CHASING THE MECHANICAL FRONTIER
ENTRY NO. 4
Captain Miyuki Honda
Commander-In-Chief, IA Cybertron Forces
Its been seven standard days since we landed on Cybertron, and I must say that I have nothing to admit but admiration for the people of this planet. They love science, they constantly tinker with machinery--which is to say, in a manner much more direct, but not too different from our own, their developments in technology benefit their own physical and mental development--and yet their cyberculture has never once appeared to be without emotion. There are those in my party who refuse to believe such a statement, but I know that their biases against this robot-people are clouding their thoughts.
There was a strange instance in which I came upon a vehicle, unoccupied, with its engine left running. I was confused, thinking that someone had abandoned their vehicle, and so, I turned to my escort, Hot Shot, and politely asked him why this vehicle would be here. No sooner did he crack a smile (which confused me at the instant) than I received a response from the car itself. "I'm practicing my look, Sir Hot Shot!" an excited, almost boyish voice came out; I couldn't have been more embarassed. I suppose that it was as stupid a question as going up to a Veritech Fighter and asking how it could possibly stand-up straight...in fighter mode.
There have been a lot of changes--I can tell inside me. Somehow, the Veritechs in our own hangars don't look the same anymore. They look more like tools of communication than the birds of war that the Alliance forces would only deploy in emergency. Svensson presented his group's report on Wednesday, prompting me the chance to request a battloid tour of the city. I think he knew that there was little official capascity actually involved in the mission, but he too seemed to smile when I had given the order.
Svensson is a good man; he has done his duty well as a mechanical commander for this mission. But I don't know if this is the right place for some of his troops--a good number of them are combat veterans, people who were specially requested for this mission for defensive purposes in action. However, there have been no shots fired. This is a planet with an omnipresent peace that flows through its own veins--this isn't a place for military Veritechs. For now, the career soldiers will have to wait-out with the security head of the Transformers, Kup. You really should hear it: Transformer and human exchanging war-stories. It truly is a lovely feeling to think that races so different can sit down together...but maybe that commonality is a tragic thought as well.
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