The books, smell of old pages filled with writing and pictures while the rest is just textbooks for minors to learn, I can appreciate the importance of libraries in preserving knowledge and promoting education; however, it's not JUST a library. It's a place where we can use or borrow books, but also serve as community centers, research hubs, and cultural institutions. I'll tell you a secret. Libraries are my safe haven and offer access to vast old and new collections of books, magazines, journals, with other resources that can help people expand their knowledge and understanding of the alternate world.
They also provide a quiet and comfortable space for rare people like me or my sister to read, study, and learn or even enjoy the ambiance of silence; In addition, libraries often offer a range of programs and events for people of all ages, such as book clubs, author talks, and children's storytimes (No one needs to know that).
But, even if I have a mini shelf in my dorm & my apartment it is built with literacy, sparks curiosity, and fosters a sense of imaginary mind; It's what makes me sleep better. I was reading the poem 'The Raven' by Edgar Allen Poe, on page 610 as my favorite one, his short stories, poems, and books are the reasons why I keep reading more interesting stories about the American history perspective but, I'm more into the dark, edgy and psychological books that could help me overcome the fears, explosions and even the mistreatment from Sunstreaker's threats from causing my brain's mentality from harm's way; Nevertheless, I enjoyed my new life. My phone vibrates from my pocket, took it out and lowered it by hearing a familiar voice starting:
"---Amelia, you are needed at the base. I wish to talk to you. About your Autobot mark.---"
"Okay, Optimus." I whispered over the phone, Optimus's voice changed and spoke: "---May I question as to why you are whispering over the device of yours?---" "I'll be there in 10 minutes." Turning off the phone before he could even question me again, I placed the bookmark on the poem I was reading while sighing in defeat: "Welp, back to the fictional reality," I muttered under my breath, got up, and left the library as I headed off to work.
At the base...
As soon as I entered, I was welcomed by Optimus Prime who stood tall in his cybertronian form while discussing something in private without walking up the balcony of the stairs, I see him with one of the commanders; So, without walking up the balcony of the stairs, I took off my sneakers after sneaking my way across from them until Optimus and I were finally alone since we both are in a father-daughter bond even if we aren't related. He begins to say:
"---I wanted to discuss something... Optimus begins, as I try to jump onto his arm, he caught my small human form in his large servo, with a ghostly smile at my childish side before he continues by placing me on his metal shoulder while walking side-by-side: "---Your Autobot mark could be the answer to finding more information after the war had ended for now. Ratchet theorized that your mark would change.---"
Both were in awkward silence, not knowing what the Autobot Leader wanted to talk about after I first met and joined the crusade with the Autobots but what he said is true; My mark could change but I wasn't sure, so I asked by leaning on the balcony bars: "How so?" "---Try to show me the mark on your arm.---" "How did- Never mind, fine." I was off guard and lifted up my knit grey sweater to see my mark but what shocked me was it was no longer an Autobot mark, it was vital in black ink.
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"HOLY FRAG! Why is like-Wait is it moving like a vital machine???" I was in panic mode but, as soon as I touched it, I got stung by it, and hissed in pain which made Optimus concerned and asked if I was alright, to which I nodded. Without any hesitation, he escorts or more like, takes me to see Ratchet in his cybertronian form at the medbay, where he's researching more things on his datapad but shouted:
"//Busy- After realizing the mistake the mad doctor did, he coughed and calmly spoke, "//Oh it's just you Optimus... and Amelia?//" Ratchet sounding confused at my appearance being different, I was wearing a baggy sweater, leggings, and sneakers.
"Hi Ratchet, long time no see, huh?" I cheerfully looked up at him and waved.
"//It has been... Since you & the twins were at a fragging college party until 4 am!!?!?//" Ratchet scolded me that almost made me jump at his boomed voice before I instantly smile like an idiot and said, "But it was worth it!" I counter back with an amused smirk, "...//Ugh, anyways, what is it that you need Optimus?//"
"---Her Autobot mark has changed, and it pained Amelia.---" Optimus told Ratchet, who snaps around his neckcables to meet my brown eyes through my glasses when I immediately felt the sharp pain from the mark again; Later after having countless tests on me on my health, diet, measurements, weight, and more importantly, my Autobot mark. Ratchet carefully examines the readings from the tests and analyzes the changes on the mark. He furrows his brow, deep in thought, before speaking up.
"//Amelia, these readings are quite unusual. It appears that your Autobot mark has undergone a significant transformation. It's not something I've encountered before," Ratchet explains, his voice tinged with concern, as I listen carefully to every detail and information that Ratchet could say about it. He continues, "//From what I can gather, it seems that your mark is displaying signs of increased energy levels and a heightened connection to your own physiology. It's as if the mark has integrated itself deeper into your being.//"
I glance down at your Autobot mark, which is now pulsing with a faint black vital glow, and I can feel the slight tingling electricity as it continues originating from it. Shifting myself uncomfortably, waiting for Ratchet to provide more information. "//At the end of it all, we would still wonder how the world can be so similar to Cybertron. Our home.//" Looking at the Prime leader and then at me, as the two Autobots stare at the reading on the big screen while I am sitting on the largest medical berth for ONLY Cybertronians, mentally and glancing at the two bots in front of me while I remembered the Ratchet x Optimus fanfics that I've read during my free time which I blushed but urgently calm down until... "---What are you suggesting, old friend?---" Now I got scared.
"//I'll need to conduct further research and analysis to understand the full implications of this change. It's possible that your mark is evolving, adapting to your unique circumstances.//" Ratchet states, his tone more curious now, in relief I returned to Optimus' shoulder pad once again (thanks to Docbot's help) as I enjoyed his fatherly/sire warmth; It made me at ease. Optimus nods, recognizing Ratchet's expertise since their long-time friendship: "---Ratchet, please do everything you can to determine the cause and effects of this transformation. He continues, "---We need to ensure Amelia's well-being and understand the significance of these changes.---"
Ratchet gives a nod of agreement. "//Of course, Optimus. I will prioritize this investigation and keep you informed of any significant findings. He picks up his datapad from his desk: "//In the meantime, Amelia, I recommend you keep a close eye on your mark and report any further developments or discomfort.//"
I nod, appreciating their concern and the assurance that they are taking my situation seriously. "Thank you, Ratchet. I trust your medical advice, and I'll keep you posted for emergencies." With that, Optimus and Ratchet exchange a glance before the Autobot leader turns to me. "---Amelia, we're here for you. If you need anything or if there are any changes, don't hesitate to reach out.---"
Smiling gratefully at the sense of ease, "Thank you, Optimus. I appreciate your support." As we left the medbay together (OP and me), I can't help but wonder about the implications of the changes from within my Autobot mark: "Well, we all can hope that you can enjoy your new home, and for primus sake, Optimus. I slap his metal armor shoulder lightly with a laugh, "Live a little, when was the last time you ever went on a date that isn't a cybertronian?" "---...I do not get your question.---" I facepalm and explained: "Since you are free the entire day and night, I suggest you come with me to a karaoke tonight. And get drunk with me." Optimus seemed to ghostly smile at me before he accepted it.
In the end, I was the one who got drunk while I sang "Disturbia by Rihanna." but before I can continue more, I had to get myself dragged by Optimus, who placed me inside his ALT-MODE before driving off back to N.E.S.T. Base and escorting me to my welcoming homey bed when I get blacked out. Yes, It was disturbing for him to see me drunk.
