along with making them untraceable and along with booby-trapping them with the same DNA scanners from Judge Dredd's Lawgiver gun, in addition to programming every one of them to alert me if anyone is trying to copy my DNA, as a family member, a clone, a shapeshifter, a time duplicate, or otherwise – a lot of foods I know how to cook without needing gas, without needing electrical flames, without needing oil, without needing induction cooktops, and so forth while keeping in mind how to properly cook foods that are otherwise unhealthy or can kill a human if prepared wrongly, a lot of stuff I can use to clean myself similar to sponge-bathing, a lot of my books about different kinds of real life subjects such as survival and guidebooks about the different types of areas in forests, suburbs, farms, and cities all over the US, a lot of my personal stuff – I had sold all of my toys and video games to prevent my parents from destroying them or throwing them in the garbage and for lots of extra money that I also packed – I said goodbye to my friends after I traveled across the United States to a cave system that can sustain me long enough for me to find an affordable residence after I turn 18, and I left my old life with my foster parents behind and waited for the opportunity to find refuge somewhere else in the United States that's easily affordable, has no rules against pets, has no landlords or landladies with animal allergies, has affordable well water, has enough space for gym equipment, has enough space for rations to last up to 7 years, has enough space for more than 30 people, has enough space for toys, video games, memorabilia of different types, clothes, and electronics, all of them being of all different types and amounts, has enough space for children and babies, has enough space for more than 10 cars, has enough space for a movie projector, has enough space for homeschooling, has enough space for more than 30 employees for home life, has enough space to store lots of main and reserve money, has enough space for a security system the equivalent of Transformers bases and the Home Alone films, and generally has enough space I could possibly need. Not just for just in case my parents escape from prison and manage to somehow track me down or even encounter me in the streets without knowing it or without knowing where I live, but also because I want to start anew. But I'm definitely not moving to Chicago, Illinois, for one example; after all, that city is among the few in the United States that, to this day, is still crime-ridden. No way in Hell am I risking my life there.
And I ain't going to New York City either, for two reasons in particular: one, rent is expensive in the Manhattan borough of the city no matter how much money you own or earn in a job. And two, tourist areas of the city tend to be littered with stealthy ninja-esque pickpockets and other kinds of kleptomaniacs.
But I do believe an introduction is in order.
My name is Kenneth Rogerson.
I'm currently turning 18 tomorrow.
I have short brownish black hair, emerald green eyes, and I have a muscular toned athletic build from years of exercise before being taken in by my foster parents as well as inheriting muscle genes from my grandparents in their youth, and I was as muscular as some of, but not all, of the greatest professional wrestlers in the 1980s and the 1990s.
After traveling for maybe 3 days to find the state of Iowa while belatedly keeping in mind that the past three days meant I'm now eighteen years old, according to my handheld GPS I invented 2 months ago before my abusive parents pushed me to my limit, I settled down in a cave I stumbled upon to wait out a rainstorm that came through in the past 2 minutes, and it really was a storm, thankfully without lightning or thunder.
I remarked, "Well, at least the plant life in this sector of the United States are getting the moisture they need for this season."
I made the choice to explore the cave more and make it a brief shelter before moving on.
The cave was big enough to house someone the height of the Incredible Hulk portrayed by Edmund Neal in the 2008 Incredible Hulk film, but the cave also wasn't that long, even though there are thankfully no bears or bats.
As I made my way to the back end of the cave's interior, I stumbled across an odd-looking remote control that looked to be buried in the dirt by at least half, but enough for me to pull it out.
I pulled out the remote to see that it was still in good condition, if only dusty and with chipped pieces of paint and chipped pieces in general. But it's still usable.
I wondered aloud, "Hmm. What's a strange-looking remote control doing in an abandoned cave?"
I used my self-sustaining flashlight to search the back of the cave, but there wasn't anything there except for rocks of different sizes and plants that grow, specifically in caves.
I remarked, "Well, might just see if the remote works; could be helpful to find out what it controls and what it does in general."
I turned on the remote and a bright light lit up the cave as a familiar-looking portal appeared in front of me.
I could only stare in shock and awe and confusion as I questioned aloud, "No... That can't be a Ground Bridge, can it?"
I knew what Ground Bridges were thanks to the fact I meticulously watched Transformers Prime.
Yeah, like almost every other person who was or wasn't a Transformers fan, I knew the whole storyline of the cartoon from beginning to end, along with the things that connected it to the War for Cybertron and Fall of Cybertron video games, the Rescue Bots, Robots In Disguise 2015, and Rescue Bots Academy cartoons, and the Exiles, Exodus, and Retribution novels.
