#repair corrupt system files

[styafiya-blog]

The corrupt System that controls us: an analysis

To take any stands for what you believing take a lot of understanding about the world around you when you can see the corrupt Systems controls everything moving and floating,machine, and computer software or anything else that you want to discover on your own. you have to be ready to face the world that they controls with what they tell them. if you can see the side that listening to word and believe without no proof of what they hire that will change the way you look at the human behaviors  populations. I live in Jamaica Queen’s new Adventures  york I experience  personal development of the  people that doesn't understand that when they are doing  music it is not like streets deals that doesn't govern under law of government papers works they taking action speed against the copyright rules that  protects the American public decoration independent law. I learned they hack my tablets phone Macbook own all the songs note instrumental videos creation they when as for playing them on commercial radio online radio and forgetting who  is the real creator. I see lot of them in the public pointing fingers after they did that my question is to whoever reads  this article what type of people steal from you and don't give you  your credit I let you solve it and find the answer remember all nations did that.

Let look at my situation, I have no job system send law man to  attack me day and night when the other one sleep the other one verbally picking fight and you have to keep your cool. remember now no money not coming at all I can't pay rent or phone bill cannabis smoking is off the my lists because I need money to by that when I am in the street trying avoiding troubles where I stay at I get pick  on lie too all day keeping mind I am doing business online and one side of the system giving douity to steal from  my internet income and blocking the flow of my net  on top of that  all the business I do with mailing they post office law stops  all pay checks  some night I go to bed without food hopes that someone that I send the 32 complain wakeup to what new york police is doing  going against the law that protects the American public people.

What I found so strange is that I am running more than 16 blogs online the government that I continue to contact about web stealing and hacked,  I thought they was going to promote one of them to see how they do web stealing ,all my music pages and websites  block from the search engines I realized they taking to me as if everything is okay I believe they are tricking the  hold worldwide population of people and not telling them they are keeping I down and doing business with my mind.  I tell myself I will never live in down falls America that killing stars for they creation  questions to the public worldwide people how they know that they are stealing from the people web if they don't promote one of my blogs or websites that the wrong system  is completely controlling.

[thebarrows]

put them in a room together and no one will come out alive (●'◡'●)

[r2y9s]

humans. can also lick things :)

[Disco Elysium]

Detective Double Yefreitor Harrier Du Bois and His Android Partner K1M-57 or something idk

[gardens-light]

OOOOH THE TAMARAN ASK WAS SO GOOD YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING!!

My brain immediately thought of the idea of Tamaran rulers finding out how corrupt Sentinel Prime is. But before they could do anything, Sentinel Prime declares all Tamaran’s enemies of Cybertron and should be arrested/executed on sight. How would Orion Pax, D-16, Starscream and B-127 react to that?? Their significant other is now technically enemies of the damn planet because of Sentinel Prime’s corruption.

Thank you so much! That was honestly the first time I've done a head cannon. So your feedback is really appreciative :) I absolutely love this idea! And couldn't help but immedictly come up with some ideas. I added Sentinel S/O, of how they would react to his betrayal.

Transformers One x GN/Tamaran Reader (Rebellion Headcanons)

When the rulers of Tamaran uncovered Sentinel Prime’s corruption, they intended to act carefully. But before they could make a move, Sentinel struck first.

With a single decree, Sentinel labeled every Tamaran as an enemy of Cybertron. Arrest on sight. Execution, if necessary.

Part 1

Orion Pax

At first, Orion couldn’t believe it. Sentinel had always been strict, but this? This was tyranny.

The news reached him as he was sifting through old files in Iacon’s Hall of Records. His spark nearly stopped when he heard Sentinel’s voice echo across the city's holograms:

"Effective immediately, Tamaran and its people are enemies of Cybertron. Any Cybertronian found aiding them will be branded a traitor and dealt with accordingly."

Orion dropped everything and ran.

His optics scanned every corner, searching desperately for you. Finally finding you at one of your usual spots—an abandoned balcony overlooking Iacon’s golden skyline. There you were standing still, back turned, arms crossed. Clearly... you've heard.

Once hearing his footsteps approach you, eyes shining with pain as you met his gaze. “Orion… what do we do?”

Without saying a word, he simply held you close. Pressing soft kisses upon the top of your head, hoping that it would provide you some sort of comfort.

