Life as many knew it was simple, life as very few knew was chaotic and one wrong choice away from the end of the world. Following the path her father had left behind led Trace down a lot of rabbit holes, ones that left her digging herself out no mat...
"Who are you— what do ya want?" A radio-like voice rang out, "I'm a friend if you let me, you can call me Trace." I all but awe up at his figure. "Trace?" A recording echos back, A shocked laugh left my throat before I could stop it, my feet inching closer and hand outstretched to him. I watch the yellow robot extend a finger to gently shake my hand. "You're incredible." I whisper looking at the mechanical finger in my hand.
A whirling noise replies, "And your— Fucking Gorgeous." He replied through the radio. I giggle in response before flicking through the notes. "Ah, your voice box was damaged in battle. Says you talk through the radio stations and Tv satellites." I mumble. "What is—That—Robot 101?" Bumblebee huffs gesturing to the book in my hand. A laugh ripples up, "Of the sort, its a collection of everything we humans know about you. Spent a long time gathering information about you and your friends. Who you are, how you came to Earth, stuff like that." I muse waving it slightly.
Bumblebee crosses his arms and tilts his head, like he had a hard time believing I have acquired such information. "Don't believe me? you wanna find out?" I dare, The car uses one robotic hand to gesture to me. "You guys aren't... ya know hard to track if you know what to look for. Meteor showers, followed by high frequency outages upon landing, then reports of freak sightings after. Once you guys land you're a little harder to keep track of, especially with that neat little camouflage trick that you do. But, it's not impossible." I laugh with a grin, "You've guys gotten into plenty of spats over the years, Revolutionary War, Napoleonic War, New York and Paru all in the same week?" I list off.
Bumblebee still didn't look impressed, I huff and give him a challenging glare, "In the 1940s you came to earth didn't you. Met a girl perhaps?" I tease. I watch Bumblebee's body language change. His head flicks down and a shield covers his face, a blaster is then being pointed at mine. "Easy, easy." I call holding up my hands even with the book still in my right. "Charlie right? She's doing good, got married, and had a kid. Beatrice, Bee for short." I call gently. Bumblebee relaxes and I send him a small smile.
"I'm here to be a friend to your kind, the good ones anyway." I chuckle. I watch Bumblebee stall, "I have a mission— From Captain— Someone you gotta' meet—We will meet again." He responds. I watch him kneel and quickly shift back into his busted up chevy Camaro, let go of a soft sigh and back up to let him roll out. The old car slowly drives past but stops when the door windows a line where I'm standing. "I'll find you—Next time." He calls before he quickly drives off.
I run a hand through my damp hair, turning as I walk back to my bike. Cranking the engine, I hear it sputter then turn on, the ride back to my room has me reeling. The realization of what happened finally sinking it. Upon closing the door to my room, I collapse onto the bed, promptly passing out never to wake before the sun gets up itself.
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I glare at the map on my screen, two days passed and still no word from Bumblebee. I keep playing that encounter over and over in my head, reading into things that might not mean more than what he meant it, but it's driving me crazy just sitting here thinking about him. Bringing the coffee in my hand to my lips without tearing my eyes away, an email notification pings on the sidebar of the computer. Sighing I click it, opening the email up over the tracking software. The email is a confirmation that I won the bid on the glasses and that I'll need to provide an acceptable payment and a pickup date. Opening the link to the website I send the user a location and date for later today. Upon hitting send my navigation pops up with flaring dots, two dots to be specific. One red and one blue.
I grunt and grab my bag, jacket, and helmet before rushing out the door. I hop onto my bike and quickly zip through traffic, only to find the location empty, but I never got anywhere by turning away from an empty location. I follow the drift marks and soon enough I can hear the sounds of screeching tires. When I feel like I'm getting close the trail suddenly goes cold. I look around to find myself at some sort of construction site.
I cut the engine to my bike and take a look around, then I hear crashing and screams. Turning I take off in that direction. I gasp when two large clumps of metal go rolling by. One of them eventually gets thrown and doesn't get back up. It's Bumblebee who lifts himself from the ground and walks over to a small hill, I hear two voices whispering hushly just downhill.
"What is it?" a female voice whispers, "It's a robot. But like a, like a different, you know, like a super-advanced... robot. It's probably Japanese. Yeah, yeah, it's definitely Japanese." A male voice whispers back. "Actually." I quip slowly making myself known beside the robot, "It's extraterrestrial." I muse. "And who are you?" The male of the two whispering voices calls, I look at Bumblebee who looks back down at me. "Just a friend." I shrug with a grin. I watch the boy slowly inched his way closer up the hill. "What are you doing?" The girl between the two whispers harshly. "I don't think it wants to hurt us. It would have done that already." He mumbles getting further up the hill as the girl hesitates to follow after him.
"He's right, you know." I call to the girl, I watch her eyes flicker between me, the robot, and the boy she's with. "Really? Well, do you speak robot? Because they just had, like, a giant droid deathmatch." She grunts in return but ultimately decides to follow after him. "She's right." I then also agree with her. "I think it wants something from me." The boy continues to mumble, "What?" The girl hisses, "Well, 'cause the other one was talking about my eBay page." He explains. eBay page...No. My eyes flicker between the kid and the car wondering how the boy is intertwined in all of this. I hear the girl scoff one thing or another, but my eyes stay on the boy.
"Can you talk?" The boy then questions to the Robot, "XM Satellite Radio—digital cable brings you—Columbia Broadcasting System," He replied through his radio. "So you... you talk through the radio?" The boy concludes, "Thank you, you're beautiful. You're wonderful, you're wonderful." Bumblebee cheers pointing down at the boy. "So, what was that last night? What was that?" He questions, "Message from Starfleet, Captain— Throughout the inanimate vastness of space—Angels will rain down like visitors from heaven—hallelujah!" Bumblebee answers.
"I said—I'd find—You." The robot then turns to me, "Took too long handsome, so I went to find you." I snicker. "Visitors from heaven? What, what are you, like, an alien or something?" The girl calls out, "Well." I call back turning as Bumblebee kneels down and switches into an alternate form. "I did say he was extraterrestrial." I grin. Bumblebee opens his passenger side door. "Any more questions you want to ask?" The car questions, "None from me." I chirp sliding in and all the way over into the driver's seat.
I hear the two teenagers talk, almost bickering back and forth between what they should do. "Give them a nudge huh?" I whisper patting the dash of the car, The alien took the advice and his radio clicks on, Before It's Too Late starts playing from the stereo. I laugh when the pair hurriedly shuffles over to the car. "Good job handsome." I smirk only to grin when I hear his engine Rev.
