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(Prototype chapter 7)

**To Feel Human pt 3** by StSE, universe G1

“Hey TC, come in the lab for a little while,” Sharon said as she walked by his desk.

TC glanced over his shoulder. He’d been busy redoing the file system, but if she said ‘come to the lab’, that took precedence. So, sliding the last manila folder into its spot, he turned and followed her into her lab.

Three of her grad students were waiting for him. With a big grin, he jumped up onto the table and lay down. He liked it when they wanted to study him. They were all friendly and seemed to like him. Always stopping by his desk and saying nice things to him each day. So he considered them his ‘friends’. “So whatcha gonna look at?” he asked them as they began to open different access panels on his helm, chest and wings.

Tom smiled as he connected a data link cable from his laptop to the port in TC’s helm. “Well, I’m going to log in how much data you’ve gathered in your primary meta memory since the last time. Then cross-reference it against the last data set. Then I’ll run a scan and see how you’ve been sorting and storing the data,” he told him.

Linda winked at TC as she connected a data link cable from her laptop to the port in TC’s chest. Which was a direct link to his secondary processor, which in the full sized mechs would be his battle processor.. “I’m going to run a diagnostic scan of your secondary - Basically to find out if you’ve actually got a weapons system TO activate. And of course, if you do – what you’re potentially capable of,” she explained.

Randy was slowly taking the armor off one of his wings. So that he could access his sensory networks underneath. “One of my buddies in the engineering college has an idea to retrofit you with solar panels, so I’m seeing if it’s possible,” he said.

The blue clone relaxed under their touch, trusting Sharon’s students completely. It was a little disconcerting to keep his firewalls deactivated while the two PCs ran their individual scans and rolled through all his files, but they had done this routine once a week since he’d been activated, so he was used to it. But on the other hand, what Randy was doing was causing sensations to course through his nets. Becoming so strong, that TC didn’t know if he could keep still much longer! “Um, Randy,” he said in an uncertain tone.

Randy looked up, he had been tracing the primary net to its source lines with one hand, while he traced the schematic onto a piece of graph paper. “What buddy?” he quipped.

“Well, um, that feels strange,” TC said. Not knowing how to phrase just what those signals were being deciphered by his programs as.

“What does it feel like?” Tom asked. After all, it was him that was doing the research paper on how TC’s meta and personality were developing through life experiences. It was fascinating to figure out how the clone viewed the world.

“Well, um, like how it feels when Sharon strokes my wings,” TC replied. His base programs were beginning to respond to the impulses, trying to activate his interface networks.

Tom and Sharon had conversed at length about the clones’ interface programming. And it was no secret amongst her grad students that she considered the droid as her boyfriend. So this didn’t surprise any of the students in the least. Tom punched in a few commands to his laptop, interested in seeing which routes the clone’s programming went when he was ‘aroused’. “Aww, don’t worry, we understand. Just don’t move, ok?” he told him.

“So it’s ok that my programs want to activate my interface networks?” TC asked him.

“It’s actually quite fascinating to see which programs you initiate. Dr K has been meaning to log this in anyways,” Tom replied with a dismissive shrug.

Randy patted his arm. “Just remember, we’re not into droids like Dr K is – ok?” he chuckled.

TC smiled innocently up at him. “I wish I wasn’t programmed to react to every human’s touch like this,” he admitted.

Linda began to snicker, her eyes full of mischief as she winked at him. “You’re just like a human male, TC.. Just like one,” she snickered.

“What do you mean?” TC asked her.

Tom patted his shoulder. “Guess Dr. K hasn’t taught you this. You see, we guys think about sex and chicks, oh at least every five minutes!”

Randy snickered as he nodded in agreement. “Yep. Sometimes a fuckin’ breeze up the side of your shorts will give you a hard-on for no reason,” he added.

TC looked from one young man to the other. His optics wide in amazement! “Seriously?!? Human males can’t control when they get an interface urge either?”

All three grad students grinned and nodded their heads in agreement.

