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Post by KI3T on Dec 20, 2011 4:41:59 GMT -5
KITT would chuckle he could, so instead he generated one that matched his voice fairly well. "Yes, I have autonomous movement, but a driver can also take the controls as well. They are simply two different primary safety functions. I can operate under manual control, where Cira can have full control of any/all my functions, and automatic, where I choose what I want to do on my own accord." KITT backed up, transformed into his F150 4x4 mode and drove backwards around them in a wide circle. He turned in reverse a bit to line himself back up so he faced Blindspot again after a full revolution. Then right before him, he transformed back into his default Mustang form. "To me, interchanging between the two modes is natural. Whenever Cira wants control, she just asks if she can have the controls. I have never had to say no thus far." Cira nods vigorously with an "mhm mhm" as he said the last bit.
((go ahead and post, skipping Cira for now))
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Post by blindspot on Dec 20, 2011 14:45:08 GMT -5
When KITT’s plates started to shift, Blindspot tensed, but held his ground. His nervousness was an instinctive response, and he had no real reason to believe that this would dissolve into a fight. KITT seemed levelheaded, and besides, it would be foolish to start anything with his human out and unprotected. He tracked KITT’S movements as a 4x4 with interest. “Like my people,” he concluded. It wasn’t quite the same as having a ‘bot form, but it certainly made KITT a versatile vehicle.
Perhaps more versatile than the average Cybertronian. Blindspot was fast in his ‘bot form, but he was nigh uncatchable in his alt mode. However, he was clearly not built for off-roading. KITT could go just about anywhere and maintain the advantages of his alt (or, well, default) mode. “An advantageous design. You can travel over nearly any terrain that way, should you need to.” Anyone running from KITT would have a hard time shaking him. KITT’s explanation of the balance of control immediately drew Blindspot’s attention.
“That is… fascinating,” he admitted, “to be able to be controlled from the inside.” What must it feel like to free up manual control to a passenger in that regard? It would take trust, first of all. It would probably present a host of advantages for a machine built to utilize them, freeing up processor power for a variety of other tasks. Blindspot decided it was definitely not for him, though. There mere thought of one of those wriggling humans moving around in his cabin was enough to make him shudder in disgust.
It only now occurred to him that this had been a very one-sided conversation. He had been peppering KITT and Cira with questions, indulging his own curiosity without offering anything in return. Blindspot did not think he was important enough to give the Autobots any distinct advantage by letting KITT know anything about him. “I am sorry. I have not been very polite. I normally do not behave like some excited sparkling,” he added dryly, “I assure you. It is just--well, it is all very interesting. I did not think I would see such things on Earth. I did not know Earth could produce such things.”
He paused thoughtfully. “There is much about your home that I do not know,” he concluded.
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Post by KI3T on Dec 20, 2011 19:46:43 GMT -5
"It is all right, I like to help beings learn, be they Cybertronian or human. If you ever want to know anything about Earth you can just ask me, I have a database full of information and plenty of ways to access various resources online." KITT assured him. "Scientists have increasingly become interested in artificial intelligence and nanotechnology. I am both of those studies combined." KITT liked to show off, so he may as well demonstrate another cool fact about himself. "Cira, get one of your guns and demonstrate what nanotechnology is about."
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Post by Cira Knight on Dec 20, 2011 19:47:50 GMT -5
The Mustang popped open the passenger door for Cira which held some of her belongings on the seat and the dark-skinned woman shuffled through one of her backpacks she took running and withdrew a silver pistol, a .45 caliber Smith and Wessen. She shut the door, stepped back several feet to avoid the ricochet, and moved around towards the front near Blindspot. She aimed high on KITT's hood so he could see, and the bullet bounced off. When it bounced off, tiny micro-mechanical organisms swarmed together immediately after the impact and regrouped in the area hit by the bullet, sealing up quickly like a fast healing wound. "Pretty bad ass huh?" she said, glancing over at Blindspot to her right as she put the pistol back on safety and pointed it down to the ground so as not to make him tense.
((I wasn't sure if Blindspot would know about nanotechnology so I figured: why not? :3))
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Post by blindspot on Dec 21, 2011 2:50:13 GMT -5
It was a good thing that KITT liked to teach, because Blindspot liked to learn. He had not considered throwing his research efforts into the study of Earth. After all, what good would it do on the field? It wouldn’t do anything except satisfy his own curiosity. Still, he wanted to do it. I wonder if that is what he means, Blindspot thought to himself, by doing something simply for the sake of it.
