[Transformers] The foodie in my body

The author has something to say: [Enemies on both sides, facing danger, isolated and helpless, alone, the scene of poverty on Cybertron reappears before my eyes, old memories, painful, I want to go back, I want to go there Go, we have to win this war, those bad days, that nasty smell, the smell that can never get rid of, I've been in this situation, and this time, no one can save me. 】

A passage in the first personal biography of Piaodai, his inner monologue when he just left the Decepticons and had not met Fei Yi.

In fact, segmented memory is a cruel thing for Piaodai, he never knows where the memory will stop, and his growth is mostly tortuous.

Just like what the ambulance thought, the gradual recovery of memory during drifting is indeed a painful process.

The first three days were fine. Baozi and Seth probably saw the most innocent and harmless moment of this high-profile former Decepticon. Although the extra-large child said "it's okay to be alone", in fact, he always surrounded him on duty to take care of him. TF transfer, even if you just sit there and look at the data board, he will sit aside and watch with the information he is interested in.

He needs 7 cycles of charging time plus a lunch break every day, and likes medium-purity energy bars—when Seth showed off the energy reserves in the subspace, he was indifferent to these snacks, but unexpectedly liked them.

"..."

The white swordsman, who was supposed to enter deep charging, struggled violently, the internal engine hummed, and the system made a slight noise.

"Drift?" Seth, who was sitting next to him looking at the data board, thought that Drift had woken up. It was his turn to look after Drift today, but when he looked down, he found that the other party was not online.

No, no, it's not online.

Seth realized that this was the starting point of the fourth cycle day after drift amnesia. Three cycle days had passed, and the other party was undergoing the first round of memory recovery. Because of the special status of the memory update, he was locked out of the system. You cannot actually go online or offline before the update.

The white TF and black palms were groping on the charging bed, a painful expression appeared on Drift's face, and then he touched Seth's hand, which was on top of him, and grabbed it firmly.

"It'll be over soon, and it'll be all right soon."

Seth held Drifter's hand, knowing that the other party's receiver could not hear any outside sound at this time, so he still spoke in a low voice.

He and Baozi have read the information sent by the ambulance in this space. He knows that the first life of those machines is not so good for drifting. There is no way to judge how much data in the drifting memory will be restored at one time. Comfort each other as much as possible.

After more than half a cycle, his other hand, which was soothing the drift helmet, felt wet on the visor.

Dampness...?

Seth stared blankly at the cleaning fluid flowing from the closed optical lens on the white swordsman's face.

Drift cried.

[Baozi ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, is your patrol over? Drift Drift is crying! 】

Baozi, who was routinely patrolling outside the spacecraft, was suddenly bombarded by Seth at high frequency.

It's not to blame Seth for making a fuss, this is the first time he's seen TF cry so much since he came off the assembly line, and the only time he's seen TF cry before this is when Bumblebee occasionally pretends to cry in front of Sam.

Condensed, serious, sad, depressive, helpless... all kinds of TF expressions when they are sad, but each of them eventually becomes forbearance. They clean up their emotions, control their emotional circuits, and then return to Own post to continue the war.

【be right back. 】

Realizing that the drifting state was much more serious than expected, Baozi quickly ended his patrol and started his return journey.

It took almost a whole cycle before the memory recovery of the first stage of drift ended.

"I'm going to kill them...I'm going to kill them..." He was still trembling slightly when he just got online, muttering to himself.

When he opened the optical mirror, he saw two bodies standing in front of him, one red and one white, looking at him with concern, and then realized that the nightmare was over, and he had escaped from those scenes.

Drift moved his hands and found that one hand was held by Baozi sitting next to him, and the other hand was held by Seth behind him

behind...

He blinked, and found himself lying in the arms of the onyx red TF, Seth hugged him from behind, because he adjusted to a suitable posture, so he didn't realize that he was being hugged the moment he went online.

Normally this pose would have been awkward for him, but now he just wanted to rest for a while.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Seth touched his helmet from behind.

From the moment of drifting and crying, the body of the white swordsman struggled violently on the charging bed, and almost fell himself off the bed several times. Go to the charging bed and hold him in your arms from behind, so as not to drift too much and hurt himself.

Locked in painful memories with no escape, that feeling can really drive people crazy.

"Come." Steamed Bun took the soft fiber cloth, and the temperature of Drift's body was very high in the state of memory recovery. After contacting with the thin moisture in the air, the body's outer armor was completely covered with a layer of water vapor.

Drift calmly followed her movements, occasionally turned over under the gesture to let her wipe all the places with moisture.

"The energy value should drop to a very low level?" Seth asked with his head down.

Drift nodded, so he took the neutral pure energy bar that the other party liked and fed it to him, not to mention that Drift's two hands were still in his and Baozi's hands, and the white swordsman was too tired to think about it now that he was completely out of strength. Moved.

Neither Seth nor Baozi took the initiative to ask where the drift memory was restored.

Bad memories can only be mentioned first when the other party speaks.

After wiping off the moisture on the armor and eating a whole box of energy bars, Drift seemed to have finally regained his strength. He moved in Seth's arms and wanted to sit up by himself, so the onyx red TF knew how to get up and put him She got off her lap and sat down next to him.

"……died."

"what?"

Drift's voice was so low that Seth and Baozi couldn't hear it clearly the first time.

"The gasket died."

This time it was heard very clearly, and Drift trembled slightly after he finished speaking.

"It's all over." Seth patted his shoulder with his free hand, not knowing what else to say.

"No!" Drift shook his head vigorously, apparently still unable to get out of the memory completely, "Those guys...did I kill them? Did I avenge the gasket?!"

Both Baozi and Seth felt the hands that were drifting in their palms suddenly tightened, and he tightly grasped their hands, desperately wanting to know the answer.

"Yes." Baozi sighed, looking straight into his optics, "You avenged him, you killed them."

washer.

The TF who reached out to Drift when he was still wandering the streets of Doom Avenue, even though they were stealing, was just to get a little energy block needed to survive.He taught them a bunch of ghetto kids to unite and love each other, only to lose their lives in a failed bid to get food.

His memory recovery stopped when the tinder chamber of the gasket was penetrated, and the violent molecules caused by anger and pain flowed in his energy fluid. He couldn't wait to rush out and kill those guards.

Then he woke up.

Everything is just his memory.

The person who helped him, and the companions gathered at that time, have disappeared one after another in the time he has lived to this day.

Drift looked up and looked carefully at the two TFs around him. The disadvantages of segmented memory appeared at this moment. After only recovering the memory from birth to the death of the washer, he began to doubt whether everything he had now was real.

Onyx red body and white body.

Seth and Bun.

his friends.

He was now wondering if he would really have friends.

Born in the slums of Iron Castle, stealing things and living in desolation are nothing. He is even obsessed with circuit boosters, and he couldn't do without them at one time, becoming an addict.At that time, he could do almost anything as long as he could get a few cheap circuit boosters.

As for Seth and Baozi...it can be seen that their bodies are impeccably maintained even if the optical lens is not damaged, which is a brilliance that will never be seen in the slums.

Baozi sitting in front of him seemed to be able to see what was going on in his processor, she stood up, took a step closer and hugged him.

"Don't doubt yourself," she whispered, turning her drifting head aside.

There are windows on the bulkhead of the spaceship on that side. Under the contrast between the darkness of the universe outside and the light in the room, the glass reflects everything in the room like a mirror.

"Look, you are no longer who you were then."