Transformers Prime in particular was one of my favorite things to watch on a good day and a bad day before today happened.
Anyway, the Ground Bridge sounded like an actual Transformers Prime Ground Bridge portal, but instead of the green and bluish-white associated with Ground Bridges and Space Bridges in the Transformers Prime show, this one in particular was red with purplish-black and dark grey.
It was almost as if this would be the Ground Bridges associated with a Shattered Glass version of Transformers Prime from fanfictions I used to read, if the Ground Bridges had inverted colors.
I wondered to myself, "Where will this take me anyway?"
After careful consideration, and considering the fact that my paranoia about my parents mingled with my logical side in perfect harmony, something rather unheard of in human beings, I walked through the portal.
Now that you're all caught up, let me tell you, the walk through the Ground Bridge took longer than I thought.
But now that I think about it, when Arcee and Cliffjumper traveled through an exploding Ground Bridge to get to Earth, the tunnel transporting them from Cybertron to Earth seemed to be about this long in comparison.
Also, Cybertronians are bigger than humans, so that meant they can easily go through a portal in less time in robot mode or in vehicle mode, depending on how fast they're going and depending on transportation range on both ends of the portal.
But what was equally strange was that I don't feel nauseous and I don't feel like my bones are vibrating.
I don't get it; I know that this is the feeling of disorientation that humans feel when they're using a Ground Bridge the first few times.
But thankfully and also not thankfully, I was approaching what seems to be the end of the portal. But then, it suddenly... pulsed... and a bolt of energy, presumably Energon, shot down from around the circular exit and it struck me.
I yelled in pain, "AARRGGHH!"
I collapsed to my knees before I got back up, feeling the pain slightly subside slowly.
I exclaimed, "What the f(bleep!) was that?!"
Yeah, I'm a potty mouth. Sue me for a million dollars, for all I care.
Anyway, what had happened, as far as I remember, Ground Bridges never did that for humans traveling into the Transformers Prime universe.
Unless fanfictions count.
And if I remember correctly... wait... this means I could potentially turn into a techno-organic!
But that doesn't mean I'm staying in there just in case someone follows me.
So, I took off sprinting like Carl Johnson's unlimited super sprint from Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.
(Transformers Prime Universe #192,394,596,203,495,867,019,183, February 9th, 2010, Kenneth's POV...)
I went out of the other side in time, because when I looked back at the portal, it closed behind me.
I looked in front of me to see... wait a minute.
Am I in Jasper somehow?
Like seriously, I know for a fact that crossing into a new location via a Ground Bridge portal or a similarly different Space Bridge portal would have its own faults, but I never expected to be anywhere close to where Cliffjumper first appeared, let alone the fact that I'm witnessing a Cybertronian moving Energon trailers.
Just then, the Cybertronian notices me, and the femme, now that I can see what gender she is, approached me.
The femmebot looks over me, and she says in English on her commlink, "Razorfist, I've been discovered by a human. Do you know of any Autobot units nearby?"
Razorfist answers, "Yes. A red Autobot named Cliffjumper. Find him and hail him. We're gonna have to meet up with Optimus Prime's army if this human discovered us."
I then noticed Cliffjumper driving towards us, alongside Cranefly, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Tailgate, Arcee, Fallback, Kup, Hot Shot, Prowl, Huffer, Trailbreaker, Chromia, Outsider, Swagger, Sparkscape, Monsoon, Overclock, Jazz, Ironhide, Triage, Macro, Moonracer, Impactor, Pyro, Rack'n'Ruin in their normal Rack and Ruin forms, Roadbuster, Hot Rod, Showdown, Ripraw, Rotorstorm, Topspin, Twintwist, Whirl, Doubletake, Scrounge, Elita One, Anomaly, Catapult, Front-Line, Sideswipe, Firestar, Smokeedge, Jumpbee, Overshard, Overhide, Mosssound, Smoketron, Bulkshard, Shockglitch, Cliffscreen, Bulksnap, Glassstorm, Blueshock, Aureola Speedster, Benign Soul, Adhoc, Aegis Vanguard, Afterbreaker, Afterburst, Afterburner, Akiba Prime, and a few dozen Autotroopers.
