What's My Purpose?

Changes

I opened my eyes to suddenly be introduced to an unimaginable array of colors. Bright, dark, bold, and faded colors I had never been able to see before. The shapes above me looked familiar but the strange unusual shades were throwing me off. I suddenly wanted to count them, figure out how many new ones there were. It was truly beautiful.

Sitting up I took in my surroundings, pointedly ignoring the strange metallic grinding my actions caused to come from my body. I seemed to be in a forest, I could tell by the shapes and figures of the trees and foliage around me. If it wasn't for that I wouldn't have been able to distinguish what was going on in the new array of colors.

In fact, the sheer amount of detail I could take in now was mind numbing. I could tell you the exact number of ants running about on the visible side of every tree in a 35ft radius.

A sudden revelation came to me, I could see behind me. I could see without my eyes. Testing the theory I closed my eyes, the action felt weirder than usual, and I suddenly felt a strange weight and sensation coming from my back. A weight as though I had another pair of limbs. The sensations back there were so vivid and sharp it felt like I had an open wound without the pain.

But then again, there were sensations I wasn't used to coming from the limbs as well. Just through the inconsistencies in the air. I could tell you the position of every structure obscuring the very slight breeze and vibrations of sound bouncing off of said structures.

I clenched my fist to channel my confusion and amazement. This time I acknowledged the metallic clicking it caused and I finally decided to take a look at my body which had definitely been altered.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes were the tinted glass on my chest. It was curved and formed to fit the windshield of a jet.

A thought weaned its way into my head and I quickly took in the rest of my body. My arms were metal, made up of oddly shaped plates with gaps and uneven spacing. In between the gaps I could see wires and cables running throughout my limbs.

Taking in the rest of my body I was met with much of the same situation. Smooth metal plating cut up into jagged pieces and formed into the figure I have suddenly become.

There was no doubt in my mind now. Somehow I had become a robot, one that could transform into a plane of sorts.

I knew about Transformers, my whole family kept up with the movies but I was the only one who went all out and became a fanatic. There was no mistaking the form I had become. There was no mistaking the transport features I held while also being a metallic bipedal being.

When I finally noticed the colors I wore, a flash of dread and understanding came upon me. I was black, purple, and red. Those were the colors of my first original Transformers character. A femme seeker.

That explained the strange limbs upon my back and how I could see without my ey- er optics. The only question I had left was why?

Why did I become a transformer? Why me specifically?

I had to stop myself as I felt dread, fear, and anxiety creeping into my mi- processor. Taking in a vent of air I slowly let it out. Surprised by the fact I was able to feel the temperature change of the heated air I decided to get all of the differences out of the way.

Twitching my servo in a suspense of sorts I carefully brushed it against the now strangely colored grass. I was surprised to find touch was more muted than it used to be. Although I shouldn't have been, seeing as Cybertronians don't have the malleability of human flesh.

I could still feel if a surface was soft or hard, smooth or jagged, whole or cracked, but it wasn't as though I could feel inside the crack or truly experience the whole true circumference of a blade of grass with a single pinch.