The Problems of Being Socially AwareThe ZRK-200, dubbed Zirk for sale in the western market, was, in every way, the perfect home and office assistant. Businesses and very wealthy individuals enjoyed their services, always offered without complaint or expectation of anything (save perhaps annual maintenance by a friendly Zirk Corp techniciansatisfaction guaranteed).
What couldn't be guaranteed was the treatment of the ZRK-200s. Between their limited sense of sentience and deeply encoded compliance with Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics, it was very easy for many to treat the ZRKs precisely as what they were: robots. No more, possibly less.
That's not to say, though, that some were not treated well. More than a fair number were treated, from a human standpoint, very well. This is the story of one such robot.
"Miss St James."
The "Miss St James" in question, first name Rosalie, shifted her attention from her own reflection to that of the source of the voice, the six feet tall, five-hundred pound, ti
Unusual First EncountersWinter was their favorite time of year. Dinky loved the snow and playing in it late into the evening, while Derpy appreciated the chill of the wind in her mane and fur. What both ponies enjoyed were their weekend walks, an easy-paced loop around Ponyville that started and ended at their small home.Unusual First Encounters3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today wasn't an exception by any means, not initially. The only thing truly out of the ordinary was the decision to cut across a frozen pond. It had been cold enough as of late; it should have been frozen solidat the very least safe enough to cross.
The "should have been" would doubtlessly come back to haunt Derpy for days on end. Dinky had fallen behind, and her mother hadn't thought anything of it. Dinky was probably trying to build up enough speed to run and slide, she assumeduntil there was a crack, a splash and, most worryingly of all, a small filly's voice crying out, "Mama!"
Derpy turned in time to see Dinky being swallowed up by an opening in the ice. For a moment,
Simple, Special - Ratchet ficSimple, Special - Ratchet fic6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Stealtily, Sari slipped into the medibay, holding a piece of paper to her chest. The medibay was someplace she rarely entered, but necessity called for her presence there today. She edged closer to a work bench, her ears perked for sounds of the Autobot medic, Ratchet.
When she heard none, she climbed up on a chair and studied the work bench. A wide variety of foreign medical implements were spread on the tabletop, waiting to be cleaned. Heaving with all her strength, Sari moved one of the tools and tucked the paper, face down, underneath it and slid it back before casually strolling out of the room like she did so everyday.
The question pressed on Ratchets CPU demanding an answer-- Why the frag was this blank piece of paper here and what was its purpose? He stared down at the offending item, analyzing its purpose, or lack thereof. Finally, he shoved the tools aside and picked up the paper, turning it over in his hands. His face plates contorted as he st
029 - Happiness"He's cute," Cliffjumper observed with a sincere smile.029 - Happiness4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Arcee lifted her gaze to smile at Cliffjumper. "Kinda makes you wonder if he's yours, huh?" she teased.
He nudged her shoulder and settled on the berth next to her, wrapping one arm around her shoulder and looking down at the newly sparked being in her arms. He was small, he was sleeping and he was cute. He was also bright yellow with black details.
Arcee leaned her head on Cliffjumper's shoulder, brushing her fingers over the sparkling's helm. Life had been hell as of lateCliff had been on an off-planet tour of duty most all of the time she had been carrying, save a holiday or two. She'd been continuing with her duties as best she could in the meantime, up until well, up until today.
If Arcee ever said sparking a youngling was a painless experience, she was lying and Cliffjumper was to call her on it. It hurt like frag, yeah but seeing a new life, one she and her bonded had created and nurtured even over
Simple, Special - Prime ficSimple, Special - Prime fic6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Saturday, 14 February 2009, dawned clear enough, if a little bleak weather-wise, on the city of Detroit overall and on the Autobot base in particular. Aside from Ratchet complaining that the cold, wet weather was bothering his already-overworked joints, the day was shaping up to be uneventful enough. Barring Decepticons and other bizarre occurrences, the highlight of the day was going to be the typical visit from the Autobots human companion, Sari Sumdac. Just another day on the calendar, both human and Cybertronian.
However, the Autobots didnt know of, nor did they have a Cybertronian equivalent of, Valentines Day.
Sari adjust the shoulder strap of her book bag as she ran down the sidewalk to the abandoned auto factory her Autobot friends called home. Contained in the book bag were her supplies for her master plan-- a copy of the days paper, a ball peen hammer and a select few small nails and a pastel green folder that contained her five spe