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At first, Orion tried to use legal channels. He poured through archives, trying to find a loophole, a way to revoke Sentinel’s order. He contacted old mentors, tried to rally officials— surely someone else saw how wrong this was? But he was met with silence. Fear. Only to realize how deep Sentinel’s grip was.

That’s when Orion knew—Cybertron wasn’t listening.

So he changed tactics.

He began whispering among the people. At first, quiet murmurs—discontent spreading in hidden circles. Then, stronger words, fueling those who had already begun questioning Sentinel’s leadership.

You stayed with him every step of the way, offering insight, sharing knowledge of war tactics—because Tamaran had seen tyrants before. Teaching Orion that fighting oppression wasn’t just about weapons. It was about hope. About showing the people that there was another way.

When Sentinel’s enforcers began actively hunting Tamaraneans, you both fought back. Stealing transport ships, smuggling refugees out of Iacon, dismantling surveillance systems—turning Sentinel’s own strategies against him.

But it came with a price.

You were attacked, without warning. Sentinel’s enforcers surrounded you in an alley, weapons drawn, optics cold. Orion arrived just in time, his voice sharp as he ordered them to stand down.

“They are under my protection,” he said, stepping between you and Sentinel's guards.

“They are an enemy,” the enforcer replied.

Orion’s fists clenched. Not to me.

As the guards lurched forwards, Orion protected you with fierce defence. Using his surroundings and the weight of his enemy to his advantage.

There was no going back now.

“You need to leave the city,” his voice breaking. “I can’t—I can’t let them take you.”

But you shook your head. “Not without you.”

Orion felt something deep inside shift. He had spent his life believing in Cybertron’s system. Now, he realized it was broken beyond repair.

His revolution wasn’t just for Cybertron anymore. It was for you.

D16/Megatron

When Sentinel’s decree reached D-16’s audio receptors, something inside him snapped.

He had known cruelty. He had suffered the caste system’s brutality. He had seen the weak crushed under Cybertronian rule.

But this? This was personal.

Sentinel had just painted a target on his partner’s back. His sparkmate.

He found them you in his quarters deep within Kaon, a city that he claimed since renaming himself 'Megatron'. But your usual fierce expression was shadowed with unease.

“They’ll come for me,” you lowly spoke. Hugging yourself.

D-16 reached out, gently tracing his fingers along your face. “Let them try.”

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His rage was unstoppable. He declared Kaon a sanctuary for Tamaraneans. He sent squads of his most elite warriors to intercept Sentinel’s enforcers before they could capture anyone.

He stormed through Kaon, his optics burning with fury, his fusion cannon primed. He ordered his Decepticons to spread the word—any Cybertronian who so much as looked at a Tamaran wrong would answer to him.

And that, he made a promise.

“I will rip him apart!,” he growled, holding your face between his servos, his touch gentle despite the rage in his voice. “I will make him suffer for every spark he’s condemned. For every Tamaran who has suffered under his hand-”

Usually you where the voice of reason, but this time... you hesitated. “D, you can’t—”

“Can’t?” He let out a low, bitter laugh. “Watch me.”

As promised, Kaon was a safe haven. Any Tamaran who managed to flee was given protection, weapons, shelter. He sent squads to hunt Sentinel’s enforcers, eliminating them before they could report back. He turned the hunt on them.

But it wasn’t enough.

D-16 wanted Sentinel dead.

He started planning his execution.

One night, you caught him alone in the war room, staring at Sentinel’s holographic image with murder in his optics.

“This... isn’t just about saving my people anymore... is it?”

D-16 didn’t answer at first. But in a low, dangerous voice, he said, “I will rip the throne from beneath him. I will watch him beg—” his servos clenched into fists—“I will crush him.”

You placed a hand over his chest, right where his spark pulsed. Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Promise me... you won’t lose yourself.”

His servo softly covered your hand, pressing it tightly against him.

“I promise you,” he murmured. “That I will never forgive him.”

It wasn't about Cybertron anymore, or the false prophets. It was about revenge.

And he would burn Sentinel’s empire to the ground for you.

Starscream

Starscream had seen Cybertron’s corruption firsthand. But even he was surprised by Sentinel’s decree.

When he first read the official notice, he scoffed. A declaration of war against an entire species? How predictable.

But then—he realized what it meant for you.

His Tamaran partner.

His Sparkmate.

