Please. We're hardly senior citizens when we're capable of living an eternity.
Is there such a thing as old then? Or are we going by human metrics eternally?
[They watch Drift with predatory eyes, the kind that say they would turn on him in a heartbeat if they could; they'd smash him to pieces, use the scraps of his cybertronian body to build something new, something interesting to them. There's no Newton Geiszler there. Not when he's shoved so far down, left in a heap.
But there's a strange static in Drift's earpiece as they smoke their offered cigarette. Low, soft static that sounds eerie close to breathing. The precursors carry on, unawares.]
Mmm, yeah, you got us there. We only remember as far back as when we finally harnessed the power behind a hivemind. But once we got it going, there was no forgetting. No disagreements. No individuality to get in the way of a well-greased machine.
You should try it sometime.
[The strange, broken noise in Drift's ear persists.
And then, so so softly, nearly drowning completely in it, Newton's voice whispers:
no subject
Is there such a thing as old then? Or are we going by human metrics eternally?
[They watch Drift with predatory eyes, the kind that say they would turn on him in a heartbeat if they could; they'd smash him to pieces, use the scraps of his cybertronian body to build something new, something interesting to them. There's no Newton Geiszler there. Not when he's shoved so far down, left in a heap.
But there's a strange static in Drift's earpiece as they smoke their offered cigarette. Low, soft static that sounds eerie close to breathing. The precursors carry on, unawares.]
Mmm, yeah, you got us there. We only remember as far back as when we finally harnessed the power behind a hivemind. But once we got it going, there was no forgetting. No disagreements. No individuality to get in the way of a well-greased machine.
You should try it sometime.
[The strange, broken noise in Drift's ear persists.
And then, so so softly, nearly drowning completely in it, Newton's voice whispers:
"Don't... give them... my lucky cigarettes..."]