It was also a good thing that KITT liked to show off, because Blindspot seemed to be just as happy to admire his abilities. He watched curiously as Cira retrieved a human firearm. Despite the gun’s laughably small size, it would have been more than enough to do a bit of damage to Blindspot’s thin outer plating. He watched it warily. Instead of anything fishy, though, she pointed it at her companion. Huh.
When she fired, Blindspot initially flinched, rolling backwards slightly. When KITT’s skin began to knit together, though, in a most fascinating way, it stuck a chord in the Decepticon. It was some sort of mechanized healing process! Using Earth technology! KITT had unwittingly strayed into a territory that Blindspot ws passionate about: medicine. He had to get a better look at that. There was no warning for the transformation. His plates just suddenly rose, the sleek lines of his alt mode bristling as they rearranged themselves into his limbed configuration.
In an instant full of whirring metal he loomed nineteen feet over them, which lessened as he knelt carefully before KITT. He was not terribly large as far as Cybertronians went, but his dark bulk was more than enough to make Cira look positively miniscule by comparison. His body was all dark angles and sharp edges outlined in cold moonlight, his form slim, invoking a sense of speed even though he was barely moving.
He didn’t look like a medic.
He looked like a Decepticon. He was dangerous, harsh, bristling…
…right until he cocked his head like a curious dog. “I have never seen anything quite like that before,” the soft rasp of his voice was only slightly louder now, and betrayed a hint of the excitement he was feeling at the sight. His face gave nothing away, though. It was a blank, silvery mask slashed by a red optic strip, rigid and incapable of any expression. He wasn’t even using a mouth to speak. “It is something like a Cybertronian self-repair function, but accelerated. Refined.” He gestured vaguely with a free hand tipped with wickedly sharp talons. “Does this hyperactive functions draw extra power? Does it hurt?”
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Post by KI3T on Dec 21, 2011 6:39:52 GMT -5
"In most cases, I am sensitive to impact and touch just the way Cybertronians are. The nanoskin dulls the pain of impact significantly, unless it is for example a force greater than me striking my entirety. That hurts. Barages of bullets, even sitting on bombs seldom hurt me. I am not incapable of sensing the touch from others and things around me. The nanoskin co-exists with me, I frequently know what it's doing usually on an instinctive level. The nanomachines however, are instructed to target areas of impact and replicate themselves immediately. Sometimes though, they do strange things and act as a swarm when shifting between transformations or changing pigment. Each nanomachine is a mechanical micorganism that makes its own decision or follows a command based on the damage taken, and there are billions that you cannot see without a micorscope." KITT demonstrated a shift in the nanomachines by changing his whole paint job to pearly white, though the scanners remained as they were, pacing hypnotically and generating that gentle hum.
Once again, KITT was a little bit intimidated by Blindspot's appearance, but with how non-agressive he was being, KITT had little to fear. He was studying his behavior closely with interest and without any notification of doing so. He was curious. Despite the raspy voice and the creepy figure, Blindspot was unusually friendly for a Decepticon, and he was curious about anything scientific and mechanical from what he could tell so far. KITT liked that, it was a sign they could have many more intelligent conversion about a whole variety of things in the realms of physics, logic, sciences, etc. Perhaps he should ask out of curiosity what was up with his voice.
"May I ask why your voice sounds raspy?"
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Post by blindspot on Dec 21, 2011 13:20:21 GMT -5
Blindspot tilted his head in admiration, increasing the magnification slightly, observing the smoothness with which the machines reacted. The transition was quick and fluid, demonstrating the perfect sync with one another in which the nanomachines moved. And humans had made that. Extraordinary. As impressive as it was to think of those plodding, fumbling humans making something so functional yet elegant, it was much more pleasurable to simply watch, and Blindspot nodded his approval of KITT’s color choice.
The drone was not quite as fortunate as KITT as far as armor went. While the sensors on Blindspot’s armor were not significantly more sensitive than an average vehicle’s, his plating was thinner, and reacted to stimulus more readily. If he was injured, it hurt like the Pit, but Blindspot was very seldom ever hit. Not getting hit was, in fact, his specialty. Blindspot had tried to alter his sensor calibration, but he wasn‘t having much luck making fine adjustments. He could, for instance, deactivate certain patches of his pleasure/pain receptor net (which he did when he was making modifications to himself), but he didn’t want to go through his life entirely numb. It was dangerous. Pain was an early indicator of damage.