Wasting no time, Starscream erased your records. Tamaran's had unique energy signatures, yet he? He was an expert at falsifying data. As far as Cybertron’s systems were concerned, you had never existed.

Records? Gone. Surveillance footage? Altered. As far as Cybertron was concerned, you had never existed.

When he returned home that night, he found you waiting for him, arms crossed.

“You erased me,” your voice was filled with hurt. Something that made his spark ache, more than he cared to admit.

“I saved you,” he corrected. “You’re safe.”

But you didn’t look relieved. You looked… disappointed. Angry.

“Safe?” you whispered. “Or hidden?”

Starscream’s confidence wavered. “Both.”

You reached out, cupping his face. “I don’t want to be your secret, Starscream.”

His wings trembled.

He knew the only way to protect you was to play Sentinel’s game better than he did.

So, he made a decision.

Starscream began manipulating Sentinel’s own system against him. He forged false reports, sent Sentinel’s enforcers on wild goose chases, created fabricated confessions from high-ranking officials claiming that they were the ones aiding Tamaraneans.

All the while, he kept his you hidden. His once-spacious quarters now had concealed compartments, energy dampeners, emergency exits. Holding you tight against him, as you cuddled into his side every night. Falling into a calm, comforting sleep while he whispered heartful promises of keeping you safe.

B-127

B-127 wasn’t a strategist. He wasn’t a warlord.

He didn’t understand why Sentinel had done this. But he understood what it meant. You—the one he had laughed with, danced with, loved—was now a target.

Bee’s only instinct was to protect you.

The moment he heard the decree, he panicked. He searched the entire city of Iacon, until he found you hiding in the shadows of an ally, eyes wide with fear.

Without thinking, he pulled you into his arms. “You'll be safe,” he sighed, his servos shaking. “I promise.”

He smuggled you onto a cargo train that ventured to the surface of Cybertron, using encrypted codes to scramble the location, taking you both far away from the warzones. He set up camp in a forgotten, abandoned wasteland where no Cybertronian dared to go.

But even in hiding, he still loved.

He still played music for you. He still collected little glowing Cybertronian flowers from the outskirts of Iacon, placing them in your hands like he always did. He still wanted to see and hear your laugh, even when the universe wanted to tear you apart. Bee still danced with you under the neon glow of the surrounding energon rivers.

And when you laid together at night, curled up in the quiet safety of the old energon mine, he'd take your hand and pressed it over his spark. Kissing you with a tender touch, pouring all his love into that single moment.

Sentinel Prime

When Sentinel Prime first courted you, it was a calculated decision. A political move. A strategy.

He painted himself as a strong, noble warrior—an honorable leader who valued power and unity. To the Tamaraneans, he spoke of alliances, of diplomacy, of a future where Cybertron and Tamaran stood side by side.

And to you? He whispered words of devotion. Promises of loyalty. Declarations of love.

And you, being his fierce, passionate, and noble partner— you believed him. Trusted him.

And then, in the blink of an eye, Sentinel branded your people as enemies of Cybertron.

No warning. No explanation.

One day, you were the Prime’s beloved consort. The next? You were a traitor?

The moment you heard the decree, you couldn't help but freeze. Standing in the great halls of Iacon, surrounded by towering Cybertronians, listening as Sentinel Prime himself declared your people to be hunted!

Your heart pounded. Eyes widened. Surely—surely—you... had misheard him?

You turned to him, desperate, searching his face for some kind of explanation. But... Sentinel didn't even look at you.

He stared straight ahead, voice cold, commanding. "All who harbor Tamaraneans will share their fate."

It felt like your entire world shattered.

Everything—everything—you two had built together. The future you both had envisioned. The love you had believed in.

It was all a lie.

“Sentinel,” you whispered, stepping toward him. “Tell me this isn’t real.”

Only then did he turn to face you. And the look in his optics— unbothered, calculating, utterly indifferent—was what finally broke you.

“This is the path Cybertron requires,” he said simply, tone filled with coldness.

And that was when you realized— Sentinel Prime never truly loved you

You had been a pawn in his game. A tool to gain Tamaran’s trust, to keep your people in line while he tightened his grip on Cybertron.

But now?

Now, you were inconvenient. Expendable.

You didn’t even have time to grieve. The moment Sentinel was done speaking, his enforcers turned toward you.

Weapons drawn.