“The secret is, knowing when to ACT on those urges, and when not to,” Randy explained.

“Oh, so I’m just like you guys then? My systems react whether I want them to or not, but my meta controls if I actually interface or not?” TC asked.

“Pretty much,” Tom agreed with a pat on his shoulder armor.

TC grinned as he relaxed again, allowing himself to enjoy those sensations rolling through his exposed wing network. But now he knew it was ok to feel those sensations, and feel his interface network respond in turn – but not act on it. It made him even more ‘human’. And that’s what he wanted to be! As ‘human’ as he could be!

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“Well, Linda’s diagnostic says you have the same military capabilities as the big mechs,” Sharon told them.

The two clones looked at each other in amazement, and then looked down the firing range. Sharon had made them follow her here to see what they could do.

Speed shrugged. “So how do we activate these programs?” he asked.

Sharon pulled out her infamous laptop from her backpack. Setting it down on top of the rough table, she flipped it open. Leaning down, she began to fish through her backpack, looking for the data cable to connect to the clones.

The yellow clone groaned, “Damn, you’ll find one way or another to get your freagin’ PC inside my meta!”

“Oh shut up Speed. If you weren’t so slaggin’ impatient, maybe you wouldn’t have those annoying memory echoes anymore,” TC insulted.

“Why you wimpy flyer, I’ll…”

“Shut up, both of you!” Sharon barked, silencing the two clones immediately. She motioned for TC to come and stand next to her. Opening his chest access panel, she linked her PC straight to his secondary processor. For several minutes she typed commands, then would hum and haw for a second, then type some more. “This was connected to that Trojan horse we erased,” she muttered.

“What does that mean?” TC asked with a concerned expression.

“Well obviously whatever motherfucker who was going to activate it and turn us into freagin’ zombies – was going to use us in battle or something,” Speed snorted. “Dumb aft flyer,” he muttered under his breath.

“I heard that!” TC snarled. He’d have shoved the cocky yellow clone, but he couldn’t move with the data link connected.

“You two quit egging each other on!” Sharon barked.

The two clones silently glared at each other.

She typed in a few more commands, then disconnected the line from TC and signaled Speed to open his access panel. “Speed’s theory sounds about right. Considering you are clones of the Decepticon mechs, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’d tried to hide that Trojan in order to use you guys for future chaos,” she muttered. She hated wars and aggression, which made her hate the fact that these relatively peaceful pleasure droids had had that damned Trojan horse.

“Good thing you found it and made that program to erase it!” TC said with a grin on his face. He was proud to be her clone. She was the smartest programmer alive!

“Freagin’ kiss ass,” Speed muttered under his breath. He coughed as Sharon punched him in his abdomen.

“I said – QUIT IT!!” Sharon snarled at him.

Speed looked sideways at TC, biting his next insult back. If he pissed Sharon off too much, she’d tell Daniel about it. Then he’d be forced to wax all of their freagin’ cars again as punishment!

She disconnected the line, and closed his access panel. Standing up, she roughly grabbed his arm, not letting him stray far from her. “Ok, let’s see what you two can do,” she stated. Dragging Speed along, and with a smirking TC bringing up the rear, she led them to the firing line. “Stand right there Speed,” she ordered as she let him go.

The tone of her voice told the cocky clone that he’d better not tick her off again. So he stood there stock still, with a sullen expression on his face.

“TC, stand right on this line. Activate weapons systems,” she ordered.

TC jumped to the line, his meta directing his secondary processor to activate these weapons systems. He felt a strange heat in the hollow tubes that lay across the outer sides of his arms. Looking down with a confused expression, he fingered one tube with his other hand.

Sharon came up behind him, forcing him to hold his arms straight in front of him. His hands clenched into tight fists. Rolling his fists so that his thumbs faced downwards.. “Don’t move,” she told him as she backed off and to the side. “On three, I want you to fire,” she said, “1 – 2 – 3!”

