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 Encounters4 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,
Lost and FoundThe room was eerily silent, except for the crackling of a stasis chamber, glowing with a sickly green light. Aside from him, the room in which Sentinel Prime stood was empty. He lifted his shield and lance slightly. Wasp? he called across the empty room.Lost and Found6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A strange clicking sound, coming from behind him, filled his audios. No, spider, a femmes voice purred. Sentinel turned and saw a purple, black and gold arachnid lowering itself to the floor. Four of its eyes seemed to glow a menacing Decepticon red. I dont know what kind of weird organic horror you are, he called to the spider, lifting both lance and shield, but if Wasp is inside that giant tin can, I want him out now.
The spider chuckled. Still full of yourself as ever, eh, Sentinel?It questioned in the same purring voice.
You You know me? Sentinel asked, lowering his weapons slightly in surprise.
Suddenly, the spider transformed into a femme wh
038 - AbandonedGun Max bumped the door to the Decker Room open with his hip and stepped in, his arms loaded with an apparently heavy cardboard box. "Thanks for opening the door, guys," he announced to his office of teammates.038 - Abandoned5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ahh, gomen nasai, Gun Max," the captain of the force, Dekkado, replied, standing to help.
"I tease, Slick," Gun Max teased with a lopsided grin. He set the box down on his desk and easily tossed McCrane a manila envelope that had been sitting on top of the box. "There's the report on the embezzlement case with the Nakano ward church."
"Fantastic," McCrane replied, laying the report on his desk. "Thank you, Gun Max."
"Uh-huh," the motorcycle officer answered, running his fingertips over the top of the box.
"What's up with the box?" Dumpson questioned, indicating the box. "The church donate some Bibles and hymnals?"
"I wish," Gun Max replied darkly, opening the box and lifting out its contents. Resting securely against his chest and wrapped in a tattered sakura pink blanke
I Look at You All"Ultra, what is war?"I Look at You All4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The question was impossible to miss, as the vulnerability of the words contrasted sharply with the deep timbre of the voice that spoke them. Still, Ultra looked up, pausing to process the question. "What do you mean, Sigma?"
Sigma crouched slightly, bringing his eyes to the same level as his partner, who was working on a platform. The former's white and navy armor plating was possibly the brightest thing in the dingy bay that housed Project Omega. "What is war?" the sentinel repeated.
Ah. Ultra hadn't been mistaken. Admittedly, the Omega Sentinels were never meant to gain true sapience, and yet it happened. It had led to a few sticky situationsnow, for example. "It is a conflict," the mech (also white and navy) replied, slightly vague, while staring at his desk.
Sigma turned his head slightly, toward the sound of a commotion from a few platforms over: the sound of two workers arguing. "This is war?" he questioned.
"Not quite," Ultra replied with a slight chu
Pretty, Pretty Lies"Don't see why we're bothering with diplomacy," Sari announced, twirling a pen between her fingers.Pretty, Pretty Lies4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Part of the Autobot Code, little femme," Jazz, the only other person in the Metroplex's cartography department, answered without looking up from his work.
"They're Decepticons!" Sari rebutted. "Look at the wars they've startedfuck the codes! Just throw them all in the stockades and let Sentinel sort them out."
Jazz looked up slowly, expression severely unamused, before becoming level and polite. "Aw, now that ain't much fair," he pointed out.
"How is it 'not fair?'" she asked incredulously.
"Y'know there are two sides to every war," Jazz observed. "Y'ever hear the Decepticon side?"
"Megatron wanted to take over the Commonwealthwhat is there to hear?" she questioned.
"He ain't 'takin' over,'" the light ninja corrected. "He's takin' back what the Decepticons lost in the last Great War."
As he spoke, he pulled up a holographic map of the Hadeen System, and zoomed in on the area
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