“By order of Sentinel Prime, you are under arrest.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Hands tightened into fists. Arrested? Executed?

By him?

By the mech who had once sworn to cherish you?

Rage and heartbreak burned inside you, but the only thing you could was run.

Blasters fired behind you, while sprinting down the golden halls of Iacon. The once-loyal guards chased you through the city streets.

Everything you and Sentinel had once ruled over together, had now turned against you.

By the time you finally escaped into the wastelands of Cybertron, your body was trembling. Mind spinning.

There was nothing now.

No home. No allies.

No Sentinel.

And the cruelest truth of all: The mech you loved had never truly existed.

[dinosus]

"Metal-heart: Genesis" ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚

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Meet "Riven," a product of a cybernetic experiment that blurred the line between humanity and machine. He wasn't born like this—he was rebuilt. Once a decorated soldier, Riven’s body was salvaged after a catastrophic battlefield incident, his remaining flesh fused with bleeding-edge tech. The world calls him an unstoppable weapon; to him, he's a man chasing the shreds of his own soul. Android x Scientist! Reader

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Riven wasn’t rebuilt just to survive. You had a singular mission in mind—a near-impossible goal that required a being more machine than man.. 🔧When you first rebuilt Riven, he was a shell—his voice was monotone, his eyes hollow. He followed your instructions like a machine, rarely speaking unless prompted. There were no pleasantries, no “thank yous,” only blunt, mechanical efficiency.

"Where do you need me? Give the order."

You weren’t sure if he resented you for saving him or if he was simply beyond caring.

🔧The first time you saw Riven react with emotion was over something small. Maybe you handed him a repaired piece of gear without saying anything, and he muttered under his breath:

"This fits better. Guess you’re learning." It was so unexpected, you almost dropped your tools. He had just teased you. Slowly but surely, his wit started creeping through the cracks.

🔧Riven watches you work constantly. At first, it’s unnerving—those cold, calculating eyes fixed on your every movement. But you realize it’s not mistrust; he’s studying you, learning how you work, because he doesn’t understand why you’d care so much about him.

"You don’t need to fix me perfectly every time, Doc. I’m built to break."

"I don’t leave work unfinished, Riven. Sit still."

🔧One night, while fine-tuning his neural systems, you stumbled on a corrupted memory file. For a split second, his guard dropped—you heard snippets of his past, his voice raw and human. He didn’t lash out or shut down; instead, he stared ahead and said quietly:

"....Don’t look at me like that, you can’t fix this part of me."

You didn’t push him, but that night, you left a blanket over his chair when you finished your work. He noticed.

🔧Riven isn’t good with words when it comes to care, but his actions speak volumes. If you’ve been up too long working, he’ll stand behind you and lean down to mutter:

"Go to sleep, Doc. This thing will still be here when you wake up." And if you protest, you’ll find your tools taken out of your hands as he shuts the lab lights off himself.

🔧Riven takes your safety personally. If you’re ever in danger—whether from mercenaries, drones, or even a collapsing building—his instinct is to shield you first and fight second. He does it silently, but there’s an edge of urgency in his voice:

"You don’t get to die, Doc. Not after all this."

🔧When he returns damaged—gashes through metal plating, his synthetic skin frayed—you scold him like a concerned parent.

"You think you’re invincible, don’t you? Sit down, Riven." He doesn’t argue. He just stares at you with that unreadable expression and lets you work, the tension in his shoulders easing as your hands mend him.

Sometimes he mutters under his breath when you’re too focused: "Your hands don’t shake anymore. You’ve gotten good at this."

🔧Riven can be sarcastic, sometimes even darkly humorous. He throws comments your way that only someone who trusts you would dare say.

"So what’s the verdict today, Doc? Am I still pretty, or did you make me uglier?"

"You’ve always been pretty, Riven. Just sit still before I lose my grip."

🔧You’ve learned to give it back to him. He actually smirks when you push back because it reminds him he’s not just a weapon to you.

"Riven, I swear if you tear that neural wire again—"

"Relax, Doc. I’ll give you something to fix tomorrow. Wouldn’t want you to get bored."

🔧Some nights, when you’re both too exhausted to pretend otherwise, you sit in the dim light of the lab. Riven leans back against a wall or your workbench, his voice softer than usual.

"Do you ever wonder what’s next, after all this?"

"After defeating the [enemy]? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll open a coffee shop."