TC commanded his systems to fire. He felt heat stream from his tubes. A strong force suddenly hitting both of his arms at the same time! Suddenly, he was flying backwards, his aft skidding on the ground. As he skidded to a stop, his meta registered the fact that Speed was shrieking in laughter and there was smoke coming from the ends of those tubes. “Wh – What happened?” he asked in confusion.

Sharon ran up to him. “Well, you burned the hill behind the targets,” she chuckled, “but the recoil kicked your aft.”

TC looked up at the two blackened areas on the hillside. “I did THAT?” he asked in amazement.

She nodded as she helped him back to his thrusters. “I think you outta try crouching like this,” she went into a forward lung stance. “And fire one cannon at a time,” she pointed her arm straight out, then shifted her stance as she changed imaginary cannons. “Try looking at the target. Maybe radar mark it,” she advised.

TC walked back to the line. Still amazed that he had CANNONS!?! Real life weapons right there on his arms! Falling into the stance she had recommended, he lifted one arm and activated that cannon. The heat built and then shot through it. The recoil still jerked the clone slightly, but not putting him down on his aft again. “Wow, this is neat!” he mumbled.

Speed just couldn’t resist. No matter how he bit his glossa – he just couldn’t NOT say it – it was just too perfect of a chance… Too perfect… “Ya, it’s cool – but YOU’VE GOT TO HIT THE TARGET NITWIT!!!” he insulted.

Sharon hit the yellow clone upside his helm. “I told you to shut your trap you little weasel!” she barked.

But Speed had gotten the last insult in. He knew it, TC knew it. So he gave the blue clone a victorious snort as he was dragged by him.

Sharon shoved him roughly to the line. “So, you like insulting him – but let’s see how good you are,” she challenged as she stepped back to a safe distance.

Speed harrumphed with a gleam in his optics as he shot a challenging glance over at TC. But as he activated his own weapon system he was a little surprised. Jumping slightly as a panel slid open on his hip and a gun lid out. He grabbed it with his hand, and then stood there staring down at it in confusion.

Sharon walked back up to him, holding her hand out. After Speed handed it to her, she turned it over in her hands as she studied it. It was obviously a laser gun, meant for single handed usage, fully charged from the looks of it. She grinned mischievously, because one thing that her parents had taught her - was how to use a handgun. And this looked to be very similar. So unlike TC’s cannons, she could kind’ve show Speed how to use this. “Watch me and copy me,” she ordered.

She felt into a lunge stance, holding the gun with her right hand, her left hand underneath acting to stabilize. She kept her elbows slightly bent, anticipating the kickback to be as strong as a 45 caliber. Bringing it up to bear on the target, she sighted it and fired. The kickback was actually only that of a 30 caliber, so she barely even winced… But her aim was reasonable, and she managed to hit the side of the target.

Speed snickered under his breath “shit, even she can aim better than TC!”

He got an elbow in his side for that snickered insult. Sharon glared at him as he turned to her. “I said quit it!” she snarled as she roughly pushed his weapon back into his hand. Grabbing his tires, she jerked him onto the firing line. “Now shut up and practice!” she barked as she stomped off.

Speed shot TC a challenging nod; the blue clone smirking as he silently accepted it. Totally focused on out doing each other, the pair of clones didn’t even realize just how long they each stood there, firing, then adjusting aim, then firing again. The early morning flew by. Sharon just sat back and let them practice and learn, while she used her satellite link to get some of her work done on her laptop.

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Traffic was a little heavy, so Sharon had Speed ride behind her on her bike. TC circling overhead as he kept them in sight. This caused a lot of other motorists to slow down and gawk at the sight of a yellow droid with his arms wrapped around her waist as he leaned against her and focused on keeping his weight perfectly centered.

“I still don’t see why I have to ride,” Speed’s voice grumbled over the cell link between the three of them.

“Because you’ll get run over in this kind of traffic,” Sharon replied for the twentieth time.

“Wish you were a flyboy now?” TC asked, his smirk could be heard through his tone of voice.