They all stopped in front of us and took us, along with Razorfist, Ironsnap, Thunderbolt, Glassshard, Megasound, Bluesound, Thunderair, Hothide, Smokeshard, Bulkstorm, Razormetal, Goldjumper, Mossglitch, Smokemetal, Ironscreen, Cliffedge, Bluetron, Ironwave, Soundfist, Jumpbolt, Purpleair, Soundtron, Polshock, Thunderjumper, Razorshard, Blackglitch, Jumpedge, Spraysnap, Razorpine, Polpine, Glassshock, Purplehide, Polscreen, Razortron, Polmetal, Polsnap, Purpleshock, Silverwing, Overwave, Bumbleshock, Ironbee, Bulkjumper, Redhide, Silvertron, Soundscreen, Bulkmetal, Sprayair, Silverfist, Brakefist, Glassedge, Shocksnap, Brakebee, Brakepine, Brakestorm, Bulkbolt, Soundjumper, Blacktron, Hotshock, Shockwing, Shockfist, Goldbee, Thundershard, Goldtron, Bumblebolt, Glassmetal, Smokeair, Glassscreen, Ironglitch, Blueair, Jumppine, Blackbee, Goldsnap, Bumblestorm, Overtron, Bumbletron, Megashock, Smokewing, Goldhide, Thunderhide, Bulkbee, Polwave, Shockshock, Megafist, Goldsound, Purplemetal, Redair, Cliffpine, Thunderveil, Sprayveil, Megashard, Spraybee, Polwing, Cliffglitch, Bumbleveil, Overscreen, Bluejumper, Hotshard, Redglitch, Purpletron, Ironbolt, Megajumper, Cliffair, Brakesnap, Blacksnap, Bumblefist, Glassbee, Polveil, Ironjumper, Sprayshock, Mossstorm, Razorglitch, Neutrobutton, Wreckbutton, Deftways, Astroblade, Halfbang, Dynamo, Coil, Fungus, Fury, Autoflash, Mechafist, Sideblades, Afterstorm, Retrojump, Comet, Ditch, Twinkle, Remix, Ragewhip, Dirtbutton, Crackheap, Oilslinger, Crackways, Smite, Torrent, Whiz, Leobolt, Hammerbrawn, Retrokick, Joltfight, Vigor, Augment, Brute, Hitch, Twinscope, Highraider, Mechaviper, Halfraid, Deepray, Sprocket, Ares, Stoneframe, Hangcharger, Rapidsweep, Meantrack, Pursuit, Shift, Claw, Compass, Fangfeather, Sidefist, Apescream, Scorchstream, Sideraker, Dread, Dagger, Weasel, Wallop, Rattrack, Twinlane, Darkrunner, Blowflight, Overfight, Blockaide, Pest, Whistle, Racer, Bouldercast, Aciddrive, Deftraker, Hotpunch, Depthvortex, Savage, Influx, Dustcut, Joltkick, Blowbite, Heliwire, Sunway, Rodent, Flux, Sunpoint, Flightstorm, Lightlock, Meltburner, Trident, Volley, Freak, Hottrack, Crackscrap, Turbolock, Jawbolt, Rollfeather, Element, Critter, Grease, Scorchworks, Flightcrack, Rotorraid, Bouldercrack, Aerotwitch, and Rabid, to the Autobot base.
In the midst of my "interrogation," Optimus said, "You must be wondering who and what we are."
I replied, "Actually, I already know about the Cybertronian Transformers race, I already know about the war between Autobots and Decepticons, as well as the wars with the Quintessons, the history of Primus and Unicron, and I also know about up to three possibilities of your people's future."
And so, for the next hour and twenty-five minutes, I explained my origins and the origins of the Transformers franchise, as well as the continuities of the franchise. Even Optimus was shocked to hear about the things that ruined Transformers for some people as well as hearing about the first origin stories of Primus, Unicron, and the Mini-Cons of the Unicron Trilogy, in addition to the possibility of the Beast Wars happening three hundred or so years in the future specifically with the Beast Warriors fighting for Energon deposits on prehistoric Earth before progressing to Optimus Primal's Maximals stopping Predacon Megatron from rewriting history in the Decepticons' favor while also contending with the malevolent aliens known as the Vok and the corrupt Tripredacus Council.
Then, I explained how I arrived to their world, and Ratchet was shocked at how a functioning Ground Bridge remote control wound up in my universe when such a thing shouldn't even be possible except in a fanfiction story – my words, not his.
I then told the Autobots all about my backstory and the reason why I wanted to run away from my universe just because my foster parents' allies would hunt me down, potentially for retaliation against having them arrested for child abuse, and even Ratchet tried his best to comfort me. And it was greatly appreciated.
Then I explained the ways that good people like myself would rather live in our favorite forms of fiction and fight alongside our favorite heroes than return to our home universes regardless of whether or not our arrivals turned out to be a one-way trip and whether or not the return trips would take centuries to master while considering the consequences and side effects. As well as regardless of whether or not our childhoods to adulthoods revolved around tragic topics like dead military parents or years of physical abuse. Even Optimus felt pity for the people from such fictional realities in question, since I also explained that such things only happen in fanfictions and rarely in mainstream media since such topics aren't exactly one hundred percent acceptable for movie and cartoon studios to explore for their fictional projects regardless of viewer preferences or whether or not such writers are horrendous people.
