Life of a Quintesson

Part 12.

I saw the building where the convention was possibly being held, several Cybertronians were walking through the door and into the structure. Approaching the door, I was greeted with a Cybertronian guard at the entrance.

"Do you have a ticket sir?"

Ticket?

"I am afraid not, where may I purchase one?"

He gestured to another Cybertronian sitting at a table, handing out small slips to other participants in line. I gave the guard a nod and went to stand in line, arriving at the back of a very short line. It did not take long for me to receive a ticket after paying 40 credits for one. Once I had the so called ticket, I approached the same guard and he allowed me and several others to enter at the sight of the slips. We walked into the building and were met with a massive area lined with tables, small devices sat upon said tables while younger cybertronians around Undertakers age were behind them.

Young inventors and their inventions were as far as my optics could see, the determination and eager look in their optics gave me a sense of hope for the future. I began walking around and gazing upon the devices with great interest, some of them looked like the devices I used to create in the beginning of my learnings. I didn't dare to touch them as to not possibly damage their hard work, which inventing certainly was. I still have yet to invent the healing component my master had asked of me, and I shall begin once my new laboratory is stocked and filled with all of the equipment brought from Quintessa. I approached a table with a strange device upon it with what looked like propellers.

"What is this, may I ask?" I questioned the young inventor, an all green mech at his station.

"A possible energon regenerator, the design is still a work in progress." He said and pushed a button.

The energon regenerator started to malfunction, smoke coming out the back of its exhaust vent. He immediately shut it down.

"Oh slag it all! I thought I fixed this!"

The sounds it made sounded very familiar to me, the same sounds that occurred when a part was jammed. I've heard these sounds plenty of times before during my own experiments. And the smoke was the result of a blown fuse.

"Judging from these sounds, I believe there might be parts that are jammed and from the smoke it may be a blown fuse." I say.

The young inventor gave me a strange look, going to remove the panel with the exhaust vent. Once it was removed, smoke poured out and revealed the problem right away. A longer wire had gotten itself jammed in between 2 gears, he was surprised at how accurate I had stated the issue and began fixing his invention. He removed the wire and inserted a new one, this one being shorter and made sure it was in tightly. One he cleaned the parts, he placed the panel back on and pushed the button once again.

The device began working properly, he was shocked.

"How did you know that's what it was??" He asked.

"As an inventor myself, I've encountered these problems before and learned how to identify them. Good luck to you."

I walked away from his table and kept roaming around. Several of these inventions were very intriguing, but some were unfortunately very basic and boring. Oh well. Such is life. I had stopped at several tables and observed the inventions hard at work, many of them functioned properly while some had a few complications. To those that had complications, I gave the inventors constructive criticism and advice on how to fix their devices. And when they fixed them, they magically worked the way they were designed to. I was thanked several times along the way.

I was coming to the end of the convention when I noticed another inventor seemingly struggling with his device. He was a darker purple in color and possessed only one pinkish colored optic, his device seemed to be coming apart and smoking. I felt sympathetic for the inventor and approached his station, hearing him grumble under his breath.