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= In a police car, on the far side of a rest stop, just under the trees =
I got up slowly that orn, a foggy haze in my processor. I tried to stretch my peds, but I was in too confined an area. Why didn't I know that? I reached behind myself, trying to see if my doorwings were okay. My roaming hands could not find them. I started to panic, quickly unshuttering my optics, only to find it was too bright for them to handle. They closed again, automatically squeezing tighter than before. That didn't make any sense. I tried again to see, painfully keeping them open against the harsh sunlight. My vision adjusted slowly. I found myself in the backseat of a suspiciously familiar automobile. I cautiously stepped out of my cramped position and stretched. It was at this point I realized that I was no longer wholly black and white. My servos, from just above the center joint up to my shoulder, were black with a golden police badge just below the seam, but from there down... They looked to be a dark brown fleshy tone- Wait. Fleshy? The vehicle, similar to my police car alt mode, was the correct size for me to fit in. My doorwings were missing, with no phantom sensations, pains or no. Could it be-? No. I squashed that thought immediately. Completely illogical. Illogical? Why doesn't it hurt? What if-? I ran an internal diagnostic, hoping against hope that everything would turn up alright. Why won't my diagnostics run? My battle computer did not chime in with its usual percentages. My mind felt so empty without it adding to my every thought. I unconsciously rubbed my chin. And it moved slightly under my motions. That cemented the thought in my mind. I was somehow human.