And after that, and after taking advantage of the Think-A-Food and Think-A-Drink machines to refuel and prepare myself for more explanations, I explained all the ways that the Autobots were idiotic in the show, drawing upon both fanfictions and TV Tropes explaining the dumb choices that the Autobots had made, including Cliffjumper going into the Energon quarry alone without waiting for backup, resulting in his fate as a blown up Terrorcon, including Arcee choosing to exact her revenge on Starscream in Partners rather than persuade him that he can change for the better as long as he works really hard, never gives up, and earns everyone's trust while studying meticulously how Autobots function as a unit and as friends, and including this in particular: when the Autobots got the Forge of Solus Prime from the Decepticons thanks to Dreadwing being disillusioned with the Decepticon cause after finding out about Starscream's actions towards Skyquake and Megatron choosing to overlook it – like seriously, when does the mech ever care about his troops, dead, alive, or otherwise? – the Autobots didn't even think about building a fast enough recharging station for the hammer to recharge it sufficiently enough so the other Autobots can receive upgrades to combat the Decepticons and Predaking on equal grounds, and look where that non-existent decision got them with the Forge's power permanently depleted, briefly used by Ultra Magnus as a battle hammer, and then winding up destroyed by Predaking, and not even repaired by the cyber-matter of the Omega Lock, without mentioning the name of the Omega Lock or the cyber-matter. Although I'm positive Optimus and the other Primes knew exactly what I was talking about.
Even Optimus didn't look happy at how his team's original counterparts didn't think about that choice whatsoever.
But then, Solus Prime said, "Well, rest assured, my Forge along with Onyx Prime's Nephrite Smasher have more than enough backup recharging stations for them if we need them. And three trusted candidates volunteered to have their own Mini-Forges."
I looked at Ratchet, Smokeedge, and Optimus, and I knew what Solus meant without needing to say it aloud.
And then, I took to explaining the fates of the characters who died permanently, died temporarily, or who were forgotten after having changes of heart, from Cliffjumper to Skyquake, Breakdown, Dreadwing, the Predacon clones Shockwave cloned on Earth only for the Autobots to blow them up and attract Predaking's ire, thanks to Megatron's treachery, Bumblebee himself during the final battle onboard the Nemesis, the Predacon Terrorcons Unicron forced Megatron to make from the unearthed burial ground in Predacons Rising, Megatron himself after being freed from Unicron thanks to the reliquary used to house the Allspark when it was jettisoned off of Cybertron to prevent Megatron from abusing it and corrupting it, and Optimus himself in the movie finale also partially thanks to Megatron's over-reliance on Dark Energon preventing him from joining the Allspark and therefore allowing Unicron to possess Megatron after Cybertron was restored because Megatron's corpse was close enough to Unicron on Earth.
Even Elita One looked ready to shed lubricant excessively.
Intutalluah Pax looked ready to grieve the future self of her only son.
And Alpha Trion? Well, he looked ready to read the Covenant of Primus to see if that was recorded in the future.
But as for Arcee, she was really quiet when she heard about what would've happened to Tailgate and Cliffjumper at Airachnid and Starscream's hands if it weren't for me and if it weren't for Tailgate being saved by Mossbolt.
But nevertheless, Tailgate, Arcee, and Cliffjumper were grateful that they knew this information now, and that since Darkness Rising was just months to weeks away, I had saved Cliffjumper's life.
Cliffjumper then says, "I owe you my life, Kenneth. You saved my skidplate several months in advance. I'm in your debt."
I smiled warmly as I replied, "I did what I had to do; after all, everyone in my universe who's a fan of the Autobots would've wanted to save all of you from certain death."
Optimus gave a small smile as he said, "You have helped us a giant deal, even in the short time that we grew to know you. Now, allow us to help you in exchange by having you registered in a new family."
I replied, "Um, that's gonna be a problem, because back in my universe, I had come here and it was just three after my eighteenth birthday, meaning I'm a legal adult now."
Now Optimus looked a tad sheepish for not knowing this.
Even Ratchet looked like he wanted to laugh at Optimus' expression.