“Shut up TC! And Speed, don’t you dare answer him!” Sharon growled.

Speed was about to snort when a loud crashing sound rolled over them.

“STTTTTTOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!” TC’s voice shrieked over the link.

Barely avoiding the cars and trucks that began to swerve and spin, Sharon quickly cut right, getting off the roadway and careening down the embankment. Her youth spent on the motocross tracked saved them both, as she laid the bike down on its side. They bounced down the slope a ways further, but the bike went safely ahead of them. Crunching into a mass of distorted and twisted metal as it slammed into some big trees.

Speed had instinctively kept his arms tight around the human in front of him. Since he had been ordered to obey her for the day, his programming locked her in as his master and forced him to try and protect her from damage. They skidded on their sides for a brief moment or two, before stopping. “You ok Sharon?” Speed asked as he unwrapped himself from around her.

“Ohhhhh… God… Thank.. God for body armor…” she stammered as she slowly sat up.

TC landed next to them, running up with a worried look on his face. “Sharon! Sharon!” he cried as he slid on his knee armor in front of her. His worried optics scanning her, looking for any sign of damage…

Sharon took her gloves off, and slowly took her helmet off. Her ankle was shooting with pain. She ran her hands down her leg, wiggling her ankle a bit. From experience, she could tell it was either a very bad sprain, or a mild hairline fracture. But even as she inspected her own injury, the sounds of crashing vehicles and screams filled her ears. “It’s just a sprained ankle, I’ll be fine,” she told the two worried droids.

TC wrapped his arms around her. “I was so worried, so wor-”

Sharon cut him off. “What’s happening TC?!? Why’d you yell for us to stop?!?” she asked him.

TC stopped his babbling about how worried he’d been. “Oh? Um, the bridge disappeared into the river,” he said with a shrug.

Sharon began to struggle to her feet. “The BRIDGE COLLAPSED!!! DID YOU SAY THE BRIDGE COLLAPSED?!?” She screamed in horror.

“Ya, guess so. But you’re ok,” TC said as he put an arm under her.

“Damn it! TC get me to the top of the river bank now! Speed, follow us!” Sharon screamed the commands.

TC wrapped his arms around her and activated his thrusters. Going up about thirty feet in the air, he headed towards the river’s bank. Sharon looked down as he carried her, the true horror of what was happening unfolding in front of her. Her eyes streamed with tears at the tragedy. Cars and trucks piled on top of each other, slowly sinking into the river as the portion of the bridge that had separated and fallen in, began to settle. People’s screams for help, intermixing with the terrified screams of the doomed. As her feet hit the ground, Sharon knew she had to do something. There wasn’t time to wait for the emergency crews!

Speed was right there as they landed, holding her motorcycle helmet under one arm. His optics unemotional as he looked down upon the horrific scene… The human he was currently responsible for was fine, so his programming told him that everything was fine.

Sharon looked at the two clones. Knew their capabilities… Knew they could save some of those people. But they had no programming to do so. They would have to follow orders for every action. Grabbing her helmet out of Speed’s hands, she slammed it on and opened their short wave radio link. “Speed, TC, you’ve got to help those people! Follow my orders!” she barked.

The two clones looked at her in shock, but as she began laying out the instructions they were to follow, they began to act…

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***News crew in the air over the disaster scene******

“This is channel five news live in the air. We are over the scene of the I-10 bridge collapse. The emergency crews haven’t arrived yet. There are people in the water. I repeat – people in the water! Cars and trucks are caught amongst the wreckage of the remnants of the bridge. I can count 12, 14, no – 20 vehicles in the water! My god! This is truly a horrific scene!

People are getting out of the vehicles that have crashed on the interstate on either side of the collapsed bridge. Those that aren’t injured are rushing towards the river banks, trying desperately to save those in the water. Many are wading into the swift moving water. Yelling to the victims… Trying to help them..