"…I don’t drink coffee, Doc."

"Then you’re not invited." Moments like these remind him he’s still allowed to dream, even if he doesn’t believe he’ll live long enough to see it.

🔧One day, you started playing music while working, and to your shock, Riven quietly remarked:

"I remember this song." He didn’t elaborate, but from then on, music became a constant in your lab. It’s your way of reminding him there’s still beauty in the world.

🔧If you’re ever injured, Riven loses his composure. He doesn’t rage or panic—he focuses, taking you somewhere safe and patching you up with an efficiency that mirrors your own care for him. He doesn’t yell, but his voice is strained.

"You’re the one who’s supposed to keep me in one piece, not the other way around." He's a worrywart.

🔧When faced with an impossible situation—when enemy’s forces close in and the odds are bleak—you and Riven have a way of grounding each other.

"You don’t have to stay with me for this, Riven."

"And leave you to screw it all up? Not happening, Doc. We’re finishing this together."

🔧Riven may be a weapon, but to you, he’s so much more. You remind him of his humanity, even when he feels like there’s nothing left. In return, he’s your shield—the one constant in your dangerous life.

He calls you “Doc” or “the genius.” On rare, quiet occasions, he says your name.

You see him not as a machine, but as a man trying to piece himself back together—much like you’ve rebuilt his body.

At the heart of it all, you’re each other’s anchor. Riven fights because you gave him purpose. You fight because he gave you someone worth believing in.

🔧Riven would never admit it out loud, but you are the first person who’s ever seen him as something other than a weapon. And for that, he’ll burn the entire world down if it means keeping you safe.

"You fixed me once, Doc. But you’re the only reason I haven’t fallen apart again." In this fallen world, you made him- your anchor.

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A/n : new prompt :D yay i tried :') part 2 ? also credits go to original artist who created that kick-ass design of Riven !

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ignore these yay :D

[ya-zz]

Hi, I am back. Work be killing me, but I’m here to kill everyone else.

Ramattra and reader.

Similar to one of your personal pieces where reader has to repair him, but they mess up somewhere and his memory is corrupted of them so he hates reader, despite them fixing him.

I will personally send you a curveball to put in there too.

You’re welcome. Enjoy.

Yikes, you're back-

Fr tho, this was fun, but not because I didn't have to write some of it- Alternate ending vibes.

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1707 (1243 newly written)

A/N: I was told to use part of a personal fic for this. It's like an alternate ending so to speak.

Read the original here

You had no idea how much time had passed before Angela had let you go. Hanzo walked with you to the workshop to make sure you were truly okay before leaving you for a training session with Genji.

Upon entering, you are met with what you had left. Ramattra was still standing there with no power. Some dust had begun to settle on his chassis so you made quick and gentle work of brushing it off.

Checking the monitor, all tests had come back green. All was good. You direct the current through again.

Orange.

Red.

Switched off.

You scream. Like actually scream, throwing a piece of scrap metal at the wall.

"Three weeks of work for nothing!" Tears stream down your face as you keep running the current but was getting nowhere. "Fuck, what the actual hell am I supposed to do..."

Omnics didn't come with an on button.

…

Wait…

You rummage through the spare parts, a small piece rattled at the bottom of the box. Despite feeling somewhat relieved you missed something, you were utterly pissed off with yourself for actually missing something.

Pondering for a moment, you realise where this piece belongs. A small hole underneath his back plate, hidden among cables and wires.

Sonofabitch…

After about another hour of fucking about with everything in his back, you had the piece inserted and flipped up.

Reassembling his back, you head over to direct a current.

Orange.

Red.

Blue.

You could hear hissing which meant his fans were working. A small digital noise escapes from the omnic as his arms twitch, head tilting to the side.

You stand there, body frozen.

"Ramattra?"

His head tilts back up, now directly facing you.

Nothing was said for a moment. The two of you just staring at each other.

“I demand you release me.” He says and his tone was serious. 

“I have some final checks to do before I can let you go-” You attempt to explain. 

“My systems have come back intact.” He states. “Release me this instant.” 

You stare at him blankly. He was never this rude to you before, what has gotten- 

“Oh no…” You mutter, rushing over to the computer to run a quick file check.

“Human!” He rattles against the wires and restraints he was bound by. 

The panic and fear rise within your body as you look at the screen. 