After explaining more things, including how I was gonna end up becoming a Cybertronian techno-organic thanks to that flux pulse of energy from the portal that brought me here – Ratchet was shocked and he ran tests to find out if I was telling the truth, only for him to be shellshocked when he realized I was telling the truth, I then asked to bring this up, "And I know this is asking a lot, but until I can become situated in your universe, would it be possible for me to live here in the base? Since I technically don't exist here, and since I technically turn eighteen tomorrow, I have nowhere to go and I have no job, and the Decepticons might come after me if they find out I'm an Autobot ally. Along with that, we have to take precautions in case any of you or even I get captured by the Decepticons and subjected to a cortical psychic patch. After all, because the subject of the patch can't manipulate their memories, only God and Primus know what the Decepticons will do if they find out about my origins, my foreknowledge, and even the origins of the Transformers Multiverse."
Optimus looked down at the floor with a thoughtful look on his face and in his optics.
Primus then looks at his chosen Thirteenth Prime and they communicated in their parent/child bond what they knew their final decision was.
Optimus then says, "Very well, Kenneth. You saved one of our own months in advance, taught us all about the mistakes that we would've made in the future, taught us all about how to go about recruiting Starscream, Skyquake, Dreadwing, Breakdown, Knock Out, and several other Decepticons to our cause, and brought new recruits to our living quarters. And as a result, this is the least we can do for you. You may stay with us, and after your Cybertronian form becomes finalized, we will train you in the ways of the Autobots, the ways of the Cyber-Samurai, and the ways of your species' Kung-Fu masters."
I replied, "Thank you, Optimus."
In no time, Arcee gave me a tour of the base, and I was surprised at how much rooms were used for the Autobots' berths, as well as the rooms for the oil baths, the wash racks, the Energon storages, the SAFE Training rooms, the Medical Bays, the armories, the human rooms, the kitchens, the weapon storages, and so on.
But of course, I remembered that in the midst of the explanations, I explained something I remembered from the IDW and Titan Transformers Prime comics: that in one of the lower levels of the base was a disused but still active nuclear missile, the energy signature of which could be detected by the Decepticons onboard the Nemesis, and that'd prove to be a problem.
Optimus sent Elita One, Bumblebee, Ratchet, and Pipelock to look, and they found it before Optimus went on to contact Agent Fowler.
At the end of the tour, Arcee says to me, "Kenneth? I never got to say thank you for saving Cliffjumper months in advance. I don't know what I'd have done if he had died, been resurrected as a Terrorcon, and gotten blown up."
I replied, "You're very welcome, Arcee. Like seriously, the writers of the show had killed him off not even five minutes into the first episode's first act under the excuse of showing the viewers that practically anything can happen, but the truth is that as long as the writers had that job, nobody would be fully satisfied unless fanfictions were in the equation, and my friend Carlos McCreery was so upset that he refused to talk to anyone for three weeks. And even with that, he had been planning on finding the writers responsible so he could beat them up."
Arcee looked at me like I was crazy, and I continued, "No, really, we humans tend to do the craziest things when we're grieving or when we don't get what we want. Regardless of age, technicalities, or anything else that separates our actions from the legal spectrum to the illegal spectrum."
Arcee then shakes her helm before saying, "All the same, thank you for saving one of my partners."
I nodded in response to that, and Arcee left me to my own devices.
Since I had taken all of my bags with me, I managed to unpack all of them, and I got to work on preparing myself some baked macaroni and cheese with breadcrumbs, broccoli, bacon bits, cauliflower, spinach, chicken bits, and extra cheese, because I'm that extreme with specifically baked macaroni and cheese.
And I also cooked myself some spam, some bacon, some turkey bacon, some boneless pork chops, some hamburger patties, some boneless beef ribs, some boneless and skinless grilled chicken breasts, some meatloaf, some Shepherd's pie, some boneless well done steak, some roast beef, some bacon cheeseburgers with Swiss and sharp cheddar cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and small amounts of ketchup, some steak, chicken, and grilled potato soft tacos, some black bean grilled cheese burritos, some chicken grilled cheese burritos, some chicken quesadillas, some steak quesadillas, some cheese quesadillas, some steak and chicken quesadillas, some boneless grilled turkey breasts, some cooked salmon, some sweet potatoes, some chickpeas, some Philly cheesesteak sandwiches with grilled and chopped steak, Swiss cheese, American cheese, and shredded Cheddar cheese, and so forth.
What? I was so hungry, and me being a Cybertronian techno-organic in human form starting out requires extra portions for meals, based on what Ratchet said in his medical analysis.
Anyway, thanks to Smokeedge and Vector Prime, I had more than enough stuff to make me the food I was wanting to eat.
True, I might gain extra weight, but where's the harm in indulging a bit more than what you should at Thanksgiving?
I ate my entire meal, and after waiting for the food to digest, I went into bed and at the snap of two fingers, it was lights out.
The End.
(Author's notes: See you all in chapter 13: Navigating.)
