Grant found himself standing atop a large metal bed far larger than he had seen.
Above him was another Auto-bot. A male with white and red design, he held an I-pad like device.
"By all accounts, it doesn't make sense!! There is no way this human should even be alive! Let alone producing ENERGON in his bloodstream!" The Auto-Bot said in exaspteration
"So you are unable to tell as to why his body is producing energon?" Optimus asked curiously.
"Well. Not without more...invasive procedures, a blood test -"
"Yeah, not happening!" Grant said sternly, crossing his arms.
"Mister Hocksted-"
"No! The awnsers is a HARD no!"
"I don't KNOW ANY OF YOU!" He said with an uncertain laugh.
"If you say you have been watching me, then you know I dont trust people easily, let alone ROBOT ALIENS I MET THIS EVENING!!" he said in frustration, earning a look of mild surprise from the new auto-bot.
"Well. He certainly has some spark, " the new Auto-bot said with a chuckle.
"Just like Arcee said he would," He finished with a chuckle.
"Grant. This is Ratchet, our medical expert, " Optimus introduced.
"Medical expert on Cybertronians, perhaps! Everything I'm getting on Humans is from the information system the human race has set up, " Ratchet explained with a sigh.
"T-The internet?" Grant asked in surprise.
"Correct," Ratchet said in confirmation.
"That's probably the first thing I've heard from one of you, that makes sense," Grant said with a shake of his head.
"Your body is producing Energon, which is HIGHLY abnormal."
"So I've heard," Grant said, crossing his arms.
"Look, Grant, was it?" Ratchet said with a sigh.
"Even Cybertronians don't tend to produce energon. The ones that do only produce very minute amounts of it, " Ratchete explained. Looking down to Grant.
"Energon is what you would call our food, our fuel if you will,"
"But it also is used to produce a many number of things."
"Drugs, ammunition for our weapons. Fuel for vessels. Even our medical supplies!"
"It is a very versatile substance, and VERY toxic for humans!"
"If we do not figure out how or why your body is producing it, you could very well die," Ratchet said in a matter of fact tone.
Grant seemed to ponder this information for a moment before nodding.
"The awnser"
"IS STILL NO!" He said in frustration, earning a heavy sigh from Ratchet.
"Are all humans this difficult?" Ratchet asked, turning to Optimus.
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The "Hybrid"
FanfictionWhat happens when a young teen discovers his true biology? the world has no clue about the metal race known as "transformers" as they have managed stay hidden from the human eye. But when a young teen by the name of Grant Hocksted is attacked by a d...