My God! There are little children out there! Can we get in closer? My God! They’re trapped! Their parents can’t get them out! The vehicle is sinking under.. This is truly the most horrifying scene I’ve ever witnessed..

What’s this?!? Clarence – see if you can focus tighter! There’s some kind of droids… Yes, droids!?! The blue one seems to be flying, a yellow one hanging underneath him. What are they!?! The blue one seems to have dropped the yellow one onto the sinking car! He’s barely able to hang on. What?!? He’s breaking the windows… He’s reaching in.. My God! He’s saving the children! He’s throwing them in the air! I – I can’t believe it! The blue one caught them!

I’ve never seen anything like it! The blue droid is carrying the children to the bank! The yellow droid is leaping onto the next sinking car! Smashing in the windows, grabbing anyone out that he can get his hands on! The blue one’s dropped the infant and toddler into the arms of strangers in the crowd. He’s going back! He’s reaching down… He’s grabbing a drowning woman… Dragging her to shore..

The yellow droid is leaping into the mass of wreckage without a care for his own safety! Oh My GOD! THERE’S A SCHOOL BUS UNDER THERE!!! A SCHOOL BUS!! WE CAN JUST SEE THE BACK EDGE OF IT!!!”

Helicopter goes a little lower, trying to get a better angle for the cameras. The back edge of a school bus can be seen underneath a tractor trailer. The yellow droid is climbing along the side of it. Gets the side emergency door, tries to open it. He bangs on it, even as the bus starts to sink. But it’s in vain! Suddenly, he has a gun in his hand; he fires a laser at the door hinge. Blasting it open! He grabs the door then, rips it completely off. Children are visible then. Young children, obviously elementary school students! The blue droid lowers down, the yellow one grabbing a small girl and literally throwing her up to him. He curls one arm around her, catching another small child with his other arm. Then he zooms to the waiting crowd on the bank as fast as he can, dropping the children. Then he’s back, catching the children as his partner throws them…

“The droids are saving the children!!! My God! Clarence – get a close up! The one is grabbing each one and throwing the child to the blue one!! It’s an amazing sight!! Unbelievable!! Now there’s police on the bank! But their rescue boats and helicopters haven’t arrived. They’re motioning to the flying droid to drop the children to them. Unbelievable! He’s going back for more!...”

****And we break from the news cast ******
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The struggle to save people went on for hours. Even when the rescue crews arrived, the two droids worked tirelessly. The current too swift, the area too dangerous – for the human crews to get in there safely… Lives depended on the two droids.

At first, the emergency crews thought that the two droids were working autonomously. But then a fire fighter stumbled across a motorcycle rider sitting alone way up on the bank. By the looks of her muddy and torn protective clothing, she’d been one of the multitudes caught up in the accidents in front of the bridge; she was even still wearing her helmet. He ran towards her, getting to his knees to ask her of her injuries. That’s when he heard her voice. Heard her giving the droids specific instructions on who to rescue first. For the one to throw the children to the other.. For the other one to drop them to the cops and to go back for more.. The fire fighter radioed the emergency command center, informed them that this was the droids owner.

With their arms under her, the fire fighters brought the motorcyclist to the emergency command center. Her attention still focused on the communications between herself and the droids. Her voice becoming hoarse as she continued to instruct them…

“Short wave frequency?” One of the fire captains asked her. Noting her slight nod, he changed the frequency that his handheld unit was on. That’s when he heard the two male voices of the droids. They were constantly talking, a stream of descriptions of what they were seeing. Questions of what they should do next.

“The flying one is ‘TC’ and the yellow one is ‘Speed’,” one of his men whispered to him.

He nodded his acknowledgement and pushed the button to transmit. “TC, Speed, this is Captain Smith with the metro fire department,”

“Boys, follow his orders ok? Do what he says. I’m sitting next to him. He knows what you need to do. You can trust him,” Sharon said over the radio frequency, her voice full of weariness.

The two droids radioed their obedience to the shift in authority. And then the verbal stream of what they were seeing, hearing, and experiencing started anew. Only this time, the calm sure voice of Captain Smith answered them and told them exactly what to do.

