koilungfish | 080214 - Cold Fusion

8/2/08 - 13/2/08 - Ill
14/2/08 - 601 words on Taste of Empires

13/12/07 - Cold Fusion

         Soundwave heard Shockwave come in and sensed the familiar energy pattern peeking between the cyclopean commander's fingers, but wasn't fast enough to recognise it before Shockwave thrust his hand in front of Soundwave's face, the scrubber hanging from its shameful cables and said "Item: yours."
         "Assessment: incorrect," Soundwave said, taking his hands off the keyboard and leaning back in his seat. The simulation of Megatron's energy pattern shimmered in his face. He could hear its long, growling note of power and control, feel it hot on his mask. Shockwave; prying glitchbag.
         "Fact; item was recovered from your quarters. Fact; item was located in your workstation drawer. Fact; item is optimised for connection to systems prioritised for sonic and radio sensitivity. Conclusion; item is yours," Shockwave said, giving the scrubber a shake so that it swung before Shockwave's face.
         The cassette host rested his hands on the arms of his chair and refused to move his head. He would not let himself track the scrubber as it swung before him, back and forth, back and forth, a rumble of energy. "Conclusion; inaccurate."
         "Elaborate," Shockwave ordered, leaning on the back of Soundwave's chair with his other arm.
         Elaborate my sine function, Soundwave thought. "Informant; biased. Item; planted."
         "Fact; attempting to discredit you through planting an energy flow modulator amongst your private possessions would be ineffective," Shockwave said.
         "Elaborate," Soundwave said, leaning to one side to tap a few commands into his console.
         "Fact; your reputation is filth."
         Soundwave froze, one hand hovering above the keyboard, the other struggling to clench.
         Behind him, Shockwave tilted his head slightly as he leant more heavily on his arm. "Observation; your lack of response is characterised by suppressed anger. Hypothesis; you are cognisant of the truth of this fact but do not wish to acknowledge it. Conclusion; you are aware that your are renowned throughout the parts of the Decepticon Empire that have heard of you for your cowardice, grovelling, obedience and perversion."
         Soundwave wondered who'd shopped him. Ravage. Reminder to self; post Ravage to furthest colony at first possible opportunity.
         "Hypothesis," Shockwave continued, "your further silence constitutes assent. Conclusion; you are aware of your reputation as a pervert of remarkable scope."
         "Desiring Megatron; not perversion," Soundwave said.
         Shockwave wiggled the scrubber. "Fact; inability to acquire companionship is indicative of poor interpersonal relationship capacities. Fact; inability to forcibly acquire companionship is indicative of feebleness."
         "Inability to forcibly acquire companionship from Megatron; not weakness," Soundwave replied.
         "Inability to manipulate Megatron into desired relationship is indicative of poor political skills," Shockwave said, discarding the point with flat tones.
         Soundwave mentally listed the ways in which Shockwave was able to physically restrain him from leaving and wondered if he could run fast enough to escape. Assessment; unlikely.
         "I am eight-seven point five percent certain that you harbour a chronic unfulfilled desire for Megatron," Shockwave said, continued to verbally goad him.
         "Assess your factory's waste produce," Soundwave said, thoroughly fed up.
         "Suggestion; ignored," Shockwave said, unruffled. "Obscenity; irrelevant."
         "Conversation; irrelevant," Soundwave said, folding his arms over his chest-drive.
         "Assessment; incorrect," Shockwave said.
         Soundwave lifted his head a faction. Despite Shockwave's singularly thick armour, he was detecting a trace of emotion from the commander's core - a suggestion of nervousness? Of uncertainty? Of leaking radiation?
         "Fact; your perversion is not unique," Shockwave said, looking away.
         "Statement; true," Soundwave said. "Perspicacity; amazing."
         "Statement; irrelevant. Fact; your perversion is shared by 0.06% of Decepticons," Shockwave continued. "Fact; your perversion is shared by 100% of Decepticons in this room."
         Information; a liability, Soundwave thought. Shockwave; intelligent. "Propriety circuits; malfunctioning?" he asked. "Alternative: Shockwave; suicidal?"
         Shockwave dropped the scrubber in his lap. Soundwave flinched, his buttons pressing themselves down in a cringe. The scrubber almost burned with Megatron's energy signature. It felt hot on his thighs, powerful and alive and...
         ...recently used.
         Soundwave wanted to scream.
         "Fact; any mechanism desperate enough to use an energy flow modulator is desperate for company. Fact; energy flow modulators can be cross-linked in order to be used between two mechanisms," Shockwave said, no more inflected than if he were discussing the state of repair on a highway. "Fact; I will be in my quarters at three breems after seven joors."
         Soundwave touched the scrubber in his lap. It felt like Megatron.
         "Fact; you are desperate enough to be there early," Shockwave said, and left.
         Fact, thought Soundwave, malfunctioning glitchbag is right.