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As much as she enjoyed the breathless city tour, Rusti was happy to be back in her quarters. Optimus said little to nothing more as they parted for the evening. Something deeply troubled him but per his character, he confided in no one. Rusti felt left out but decided to give him space. She soaked in hot water and bubbles. Walking about the foreign Autobot city was fun and it certainly distracted her from her broken heart. But the day now ended and Cody's ghost visited her, lying cold upon her soul. He was a bitter-sweet memory; poisoned candy. "Doesn't have the ability to adapt." Rusti half-immersed her face in water when the quote came b

Part 1 EARTH DATE: MAY, 2038 Nothing remained of Cody Greydon's body. The Quintessons successfully robbed his poor mother of every physical evidence that her child existed. She dabbed at tumbling tears as her older brother began the farewell ceremony. "There is no more a tragic death than a life not yet begun. Cody was a student, a son, a friend. He could have been a worker, a husband, a father. I will miss the boy I knew. I mourn for the man I will never know. I will say, however, that I am fortunate to have known him at all." Cody's uncle fell silent as the dead breeze. Rusti hugged herself to confine her emotions. She fixed her eyes up

He likened himself to a college student cramming for his finals. But he had little choice. Too many things were happening , too many things threatening to go wrong. Not enough bodies to handle it all. So here he sat, having given orders not to be disturbed except for dire emergencies. The computer and digipads had his full , undivided attention, save for that ever-present sense he would invariably be interrupted at any moment. Optimus sighed as he finished his current task. He suddenly realized that, amazingly, he had Not been disturbed.. for six and a half hours! Upon pulling his focus away from his work, the physical and mental fatigue beg

Precious Things The night dragged on like molasses in winter. Rusti tossed and turned for what seemed like hours. As worn out as she was, sleep remained elusive. Her mind stirred restless, invaded by fragments of thoughts and images that were not her own. The nightmarish visions of devastation and pain railed in her head, and she could stand it no longer. She sat up in her bed, throwing off the covers as she swung her legs down over the edge. For a moment she sat there in the darkness, bent over with her head in her hands. "Max", she called quietly. "Night-light please." Instantly a dim, warm glow lighted near her bed. "What time is it?"