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So... he hadn't completely fallen through on his promise to himself. He was still not in his own reality even though he had visited another's. That entire experience had been tucked away into his memory for later analysis. Still a project he wished to work on and likely would when the entire place of his current residence was online. A lot of knowledge had been gained from that experience but on the other hand the Autobot was determined to not make it his top priority. How well he'd succeed on that he couldn't say. It did pertain to his world, his species, and even if he pledged to not return to Optimus' side... he couldn't help be concerned.
The numbers of death and defects...
He shook his head and continued working on what he already had in font of him. An entire back wall was half looking like it might become a supercomputer of sorts. At least, what most Human's would consider it. His focus for today was getting this trash heap together in some form of assemble. Human he may look but the lack of tools and metal components that were exposed with a simple pull back of skin said otherwise.
He'd stated to a few he had met earlier that he was going to stay here for awhile, so when he came back to this place he scouted out some area's and found an abandoned place in the midst of the far SouthEast - as much as he could tell, that was. It must have been a tech-repair shop, the entire place was littered with old technologies and scraps. Not like he couldn't clean it all up again and make something good of it. What he was going to all do, whether he'd extend some services to others in the area or not, he wasn't sure yet, but he had become curious about the origins and nature of this place in general.
It took him a few days to get some computers fully operational (in his sense of the word), and he'd done some digging around on a few of the smaller sized computers to start with, but what he found was practically nothing. Since he knew little about the laws on staying here, he figured he'd as a question while working.
Do you have a theory on how this place came to be? was soon written up on various screens throughout the nexus.
(ooc: friends/enemies or new friends/enemies: feel free to drop by "in person" if you want to, too! Mun might be slow, jsyk.)
The numbers of death and defects...
He shook his head and continued working on what he already had in font of him. An entire back wall was half looking like it might become a supercomputer of sorts. At least, what most Human's would consider it. His focus for today was getting this trash heap together in some form of assemble. Human he may look but the lack of tools and metal components that were exposed with a simple pull back of skin said otherwise.
He'd stated to a few he had met earlier that he was going to stay here for awhile, so when he came back to this place he scouted out some area's and found an abandoned place in the midst of the far SouthEast - as much as he could tell, that was. It must have been a tech-repair shop, the entire place was littered with old technologies and scraps. Not like he couldn't clean it all up again and make something good of it. What he was going to all do, whether he'd extend some services to others in the area or not, he wasn't sure yet, but he had become curious about the origins and nature of this place in general.
It took him a few days to get some computers fully operational (in his sense of the word), and he'd done some digging around on a few of the smaller sized computers to start with, but what he found was practically nothing. Since he knew little about the laws on staying here, he figured he'd as a question while working.
Do you have a theory on how this place came to be? was soon written up on various screens throughout the nexus.
(ooc: friends/enemies or new friends/enemies: feel free to drop by "in person" if you want to, too! Mun might be slow, jsyk.)