KITT’s white form threw off a healthy bit of moonlight, and for the first time it was clear that Blindspot was not, in fact, a black machine, but rather a very deep purple one. The metal of which he was comprised reflected light very strangely, in a way no earth alloy ever did. The color only showed in certain places, where the light struck him just right.
“It is very similar to our self-repair functions,” he concluded, after hearing the explanation delivered, “But whereas you have a… a skin of microscopic unit working in tandem, our self-repair comes from the very metal we are made of.” He put a hand over the Decepticon brand on chest, under which rested his erratically-beating Spark. He probably would have started divulging more, but then KITT asked him a question.
He had thought he might be nervous or uncomfortable answering questions about himself, even if he had subtly acknowledged that he would, but he was surprised at how much he didn’t mind. He even sort of wanted to share the information with KITT. “I was injured early in my service on Earth. A sniper.” He brought his hand up, tapping the place where the cords of his flexible throat met the angular sweep of the metallic collar that was part of his design. “The wound went deep, and damaged my vocoder.”
He paused for a moment, and added, “The wound was not immediately fatal, or even dangerous. It was close to being so, however--I was told a few more degrees difference in height, and it would have pierced my Spark chamber. My vocoder was damaged, but I could still speak. As you know, I am a drone, so the injury was set on a low-priority treatment regime. There simply weren’t enough resources to repair me immediately.”
He paused, and then he began to shift, transforming back into his alt-mode. He did not explain why he was doing so. He just did it. As soon as he had settled on his tires, he went on. “My self-repair started to repair the damage to the best of its ability, but it did not heal properly. I do not think that any changes can be made at this point without causing me another, perhaps even more grievous, injury. It does not cause me pain. It is now simply…” He paused, and then rocked on his springs in an approximation of a shrug. “My voice.”
He was uncertain if he should bring up the other consequence of his wound. Blindspot’s Sonic Scrambler only existed as a result of the anomalous way his deep injury had repaired itself. Blindspot himself wasn’t sure how it worked. He decided not to bring it up. It wasn’t a weapon, but rather a method of self-defense, and often the element of surprise was the only thing keeping him from perishing on the battlefield. He was surprised that his decision brought with it a stab of guilt.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like KITT. He thought the other was an interesting and pleasant individual, but he just couldn’t trust an Autobot with that kind of information. Blindspot knew that he wouldn’t use the information KITT had given against him--after all, it was not his job to fight anyone--but he couldn’t be sure that the Autobots would leave a medic to his duties. It was war, after all.
It was the first moral quandary that speaking with KITT had presented Blindspot, and it wouldn't be the last. He was mildly distressed by it.
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Post by KI3T on Dec 22, 2011 2:32:42 GMT -5
"That is unfortunate. I wonder what your voice sounded like before. At least you can still speak properly in close ranges. But now we understand why you could not speak earlier." KITT had heard about Bumblebee and how he still could not speak because Ratchet didn't have time or couldn't figure it out, and he decided it seemed shots to vocoders weren't unheard of. He pictured a more clear, deeper and sound voice, the ones KITT tended to be drawn to. "I have heard your bodies repair similar to mine, but perhaps a little slower in most cases. If my nanoskin is offline however for whatever reason, I am a normal vehicle that takes damage as it normally would."
KITT paused a bit then changed voices by generating both Cira's voice and Mike's voice. He didn't want to give the impression that he was mocking Blindspot else he would have used his voice too. "Voices, I can change them too. Regardless of gender."
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Post by Cira Knight on Dec 22, 2011 2:38:50 GMT -5
"He dun use that feature much but it comes in handy n catches you surprise when he does!" Cira giggled softly, turning to look at Blindspot's alternate mode again. She had been staring a little at Blindspot up till when she spoke and had to try hard to resist, having been admiring his paintjob. "Sorry fer starin' dude, just, I freakin' love purple, and black. I have attention issues, especially when it comes to shiny things." she shook her head.