[ MEMORY FILE CORRUPTED ]

“Why…?” Tears prick your eyes as you stare at the computer screen. You ignore the shouting coming from behind you as you run diagnostics, trying to find out why and how it got corrupted, why is it only the memory file that is corrupted? 

Everything else was intact. His HUD settings, system files and drives were all working perfectly. 

Something shattered on the floor which startled you, causing you to turn and face Ramattra. He was approaching, and fast. The stark white faceplate you had grown to love looked menacing, intimidating as he took quick and calculated steps towards you. 

Then your stomach drops. You were cornered. The only escape was behind him and you didn’t take a liking to jumping out of the window… and the delivery shaft was on the ground floor. Perfect.

“There is no escape, human.” His hand grabs you by the throat, squeezing tightly. “What did you do to me?” 

Your hands grab and scratch at his arm. “Let- Let go of me.” Through struggled breaths, you speak to him, tone calm and hopeful, hopeful that he will let go. 

“What-” his grip got tighter, “did you do to me?” 

“Nothing, I swear-” 

“Where am I?” He glares at you, optics looking down at you, watching the panic rise, the heat in your face getting higher as the blood burns inside. 

“My workshop.” Tension was building quickly in your head and your chest was getting tighter as you continue to struggle for air. “Please-”

His grip loosens slightly, enough for you to gasp and choke but he doesn’t let you go. “Pitiful.” He spits. 

“Ramattra, please-” Attempt one. He has to remember. 

He cocks his head to the side as he processes your words before he hums. “How do you know my name?”

System settings were intact.

You stare at him, hands dropping from his arm. “What… What do you remember?” With that question, you hear his fans pick up speed, a little noisier than you remember. 

“Shambali. My brothers. Brother Mondatta and Zenyatta.” He halts, servos twitching on your neck. “Where are they?” 

“Zenyatta is here.”

“Brother Mondatta?”

“Mondatta…” You trail off. It had been several years since Mondatta’s assassination. You feel his hand squeeze. “Mondatta was killed a few years ago.” 

Ramattra freezes. “That cannot be right.” 

“I’m sorry, Ramattra.” You look up at him with sympathy. 

Something clicks within his system, his hand tensing without him commanding it to. His vocaliser stutters with static and his optics going in an aperture frenzy. The grip on your throat tightens to the point you feel something snap, and pain shoots up. 

Blood pools in your mouth, dripping down onto his hand. 

Your gargled noises and attempts to free yourself break Ramattra free of his system glitch and he drops you immediately. Your body falls to the floor with a harsh thud as you cough up the blood that had seeped into your lungs. 

Despite the pain you were in, you manage to sit up, sitting with your back resting on the filing cabinet. 

Ramattra kneels down, head tilting to the side as he examines you. He sees the panic within your eyes and almost feels bad. 

“Are you certain brother Mondatta is dead?” 

You nod, not being able to speak. 

“Do you know who killed him?” 

You shake your head. 

Ramattra watches you, looking for any signs that you might be lying. When met with truthful answers, he looks down as his systems work overtime. 

“I-” He starts before looking back up. “I am sorry for what I have done to you. May I?” He reaches his hand forward, noticing how you flinch back. Ramattra stops for a moment before reaching further, fingertips touching your bruising neck. 

“I feel like I know you from somewhere, but I cannot place you.” He tilts his head up, looking at the computer screen and seeing his system. He notices the corrupted file is slowly repairing, which means that the task he set off within his own system is slowly working on it. 

He watches as your eyes dart around, from him to behind him, to the left and right of him. The panic was still high, body still shaking. Systems show that you’re bleeding, a crushed throat but it wasn’t as severe as you thought it was. 

Ramattra stays silent as he watches you, yet without his cowl and… ‘clothing’, he looks like the standard R-7000 unit. He is intimidating, even more so as he watches you without any movement or sound. 

When the computer pings, you don’t move and keep your focus on the omnic who was still kneeling in front of you. 

“Unfortunately, it seems part of my memory file is corrupted.” He finally speaks. “I remember everything, but I still cannot place you.” 

You smile weakly, tilting your head to the side a little and wincing. “Its… Okay.” you manage to say through the pain. 

Before Ramattra had a chance to respond, the door to the workshop slams open, Angela and Zenyatta rushing in. 

“Athena made a distress call.” Angela rushes over to you and gasps at your condition. 

