Convoy:

*Generally when Convoy wanders, he's wandering.  There's no set destination in his usually rambling processors - he's just walking for the sake of walking.  Today, however, is a bit of a different matter, as some things have been running about in his head for a bit.  And, since his list of friends in general is rather short, and he hasn't seen Tracks around for a bit, he decides to pay the other a visit, and maybe get some answers from the Corvette.  So!  He finds the room he's (pretty) sure is Tracks', and does the best thing in this situation: knocks.*

Tracks:

*Amazingly, he's correct, and so the Corvette answers with a rather surprised look for his visitor* Convoy?

Convoy:

Wonderful, the right room on the first try!  *He smiles brightly at Tracks*  How are you, Tracks?

Tracks:

Good enough. *He tilts his head slightly* ...Would you like to come in?

Convoy:

*He blinks, then regains his smile*  Mm.  I suppose I should.  I have... A few questions to ask you, though, so I hope that's all right?  I wouldn't want to keep you long, if you have previous engagements.

Tracks:

Nothing at the moment. Please-- *Tracks steps back to let him in, rather bemused* Have a seat, make yourself comfortable.

Convoy:

*He takes the invitation in a stride, stepping into the room and more or less standing - he's a little too full of questions to just lounge around as he probably would, otherwise*  I'm glad.  This would be the second time I've potentially ruined other plans, so you can understand that I don't want to interrupt anything.  Still...  *Pauses for a moment, then looks at Tracks*  Do you know Dead End?

Tracks:

*The Corvette frowns slightly as he thinks* The Stunticon? That Dead End?

Convoy:

I think so.  Lovely paint job - got rather beaten up recently, though, really scuffed up his finish...  I'm afraid I didn't think to ask for a designation.  *In a mild tone* Those things just don't come to me.

Tracks:

*nods, hiding a smirk as he takes a seat anyway* So what about Dead End?

Convoy:

Well, he brought up some rather... confusing subjects for me.  *Frowning a bit now, thoughtfully*  Nice enough, patient, considering how I tend to - ...Yes.  Well, to be honest, Tracks - would you be able to explain this "overload" terminology to me?  *Looking at the Corvette curiously*

Tracks:

... *Blinks* ...Pardon? *Granted it's not terribly difficult to stump Tracks, but that was -not- whatever he might have been expecting and it takes a second for him to switch gears* Why do you want to know?

Convoy:

The internet says that an overload is an excess of information that... impairs a system and its functions.  Dead End agreed that that is what its meaning is, but I hardly think a little excess information is anything to get annoyed over.  And, if he were overloaded, as opposed to myself, then why am I the one who can't remember the process itself?  *Looks, to be honest, stumped*

Tracks:

That -is- true... There is more to it than that, however. *He grimaces, trying to think of where to even begin or if it's even worth bothering* ...Do you remember when we. When you showed me the washroom you found?

Convoy:

Mm, I do.  Vaguely.  *Convoy waves a hand, looking suddenly, very (very) vaugely frustrated*  I have trouble remembering details.  The general concepts, however - they're there.  I think.

Tracks:

Ah. *Frowns, a little offended that Convoy didn't remember all -that-, but at least it isn't done meanly* Well... Why were you and Dead End talking about it?

Convoy:

My room.  I think he didn't understand that I didn't understand the concept; though, it might have something to do with how I passed out in the shower - he says I "overloaded" him, but I don't remember that.  Quite frankly, I honestly think I might have dozed off in there.  *Frowns thoughtfully*  I trust him enough to not think he was leading me on, but the whole situation is a little disconcerting.  It usually takes a while to forget things - and even then, I can remember them if I really try to.  I remembered Moonracer's name after a few times, after all, and I clearly remember your name, and his.  As well as various locations on base.  *Makes a vaguely dissatisfied noise*  The whole thing is, really, a bit annoying.

Tracks:

...You apparently don't remember, but you did the same thing with me. *arching an optic ridge with a vaguely dissatisfied look*

Convoy:

*Frowning deeper now*  Mm.  I remember - just... Not as much as you most likely can.  But - *Looks up at the Corvette, seriously confused now* - what's the issue with it?  Moreso, what is it?  Because I certainly don't intend to do anything other than clean up a paintjob in need of some care when I'm in the washrack.  And... I assume that's why you were so relaxed?  Then it can't be a bad thing, yet Dead End got particularly upset over the whole thing... Then again, it comes back to me blacking out for a bit.  *Hums in annoyance*

Tracks:

Convoy... *Tracks feels a little helpless, knowing that the other mech isn't exactly uninformed as much as he's completely oblivious. Still, he's a friend* An overload is information, yes -- when we use the term, it means... well, enough -pleasurable- information relayed from your sensors that it overloads your processor.