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Post by blindspot on Dec 22, 2011 2:52:54 GMT -5
“I sounded much the same as the rest of my batch.” He seemed to realize that this didn’t give much in the way of explanation, and decided to add, “Unremarkable, really.” There were no soldiers left out of Blindspot’s clone batch and even if there were, he didn’t think that he would ever have a chance to present them to KITT. He had never made recordings of himself, or of them. “I do not particularly mind. I never have need to raise my voice.” After all, his job was to listen, not to speak. Not unless he was dealing with a patient, of course, and they usually weren’t in any position to yell over him.
Blindspot gave his horrible grating chuckle when KITT changed his voice. He was about to comment on it when Cira interjected with her own perspective, and then she complimented Blindspot.
If it was possible for a featureless muscle car to look awkward, then Blindspot managed it. He positively radiated the air of someone who didn’t know what to do with himself. It was a small compliment, really, inconsequential and not even directly spoken, but Blindspot wasn’t used to it. “Er. I.” A pause. “Thank you? I cannot really take credit for it, of course, as I was manufactured this way, but all the same…”
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Post by Cira Knight on Dec 22, 2011 3:12:13 GMT -5
"Are there more like you, since you are a drone? Or are all the drones different?" Cira queried, then yawned. She then took a glance at her wrist watch communicator."Oof, it be gettin' late, I think we should go back to th' city unless we wanna camp out here or something, which I'd rather not do on meh last day here." Cira added. She kept her eyes on Blindspot then, waiting to see what he said. It was possible there were many very similar to him, but she hadn't seen them yet so she had no idea.
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Post by blindspot on Dec 22, 2011 3:37:10 GMT -5
When Blindspot answered, his thin, rasping voice was even softer than usual. “There were. They are mostly gone now.” There was more to the story than that, but he wasn’t sure where to start, and KITT’s human companion seemed to be getting sleepy. In some way, he was relieved. He had taken a liking to KITT, and, to some degree, his human companion, but he didn’t know if he wanted to divulge those details about his life. As a drone, Blindspot didn’t have much, but he did have his personal history.
“If you need to head home, human, then I understand. I should probably get along, myself. I have a long way to go…” He let his voice trail off uncertainly. What now? Should they just part ways, never to speak again? It was a bit of an awkward situation, and Blindspot wasn’t sure what to make of it. Had he really just spent the evening racing and conversing with an Autobot? If KITT weren’t standing here, he wasn’t sure that he would believe it. What had come over him?
He could see the distant lights of the city reflected in KITT’s windshield. It was this place. There was something about Las Vegas that changed you the moment you entered it, something that lurked unseen in the dark spaces between the blinking lights, in the human laughter in the air and the grandiose sprawl of the buildings themselves. It whispered strange thoughts into one‘s processor. “Let go,” they said, “after all, it’s Vegas.”
“I will be honest with you. This is not how I expected to spend my evening. But I am glad that I did, KITT. Miss Knight.” A pause. He wanted to ask if he would ever see either of them again, but he knew that they didn’t know the answer any more than he did. He sort of wanted to. Was that wrong? He didn’t think it would hurt anything. He couldn’t really bring himself to say it, though. What should he say? “Thank you.” Thank you for listening to me.
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Post by KI3T on Dec 22, 2011 5:18:18 GMT -5
KITT would nod curtly if he were a human. "Likewise, you are welcome. "One does not always have to hold true to what they say about Las Vegas: what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. So perhaps this is not the first and last time we encounter each other. Goodnight, Blindspot." KITT replied with a hint of cheer, making this a subtle invitation to possibly race again if they weren't too busy. KITT wasn't sure how CLOSE he would get to a Decepticon as a friend, but he rather liked this one despite the creepy voice, more so than any of the others. He would just have to wait and see how time progressed, if there were any signs of betrayal, it would happen if their duties arose to protect something they had their own feelings about or had to for the sake of their leaders. KITT could still feel a dull tinge of bitterness in his processor as he thought about this, it was hard to be friends with the enemy. And dangerous. But for now, he was willing to risk it.
"See ya Blindspot, it was nice meetin' ya!" Cira waved curtly to Blindspot's alternate mode as she stepped into the driver's seat of KITT's form, and then shut the door gently. KITT rumbled to life and watched the reflection of the city on Blindspot's own windshield as he backed up, completely oblivious to the idea that this was certainly not the last time he would see Blindspot, and more.
The two drove off at a reasonable, but casual pace, letting Blindspot pass if he so wished. They both made their way back into the busy, partying and gambling maze of a city that was Las Vegas and split ways when needed.
((Thread complete!!))
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