CHAPTER TWO:

Speak English

POSTED 9/30/2014

4:41 pm

CASSIE

After a good amount of time under the table, the newly-turned Cybertronian FINALLY took note that not one of the huge robots had made any moves to hurt her. If anything, she would hazard a guess that they were trying to be COMFORTING, still making those strange clicky and whirring noises. . . . .but that didn't mean she was coming out of her 'hiding spot' anytime soon.

`Is it really a 'hiding-spot' if they already know I'm here?` she wondered randomly then shook the errant thought away. But they hadn't tried to hurt her. None had attempted to drag her out from under the table which she was sure they could if they wanted to.

This thought calmed her just a little.

Still, that didn't explain why she was suddenly made out of metal, and THAT very thought nearly sent her further into her panic attack.

`Okay, Cassie, THINK! Do you remember ANYTHING that could have possibly turned you into a giant robot…..` she questioned herself. Unfortunately, nothing was coming to mind.

Maybe this was all a dream? `Yeah! That HAS to be it!`

The realization made her whole metal body relax and she turned her head towards the humungous robots who were still making those odd, clicky noises and said quite plainly in perfect English; "You DO realize I have NO idea what you're saying, right?"

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AUTOBOTS

When the femmes form relaxed, it was as if all the mechs breathed a collective sigh of relief.

"*It looks like her logic programming has kicked in.*" Ratchet quietly told the others. "*That was sooner than I anticipated. Still, speak softly.*"

That was when the femme turned her head to look at them and said in perfect English; "You DO realize I have NO idea what you're saying, right?"

Had they been standing, anyone could have knocked the metal mechs over with a feather.

"You have a language chip!?" Sideswipe exclaimed and the femme blinked at him in calm confusion.

"A what?"

But it was Ratchet who answered, also flummoxed. "No, she doesn't."

"Well, she's clearly speakin' English." Sideswipe countered.

Optimus held up one large metal hand to quiet the silver Autobot as he addressed the femme in a gentle, soothing voice. "How do you come to speak the language of the humans without a translator chip, femme?"

The femme answered as if it were completely logical; "Because I AM human…..well, I WAS human. I've decided that this is all a dream."

Jaws dropped.