tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; Wednesday afternoon and evening
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Several
Summary; Sam hosts a beach party for anyone who wants to come
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Sam had tried to do everything he could to make the beach trip as fun as possible, especially considering all that had happened recently. Not everyone had calmed down after yesterday, but it was enough that he didn't cancel the trip.

He had volleyball set up, a dozen umbrellas for the more fair skinned to take refuge under, and a really ugly couch to put in a bonfire later.

Food and drink also abounded, including enough electrolyte replenishing drinks to help anyone who drank all the alcohol he brought stave off too massive of a hangover. All in all, it was a recipe for a good time. Or at least Sam hoped.

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Her eyes actually brighten a moment, a rare event. Machines? Very old, extraterrestrial machines?

"No, I do not. But I am quite intrigued -- they will be the first mechanical sentients about which I have been told since I arrived here."

"Oh yeah, they're sentient machines," he said with a nod. "A really old race, I guess. Their planet is kind of dead, so they call Earth home now."

"Hmm. I would have heard of them, if they had existed in my world. A pity that they do not."

Getting sunburned was the least of her desires, and despite her part-Asian body, she was sure that her skin got too many European genes to not suffer. Once Sam handed over a sandwich, she sat under one of the umbrellas and twiddled one hand in the powdery sand while eating with the other.

More strange flavors.

"What are you? I mean, if you don't mind me asking," he said, realizing how rude that could have sounded. He paused for a moment before grabbing a bottle of water for the woman and bringing it over to her.

She took the bottle, stared at both her hands for a moment, then balanced the sandwich on one knee while twisting the cap open.

"I have no need to hide that." She took a long drink from the bottle -- satisfying! There was no mechanical equivalent. "An AI. Do you hold these events often?" Free food was nothing to trifle with, not with instincts like these.

"Not a lot of the time, maybe a few times a year, why? And I don't think I've met an AI before," Sam admitted. That was a first even for the City, which was rather cool.

"I mean, not a real one. You're not going to crazy and try and kill humanity, are you? Because that's usually what happens in video games and movies and I have to tell you right now, I don't want to die again."

Human movies also had a trope whereupon a character caught in some misdemeanor would splutter and spit and otherwise spray their drink everywhere, causing chaos and general knowledge that they were the guilty party.

She avoided that deftly, especially because a few of his nuances were incorrect, but...well, to a human, that is probably what it looked like.

"I assure you," she managed a clean and non-incriminating drink, "that I am in my right mind. I have never been insane, and I have no desire to slaughter the City."

If they obeyed her when she took power, but that part was left out.

"Does the City have biometric reconstruction chambers? How else would it be that you still live, if you died?"

"Okay, cool, that's good to hear," Sam said, although he had mostly been joking. He realized that it might not have come across like that though to someone who wasn't well versed in that sort of cliche.

"But no, I didn't get revived in the City. I died in my world and was here for a bit, but then I went to Autobot heaven and they brought me back to life."

"That is...truly confusing. Nonetheless, it seems to have worked." Autobot heaven? ...A human lens, surely. Even in human mythos, could machines have souls?

"Yeah, I don't get it either," he confessed, shaking his head. "I died, and I was in this bright, shiny place and the Primes were there, those are like the Autobot rulers, and they're all dead but they told me it wasn't my time or something so they sent me back."

"Are any of the Autobots here in the City with you?" A sentient machine with a body of its own...she should really have created herself a mechanical shape.

"No," Sam said, shaking his head a bit sadly. He missed them too, he knew they would have liked it here, away from their war for a bit.

"Bumblebee was here for a bit, but he left."

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Sorry, I somehow missed this.

HA that's what she does in the game ^^; So probably yes.

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