“We have been at war for ages, our desire to explore the cosmos buried by that darkness until it was but a spark…” Zepar said, “But, through this voyage, we have found that there are mysteries about our ancestors and that spark is igniting again into a fire of curiosity.”
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“This is… disheartening to hear,” the voice says. “When last I saw cybertron, it had been left in ruins by a war born from lies. My creators hoped their kind would rebuild in time, but your words tell me otherwise.”
“Well, we did rebuilt Cybertron from its many wars of history,” Scorchlock said. “However, this latest war brought our home almost into a state of an barren wasteland,” he continued. “That being said, who are you even?” he asked.
“I am an artificial intelligence created to assess those who come seeking the Dark Omega Key,” the voice replies. “I oversee this stage of the trials my creators devised to test you.”
“And who are your creators?” Scorchlock asked.
“We have been rebuilding but it has been difficult amidst the conflict.” Zepar said.
Epsilon steps up, “what would you value our knowledge of Earth culture?” He asks, “It won’t be a ton but it may help you understand Junkions and their references better if you encounter them in the future.”
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“My architects were members of the Knights of Cybertron,” says the voice.
“My knowledge of humanity paints them as a primitive people, but with the potential to one day become a great civilization to rival our own,” the voice says. “Their lives are short, but they do so much in what little time they are given. I am eager to know what has become of them since my creators knew them last.”
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“How can we input the information we seek to give and can it be done privately?” Zepar asked, a bit unsure to share something rather personal. (That dream/vision he had when he was almost killed)
“You can use the consoles you see around this room to upload data directly from your neural network,” the AI explains. “I can also remotely access storage devices throughout this station, but only if you grant me permission to do so.”
Zepar steps up to a console and interfaces with it, wanting to make what he was inputting would be private to himself and the AI.
This is what has given me hope. he mentally told the AI as he interfaced, It isn’t much but I hold that hope that this is what will come to pass if we succeed in finding the Omega Lock and restore the Creator; this is a future I wish for all to be able to partake in.
Zepar tried to convey how the mission of Salvation and its crew was to use the Omega Lock to freely and unconditionally use all its power to restore Primus, no fine print or strings attached, so that all Cybertronian life could have an equal shot at a bright future.
And with that private connection established, Zepar copies the memories of the vision he had and gives that perfect copy to the AI.
Epsilon also walks up and tries to start uploading what he knew of Earth culture, “Guys, feel free to add anything you know about Earth culture to this.” He told the group.
Garand also steps up to add what he knew of Earth and its people and their culture to the archive.
OOC: Epsilon doesn’t really want to take anything, he’s giving the information to the AI to genuinely help it down the road if it encounters Junkions again. And the same with Zepar; he is wanting to show there is hope for the people of Cybertron…even if it is from a vision/dream he had in a near-death experience.
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Starchaser and Starchaser both found a terminal to start uploading. Starchaser quietly sung to herself as she copied and uploaded her many music files. She rhythmically bounced her hands in the air, closing them like she was holding a set of drumsticks.
"Man and machine,
and nothing there in between.
A flying circus
and a man from Prussia.
The sky and a plain
This man commands his domain
The western front
and all the way to Russia."
Meanwhile Broadwing thought hard about what knowledge he could share. His claws rattled as he concentrated
“I did spend a fair amount of time with the insecticons before I rejoined the rest of the crew. Perhaps I could share what I learned of their culture?”
He asked the a.i.
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Zepar, Epsilon, Garand, and Starchaser’s contributions are successfully added to the archive without a comment from its custodian, who silently looks over and listens to each image, memory, and song.
“Perhaps,” the AI responds impartially.
Garand, Zepar and Epsilon step away from the consoles, not even scrolling through the data in the archives to see what they wanted in return for what they gave.
“Very well.”
Broadwing says as he appraches a terminal and begins inputting what he knew. Though he was noticeably slow at it, lacking proper didgets.
Spectrum tilted her head as she climbed up to a console, and clumsily began inputting information about various medical procedures relating to Cybertronians and humans.
Split began to input information on various comedic routines his counterparts had studied from humans, such as the Three Stooges and Jim Gaffigan.
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“Humans still have appendixes?” the AI mutters. “How strange…”
The AI processes the data that our heroes offer, adding them to its records. The lights on the data towers around the room blink softly to signal that their databanks were updating.
“This is all more than sufficient,” the AI decrees. “When you first told me of your war, I feared my creators’ descendants had become ignorant, but I have been proven wrong. You have shown me a people worth salvation, and a universe that has evolved spectacularly around them.”
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Spectrum clapped her hands.
“Aa-a-appendix!” She cheered.
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“So can we move on now? I got a feeling there’s a lot more tests ahead of us.”
Pipebomb said.
“Hold on! I’m almost done.”
Starchaser protested. She then turned her attention back to the console, happily humming a new tune.
Without a word from the AI, the hologram in the center of the room vanishes. The terraces beneath our heroes twist and reshape themselves into a spiral staircase, leading down into a porthole opening at the bottom.
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“Finally.”
Pipebomb sighed.
Starchaser quickly disconnected from the terminal as the last of her music was uploaded, and headed down to the stair case with the other two.