What would your dream occupation be?
Heh, this is kind of an easy question. See, I haven’t always been a gunner-I mean, I was a good shot and all, and did target shooting and petrorabbit hunting and stuff like that for hobbies, but it wasn’t actually my function. I switched to being a gunner after…that…happened, and I’ve been one ever since then. So I’ve been a gunner for almost my entire life-well, around eight million and a couple thousand odd years anyway, or somewhere around there. Although I don’t know if four million years of that would count, because we-everybody on the Ark, that is-were offline for about four million years after we had one Pit of a rough landing. You know, I’m still kind of surprised nobody found the Ark before its systems went back online. I mean, you’d expect somebody to poking around Mt. Saint Hilary sometime before we all came back online, right? But they didn’t, and I guess that’s maybe a good thing. Anyway. I think my dream occupation would be the job I had before I was a gunner-being a courier. Which I know probably sounds kind of odd, because a courier doesn’t seem to be one of those jobs that really stick out. But I was a courier for the first million years or so of my life, give or take a couple thousand, and I really enjoyed it. Well, I enjoyed most of it, anyway. Sure, there was some annoying stuff like getting caught in traffic, or having seeker jets come when the war was just getting started, or surprising a bunch of petrorabbits and having them explode on you because you made them bolt and they wound up exploding their fuel tanks. Have you ever tried to scrape exploded petrorabbit bits and fuel off? It’s not easy a lot of the time, trust me-I’ve spent more time than I’d like to trying to get it off me after I was trying to get to another city in a hurry. But yeah, I think a courier job would be my dream job. It’s flexible, you get to see a lot of places, and you get to spend your time speeding back and forth. Well, you speed back and forth when you aren’t caught in traffic, anyway…although I don’t think that the traffic on Cybertron was nearly as bad as the traffic here on Earth. I kind of have to wonder about whoever came up with the traffic-related stuff in Portland; I still think sixty MPH is a crime, and whoever’s in charge of the road construction has to be nuts. Maybe it’s the job that drives you nuts. I guess it’s possible, but I’m not sure. But my dream job wouldn’t be doing that-it’d just be running messages and stuff back and forth as a courier. It's a nice, simple, peaceful job.