A Page's Fate

Requirement list

Optimus POV

Driving back to our secure base facility, I couldn't stop thinking about Elliot's response to my question on authors writing aliens and machines as evil.

She somewhat intrigued me and got me fascinated of her thoughts. Upon our arrival to base, the two human males who had accompanied us got out of Ironhide, allowing him to transform into his bipedal form.

Ironhide groaned as he stretched his arms, "About time we got back, I could have sworn I was gonna rust."

My medical specialist, Ratchet, transformed as well, "Stop complaining. You're fine! Although it is nice to not use those punny holoforms to blend in."

In my opinion, I didn't mind using my holoform. It gave me better access to human establishments and I can observe the humans and learn better as looking like them. Half of my fellow Cybertronians have trouble adapting with the organics, but I try my best to encourage them on the positive. Making speeches to motivate them to work along with the humans. Especially when we now live with each other.

Ratchet faced me and crossed his arms, "Anything you wish to share Optimus? You've been quiet since we arrived."

I slowly transform into my bipedal form, the gears in my body turning and folding to adjust itself. Once I stood above my comrades I look back to the direction where we came from, "I am just thinking of the last library we have visited." I replied.

Ironhide scoffed, "You mean the old small historic building? Ain't it a little too small for the requirements we want?"

Ratchet nodded, "It was however, an interesting place, especially surrounded by other historic shops and small monuments. The library is also in the middle of a historic downtown park." He then faced me, "However, the library did seem small compared to the one in the city that is two floors high. Now that library caught my interest, aside of being in a very populated city with businesses around."

Ironhide replied, "What do you think Prime? Which library seemed to be worthy for the data pads?"

I had to agree with Ratchet, before visiting the last library, there were other libraries that looked very modern and were in high standard places where mostly the rich lived. However the libraries seemed to lack something. I wasn't so sure what it was.

"The libraries we have visited were somewhat satisfactory, however, we must consider the idea of the lower classes. Many libraries in the city are too far from historic areas and poorer towns. Our goal is to make sure our data pads are being used in the right hands furthermore allowing younger generations to learn about our kind." I look at Ratchet and Ironhide who seemed to contemplate my words, "Other libraries may have the upgrades, but they all lacked something."

"What is it that they lack?" Ratchet asked curiously.

I thought about Elliot and her love of reading. Her answers were thoughtful and almost wise.

My spark hummed and I looked down at Ratchet, "I believe they lacked the want of mysteries."

Elliot POV

The next day, I had a day off and I was painting my living room. I was able to buy a coffee tint color for a good price and wanted to repaint the living room. The walls were a musky yellow color and had cracks on them, I decided to give it a fresh look. I lined newspapers on the floor so I wouldn't stain my carpet and wore a long baggy shirt and ripped shorts.

I was halfway on my final wall when my phone suddenly made a ping sound.

I walk to my phone and pick it up to see what message I had received.