Windtunnel? That is the first I've heard his name. *she is mildly reproachful* There was no need to keep it from me.
It does sound as though your culture was stagnating somewhat... *she sighs softly* Though so often it seems that it goes to the other extreme, before balance is achieved. On the other hand, I've had the impression that your Cybertron did not suffer the same amount of devestation as my own universe's, in many dimensions. Is that the case?
Was it typical for a creator to allow his or her construct to discover possible paths on their own, rather than leaning toward programming for a specific purpose?
*she stays silent for a long moment, seeming somewhat troubled* But... an assassin? Was that a common practice among merchants? It seems... extreme, in a world where war was not yet the norm.
*she hesitates to comment on anything else, for the moment*
I never told you his name? *confused* It wasn't intentional, must have slipped my mind.
Energon was far more plentiful for us. The war in your Cybertron was over dwindling resources, ours was over power--and I'll mention the discovery of minicon abilities in a bit, I can only fit so much into one decently-sized post..
I'm not really sure what the typical was; back in those days, creating your own Cybertronian was more of a novelty and display of wealth than anything else. The few other created mechs I met were pampered lapdogs and little else. Showpieces.
My father ran a cutthroat business--and he chose to make that moniker literal. It was only good business, and it indeed helped. ...although it's also worth mentioning that I removed a few art critics he didn't care for as well.
*Auspex blinks, somewhat confused herself* Neither of you would tell me, when he first arrived. I never really did understand how it could harm him. *she sounds self-chiding, now* It doesn't matter now, besides... but I found it baffling at the time.
*she seems rather wistful* Mine is recovering, now, at least... but I miss the sense of life it once had. Primus's touch has grown cold in the ruins; they are anguished... especially so, where temples have been destroyed. Hopefully, the rebuilding will restore that fullness of power.
Though, your home Cybertron probably was not left untouched by the battles, either. *she winces regretfully*
Showpieces? *she echos the word, considering that for a moment* Hopefully they were adaptable enough, should something happen to their creators..?
*Auspex frowns* I think I should not comment on that -- it will only cause you to become defensive of him. I will say, that I am afraid... that your creator thought much like a Decepticon from the beginning. *she shows a tiny hint of a smile
( ... )
I was paranoid, you'll have to forgive me for that. It was not that I didn't trust you--but that I knew you were faithful to the one power that might call Windtunnel back to whence he came and I wanted to be cautious.
As for the other little creations, I have no idea what their fate was. I didn't really care, they were all mindless faces to me. If I met one, I needn't bother meeting another; they were all useless. *disgusted* I had ambition. They needed nothing.
People speak of that time as the Golden Age, a time of peace...it was not. It was a time of hidden hostilities, of politics and intrigue and deaths occuring behind closed doors instead of on the battlefield. The amount of treachery involved would make some Decepticons sick.
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It does sound as though your culture was stagnating somewhat... *she sighs softly* Though so often it seems that it goes to the other extreme, before balance is achieved. On the other hand, I've had the impression that your Cybertron did not suffer the same amount of devestation as my own universe's, in many dimensions. Is that the case?
Was it typical for a creator to allow his or her construct to discover possible paths on their own, rather than leaning toward programming for a specific purpose?
*she stays silent for a long moment, seeming somewhat troubled* But... an assassin? Was that a common practice among merchants? It seems... extreme, in a world where war was not yet the norm.
*she hesitates to comment on anything else, for the moment*
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Energon was far more plentiful for us. The war in your Cybertron was over dwindling resources, ours was over power--and I'll mention the discovery of minicon abilities in a bit, I can only fit so much into one decently-sized post..
I'm not really sure what the typical was; back in those days, creating your own Cybertronian was more of a novelty and display of wealth than anything else. The few other created mechs I met were pampered lapdogs and little else. Showpieces.
My father ran a cutthroat business--and he chose to make that moniker literal. It was only good business, and it indeed helped. ...although it's also worth mentioning that I removed a few art critics he didn't care for as well.
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*she seems rather wistful* Mine is recovering, now, at least... but I miss the sense of life it once had. Primus's touch has grown cold in the ruins; they are anguished... especially so, where temples have been destroyed. Hopefully, the rebuilding will restore that fullness of power.
Though, your home Cybertron probably was not left untouched by the battles, either. *she winces regretfully*
Showpieces? *she echos the word, considering that for a moment* Hopefully they were adaptable enough, should something happen to their creators..?
*Auspex frowns* I think I should not comment on that -- it will only cause you to become defensive of him. I will say, that I am afraid... that your creator thought much like a Decepticon from the beginning. *she shows a tiny hint of a smile ( ... )
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As for the other little creations, I have no idea what their fate was. I didn't really care, they were all mindless faces to me. If I met one, I needn't bother meeting another; they were all useless. *disgusted* I had ambition. They needed nothing.
People speak of that time as the Golden Age, a time of peace...it was not. It was a time of hidden hostilities, of politics and intrigue and deaths occuring behind closed doors instead of on the battlefield. The amount of treachery involved would make some Decepticons sick.
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