Night 45: Intercom, Beginning of Night

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The Head Doctor simply let out a low laugh.

"No... no, really, I think I will be sitting back tonight. Don't want to ruin the surprise for those who might be... revisiting, do we?"

His voice slowly faded away.

The doors unlocked.

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Prowl went from drifting in peaceful warmth to being wrapped up? Something was wrong with his processor. Commands seemed, not wrong, but foreign. He was supposed to be in the Well of Allsparks. Not that anybot knew for sure, but he never expected it to be so physical.

Once his optics were open he sat up and took note of his fleshy body. Was this what happened? Your spark moved into an organic? But then, why did he remember everything from his past? And why was he fully grown.

Soundwave? It didn't feel the same, but the program might be more sophisticated now. Harder to beat.

Prowl felt his processor ache. Head. His head ached. Beyond trying to work out how he was still functioning and why, he wasn't really sure how he felt about it. What did this make his sacrifice? Just...what was going on?

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Jomy woke up with a fright, the feeling of being alive again immediately setting off warning bells in his mind. He sat up, and though he was not the sort to inspect his surroundings with the eye of a detective, it was his first instinct to peruse this foreign environment he now found himself in. With a jump out of the bed he'd been in (some things never changed, even when you were no longer fourteen and naive about the world around you), he took a precursory peek around him. The sterile walls were nothing new, but everything else looked so... old-fashioned. A strange book sat in the sturdy contraption he found in the corner of the room--he knew books had had paper in them long ago, but didn't think they still existed.

He put it back in its place and peeked underneath the bed, his curiosity getting the better of him. Even it was old-fashioned, he noticed, but that wasn't that unusual. His bed on Ataraxia had been similar...

Home! Was this a dream, was he hooked up to another psionic device? Jomy knew that he would have instantly been attacked by a vicious psychic wave, but the bizarre situation he had found himself in gave him the feeling that something was wrong. Grand Mother, perhaps?

Jomy reached a hand up to his head, noting with sorrow that his headphones were gone, the memories of Blue they held within gone too, but hadn't he given it to Tony anyways? Tony--his successor.

For when he died.

And he had died.

And he had made peace with that fact. He had (hopefully) saved his people--where were they now?--had made Keith see things his way, and then his life had ended. This was not the afterlife, it couldn't be. He'd expected his mother to be there, had always thought that was the way it would be, when he originally learned of that particular concept. But his mother hadn't died, had she? Was this the afterlife he was condemned to? Was it Hell?

He had done nothing wrong. It could not be Hell.

A primitive door blocked the room from the outside world; he could see it out of the corner of his eye from his position underneath the bed. Crawling back out, he took another look around the room, poking through every compartment he saw. Beneath the pillow he found a strange device. He picked it up, hoping that it was what had caused this illusion and that removing it would cause the strange room he had found himself in to dissolve into nothing again.

When he realized that it had done nothing, he decided to test the door. Opening it after a few seconds of attempting to figure out just how exactly he was supposed to do so, he walked into the dark hallway beyond, curiosity overtaking any fear he might have felt.

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