“They are fine.” Ramattra states. 

“Brother?” Zenyatta appears behind him which causes the larger omnic to stand and face him. “What happened?” 

Ramattra stutters, looking back down at you with  heavy feeling in his chest. “I hurt them.” 

The room fell silent. 

“What?” Angela looks up at the taller omnic. 

“My system went on the fritz and I crushed their throat.” 

“Your system doesn’t just go on the ‘fritz.’” The medic turns her attention back to you, gently turning your head to face her. “Look at me, [y/n].” 

“Accident…” You mumble, only to be hushed. 

Ramattra looks down at the floor before turning his attention to the monk. 

“I am sure it was.” Zenyatta speaks up. “Brother Ramattra would not hurt you, [y/n].” 

“[y/n]...” Ramattra repeats your name, looking off to the side. “[y/n]...” 

“Brother?” The monk looks up. 

“I do not know a [y/n].” Ramattra says but then he looks back to you. “I still cannot place you.” 

You smile at him. 

“[y/n]... Such a unique name.” He kneels back down and offers a hand to you. 

You could feel the medics eyes on you as you reach up and take his hand. 

“Allow me to make up for the damages I have caused.”

He doesn’t say, but there was a transmission that played within his system.

[ Memory: Repair log, day 10 ]

"Despite you being a pain in the ass sometimes, you're alright. Fuck, you should've seen how heartbroken Zen was. It hurt me too, you know. If this doesn't work, I will never forgive myself. I don't think Zen will ever get over it either... If you're listening, Ramattra, please wake up... I don't think you understand that you have people here who actually want you back, and not for your strength. I'll miss you if this don't work. I'll miss seeing that damn face of yours and your snarky comments." You laugh. "You always made me smile. Even that day you came in with Zen. You didn't see but when you left I was super happy you trusted me. It was the very first time you let a human touch you. I heard from your brother you hadn't even let any other human touch you before I did…

Hey, Ramattra... you're welcome here anytime. Even if it's just to talk."

Between the glitches and static, the voice matched yours and the hatred he had felt for you when he turned on in that workshop had subsided. 

Ramattra may not remember you, but he was ready to fix his mistake and make new memories with you, ones where he would remember you, ones where he would protect the files from never being corrupted again. 

[mama-qwerty]

Robo Knuckles

Okay, a bit of discord writing. Something something, Knuckles is either turned into a robot, or his entire personality and everything that makes him who he is is downloaded into one. Think Metal Sonic, but in this case the bot kinda IS Knuckles. In a way.

I don't remember if we said this was by Eggman, but I don't think it was. Some other group of scientists or something. I dunno.

ANYWAY, this takes place years and years in the future, when Silver finds the long abandoned base where Robo-Knux is still living, his protective and guardian instincts still driving him.

This was started (as a number of these things usually are) by @nights-nonsensical-ramblings, and then I took it over because my brain went GIMME GIMME. I've noted the different places that Night contributed.

Night

As soon as Silver starts fixing up the old base the robot starts to assist. On closer inspection he can see that the robot has been trying to keep this place maintained, but it’s been a losing battle. The stubborn loyalty to his home reminds Silver of the original Knuckles, and he can’t help but feel deja vu from when he’s watched Knuckles work on Angel Island.

But that’s for another day. He still needs to help this poor abandoned robot and he promises he’ll return with more supplies to help fix the base tomorrow.

And for the first time in many many years a promise of fixing is kept.

Me

As they work together to get the place semi-functional again, the robot seems to be more eager to help. He's often standing at the front, waiting for Silver to come back. He doesn't speak, and Silver can't figure out if it's because his audio circuits are damaged, or if he simply can't.

Memories of Metal Sonic flicker through his mind, but Silver dismisses them quickly. This robot doesn't seem to have any ill intent. He actually does seem to be very much like the Knuckles he remembers.

Over time systems are brought back online. Lights flicker to life. Computers long dead blink awake. Silver isn't as good at technology as Tails was, but he can manage. He flicks through various programs, most of which are of no use or long since defunct. Until he finds the one pertaining to the robotic guardian.

Night

The robot stands beside him as he opens it, watching and observing him as he often does when there’s no task to be done. Silver found it creepy at first, but the robot’s gaze seemed oddly soft, like he was both curious and keeping a watchful eye over him.