Convoy:

*Convoy would be apologizing, if he knew it was so hard to explain*  ...I see... I think.  Then - the information is the good part of the whole process?  The actual overload is what's bad about it?  I'm starting to think I really just didn't understand Dead End at all, at this point.

Tracks:

No, it's not -bad-... Either part of it, really. It's just that some mechs-- *He pauses* Actually, I'm not sure why Dead End would object, specifically, but for many mechs, it's something that they enjoy only with those they are on intimate terms.

Convoy:

..."A close and thorough acquaintance-"  *He pauses, mulling over the various definitions of the word "intimate," before sighing*  So the concept is that it's simply something one does with friends, that feels nice.  It's something I would suggest to do with you, but not Optimus Prime, in other words?

Tracks:

Yes, that's right. *smiles, encouraged and encouraging* Though 'friendship" is not always enough for that sort of intimacy - some mechs prefer to reserve that for a lover, or their bonded.

Tracks:

And, for future reference, the process that leads to overload is called "interfacing".

Convoy:

...Why?  *Contemplates that for a moment*  If it feels good, and makes others feel good, why wouldn't you want to experience it with friends, as opposed to... one exclusive other?  There isn't any harm in that, is there?

Tracks:

Some mechs do feel that way, but not all of them. To some, interfacing implies a deeper connection, something that you only do with one you care very deeply for. *He shrugs a little*

Convoy:

Hm.  I suppose I can understand that...  Still.  The point of friends is to care about them, so I don't see the issue...  Though, it would have been nice to know that I would potentially overload somebody's processors.  *He looks thoughtfully at the wall for a moment, before blinking and looking to Tracks*  I didn't offend you, by doing that, did I?  I truly didn't mean to, I didn't even know.

Tracks:

No! *Tracks shakes his head, wings twitching slightly as he thinks* No, you didn't offend me, really. See, generally... A mech pursues interfacing with another mech because they desire them or find them attractive in some way. And interfacing itself... it can make you very vulnerable to the one you are with. So there are many levels of meaning... Just interfacing for the sake of it isn't something you find very often. Most will think you have an alternative motive.

Convoy:

*Convoy blinks at that, looking a little dumbstruck*  An alternative motive.  To making someone feel good?  *Frowns*  I'm glad you trusted me enough for the entire process, but really.  Why would anyone have a different reason to... what was, it, "interface" with anyone, if the main purpose is to feel good?  That seems like reason enough.

Tracks:

*Tracks gives him an almost exasperated look* Can you believe that some mechs do not have the best of intentions towards others, at least?

Convoy:

...*He pauses physically at that, stilling briefly before nodding*  I understand the concept of doing something to harm others, Tracks.  I simply don't understand how something like that could be used in such a way.  Honestly, why would you want to cause pleasure to someone you would want to hurt?  *Shaking his head, he starts to pace a bit*  The idea seems a bit too far-fetched to be useful.

Tracks:

... *Tracks feels like he's charged with the job of shattering someone's faith and he sighs* Believe me, it can be done and often is.

Convoy:

That's rather annoying.  *He shakes his head again, stopping at a turn in his small circle to look at Tracks*  I suppose there's a way it could be useful, but I hardly see the point.  Still, I doubt I need to worry about such a thing at his present time, since the only two I see myself doing any sort of interfacing with have proven themselves trustworthy enough.  *Sighs*  On the other hand...  I wish I had realized this sooner.  I shouldn't need things like this explained, and so long after the fact, to boot.  *Blinks at Tracks*  Was it at least enjoyable?  You were relaxed, not hurt, by it?

Tracks:

I wasn't hurt. You were... very attentive. *smiles faintly* I'm just sorry I couldn't return the favor.

Convoy:

*Smiles at that*  I prefer making others happy over myself, so I suppose it's no issue.  As long as you enjoyed it.

Tracks:

I did, yes. It was just... unexpected.

Convoy:

*Chuckles*  I hadn't exactly been planning on it - though I assume you've figured that out.  *Shakes his head a bit*  Still, I do feel fairly silly coming to you with these kinds of questions, and I apologize for it.  My cirlce of friends is a bit too limited at this current point in time to really give me much choice, or else I wouldn't have bothered you with them.

Tracks:

No, please, don't worry about it. *smiles* I'm glad I can help.