Sharon smiled weakly as a fire fighter started to pull her boot off. The pain from her ankle shot through her, making her grimace. But she refused anything more than some ice packs. Saying that she’d go to the hospital later, for there were many more desperately injured victims for the doctors to worry about. She kept her helmet on, with the face mask opened. Still adding comments of assurance to her two droids, even as they followed the Captain’s orders…. Putting themselves at great risk, without even a second thought.

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“They are near depletion, they’ve got to stop and charge,” Sharon informed the Captain. The sky was beginning to darken now, the droids having worked frantically for 8 hours straight.

“Ok boys, you’ve done a great job. Come to the command center, to your owner,” Captain Smith ordered.

TC grabbed Speed’s upraised hands, and began to lift him over the wreckage. Heading slowly towards the command center… Their optics were full of weariness, as they collapsed on the ground and crawled up to Sharon’s feet, laying their heads up against her thighs.

She stroked the tops of their wet, grime covered helms as she nodded for the emergency personnel around them to hand her the ends of two extension cords. “Here guys, plug in,” she said softly to the two clones as she handed each of them an extension cord. “You two did so well. You made me and Daniel, so very, very proud today!” she softly praised as she leaned down and kissed the tops of their helms.

The Captain kneeled down in front of the two droids. He watched as they opened ports and plugged themselves into the power that the emergency generators were providing to run the command center. He was amazed at how expressive their faces were. They both looked so – exhausted. He held out his hand to them. “You boys saved a lot of people out there today. You’re heroes!” he congratulated as he shook each one’s hand.

The power flowing into him felt so, so good. TC smiled as he looked up at Sharon. Saw the pride in her face as she looked down at him and gently stroked his helm. “We did good?” he asked her in his innocent fashion.

Speed snorted and weakly elbowed him. “Of course we did you rust bucket, that’s what she said,” he hoarsely insulted as he leaned heavily against her. He gave the woman a tired smirk. “Does this mean we get to go shopping tomorrow?” he asked. After all, they had worked really, REALLY hard all day! So surely, they’d earned some money?

TC’s optics brightened slightly at the word ‘shopping’. “Ya, does this mean we get to go shopping? PLLLLLLEEEEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSSEEEEE?!” he begged.

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The following weeks were a blur of interview after interview. MIT and Tim’s corporation, ‘Adult Products inc,” getting world wide exposure as the dark-haired MIT professor and the well-known, attractive, Motocross star; sat with the two droids at their side and eloquently answered every question. Her mature dignity and intelligence lent even more credence to the potential value of these droids - His good looks and humorous jokes drawing viewers in.

But the clones themselves were the true attraction. Their innocent natures and apparent humility about the heroics that they had done just made the world fall in love with them. When they were caught off camera begging their owners to ‘take them shopping’ - thousands of gift cards were sent to them. When they were caught off camera begging to go to an NFL game – the NFL commission sent them tickets for any game they wanted to go.

Prior to this exposure, the droids had been quietly selling online for $10,000 apiece. Sharon had been easily able to keep up with the demand for her ‘program upgrades’ by burning the discs on her home computer. But now, demand soared. Public emergency agencies also inquiring if these ‘pleasure bots’ could have their software updated for use in various hazardous areas. MIT made a very lucrative deal with Adult Products Inc, to develop these various ‘upgrades’. But the basic ‘pleasure’ programming was still at the core of the clones’ personalities, regardless of the jobs they were upgraded to do.

Tim’s hunch had been right about the fortune he could make. Switching his sales plan of set prices, to a plan that included selling them all through eBay, models began to go for up to $50,000 to $60,000 each. Every clone now sold before he was even off the assembly line.

The Decepticons were thrilled as their clones flooded the market. Their insignia becoming such a common sight on the chassis’ of the multitudes of peaceful and loving clones, that the humans began to associate the Decepticon insignia as a symbol of love – not war…

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