11th Transmission -- 4TH WALL EVENT

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Why are the birds speaking.

[Ironhide can be found sitting outside of his artichoke pod and casually throwing rocks at one of the aforementioned birds in irritation.

The bird does not shut up.]

Comments

[reformatedrebel.livejournal.com]

[...

...What?]

What kind of robot are you?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Not a 'robot'. Autobot. There is a difference.

[reformatedrebel.livejournal.com]

Like what?

[Who installed that personality.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Sentience. Emotion. Life.

[reformatedrebel.livejournal.com]

[Huh?]

Robots have A.I.s.

[heavyweaponsbot]

And I am no robot. Are your audio receptors malfunctioning?

[reformatedrebel.livejournal.com]

[He sure hopes not. Last thing he needs is that crazy scientist lady putting more stuff into him.]

My ears are fine. It's you who isn't making any sense.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I explained it. You just refused to listen.

[reformatedrebel.livejournal.com]

Fine.

So you're an Autobot. A kind of sentient robot? There's no such thing. It's all A.I.

[heavyweaponsbot]

No. A living organism. Just happen to be made of metal.

[He snorts.]

And there is obviously no such thing as intelligence on your planet.

[reformatedrebel.livejournal.com]

[He's a little stuck on the living organism bit.]

What!? It's, but that's...uh?

[Whats with this place!?

But eventually the last part sinks in.]

Wait a minute-Hey!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide just looks at him. Waiting.]

[reformatedrebel.livejournal.com]

[During which Ricalna closes his eyes and tries to calm himself down.

This guy doesn't know anything. He's just making assumptions and trying to insult him. For all he knows this is just one really crazy /crazy/ dream. Fighting with his subconscious is pointless...but he wasn't sleeping when he-GAH!

Just clam down.]

Forget it.

[He opens his eyes again.

Ok, so he's having a conversation with a sentient robot. Like the talking birds weren't weird enough. This place...]

Where am I anyway?