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Caro Transmutata Metallo 52 A Transformers Prime Fanficiton Considerations And what, pray tell, was the purpose of spending years learning to contravene my core coding to learn combat if I’m not allowed to punch that smug face through the wall? Ratchet mused as he glared across his office at Rung. The psychologist had pulled him away from Daybreaker and the noisy order around him for a last minute consultation and so far the only thing it had produced in Ratchet was confusion and irritation. “Ep, ep, ep!” Ratchet chopped his hand through the air. “Do not think that I am disagreeing by any means, but you raked my processor over the coals to convince me that we couldn’t proceed quickly, and now you are saying there is no time to waste?” Of course Ratchet agreed with the accelerated prognosis, but Rung’s utter and abrupt capitulation was worrisome. This was not a mech who ever hurried and Ratchet needed to know the exact reason for the change before they proceeded. Rung let out an

Do Robots Get Electric Earaches? A Lost in Space FanFiction “And then there is that!” Don West exclaimed, pointing up and out of the Jupiter’s hub. John Robinson glanced up from the reports he was skimming to follow the pointing finger and the accusing gaze. It was fairly obvious what had earned the mechanics ire. There was a pattern of scuff marks running nearly perfectly perpendicular to the tracks that guided the doors. Nothing that passed frequently through the Jupiter should have been tall enough to make those marks. Still, John glanced at the younger man with an amused smile. “Do they compromise the safety of the hub?” he asked. “Not yet,” Don muttered as he shifted the wrench under his arm. “It’s the principle of the thing. This ship takes enough of a beating as is. There’s no reason for anyone to be deliberately, and you know it’s deliberate, marking up my pretty…” Don’s rant trailed off as he turned and stomped down the corridor towards whatever else needed