Me

A lot of the files are corrupted. Silver can't tell the origin of the metal being next to him, but ultimately decides it didn't really matter. He was here now, what point was there to discovering how he'd come to be? The hedgehog decides to search for diagnostics and schematics instead, trying to make sure his new friend is functioning properly.

It's slow going. Silver isn't really technically inclined, and he needs the robot's help to decipher what a lot of the symbols and labels mean. Through trial and error they slowly begin repairing the metal guardian. Fixing some mobility glitches, patching a few frayed wires. They work for days on what appears to be a vocal speaker. Silver nearly fries the robot's ocular input sensors as he attempts to access the necessary components, and that scares the hedgehog so much he backs off, not wanting to do anything more.

Silver's retreated to the far end of the room, arms hugged around himself. What was he doing?? He wasn't Tails, he didn't know anything about machines, this robot trusted him and he'd nearly caused unfixable damage! He should go. Why was he here anyway? This place didn't exactly seem to be a threat, it wasn't useful to keeping the rest of the world safe. Why was he wasting so much time here? Just because this robot looked like someone he used to know?

Heavy footsteps behind him, drawing closer. He turned, and found the robot echidna mere feet from him. His singular functioning LED eye—the one Silver almost damaged—flickered softly as it locked with Silver's own.

"I don't know what I'm doing," Silver said, and he wasn't sure why he spoke aloud. He wasn't even sure if the robot could hear or understand him. "I don't want to hur—damage you any more than you already are."

The echidna-bot stared for a long moment, before reaching forward and taking gentle hold of Silver's wrist. The bot pulled Silver back to the computer terminal, gesturing to continue.

Silver hesitated. The robot stared, tilting its head toward the console. When the hedgehog still didn't move, the bot reached forward and turned him more square before the computer, and gave a little shove.

A little smile curled Silver's lips. It didn't just look like Knuckles. It seemed to have the same impatience, too.

"You sure?" His voice was soft, with a hint of shake. He really didn't want to mess anything else up. "I might make things worse."

The robot gave a curt nod, before pointing with its large metal mitt.

Silver heaved a sigh, before turning back toward the computer. "Okay. Let's do this."

Hours later. Through careful examination, meticulous comparing the picture on the monitor with the innards of the robot, and more than one near panic attack, Silver worked to repair the metal being.

They'd searched through drawers and cabinets, and managed to find a replacement LED for his . . . its right eye. It was bright green instead of violet, but it worked. The bot gave him a thumbs up when it flickered online.

The voice box was more intricate, and the two had argued over the design. Silver managed to remove what he thought was the speaker, but the robot kept gesturing toward the monitor, pointing at a different area.

"That's in your back, why would your voice box be there?"

The robot pointed almost angrily.

"I see it but that doesn't look like what we need!"

More pointing. A loud whirring sound emanated from its chest. It sounded almost like a growl.

"I don't think that's . . . ugh FINE. I'll check it out."

The bot nodded and turned to allow Silver access. The hedgehog was only doing this to show this stubborn bot that this wasn't . . .

Well, damn.

"You were right."

Silver pulled around the little device the robot had pointed to, and it did better match the schematics of the vocal emulator. The robot held its head up a little, and Silver could imagine Knuckles' smug little smile.

"Yeah, yeah. Finding it is one thing. Fixing it is something else."

It took a long time. Days. The wires were so fine, and the innards so delicate, Silver used his psychokinesis to maneuver around inside it, and even that was painstakingly slow.

But eventually it seemed back to functional order. He reinstalled it, triple checking that everything was connected properly before attaching the last wire. Once done, he stood back, brow furrowed in concern.

"Okay. Try to boot it up. Or whatever you call it."

The robot turned to face him, and its LED eyes flickered slightly as it accessed the repaired component. At first there was nothing, and Silver thought he may have either messed it up, or it had been damaged beyond repair. But then a loud, high-pitched whine split the air, and he slapped his hands over his ears.

The whine cut off, replaced with static. The robot beat its chest with a fist.

"zzzz . . . st-- . . . --pid thi-- . . ."

Another solid pound, and something clicked inside it.

". . . did it work?"

Silver's eyes went wide. His hands dropped to his sides and he stared at the robot.

It didn't just look like Knuckles. It didn't just act like Knuckles.

It sounded like Knuckles, too.

[itz-pandora]

i hope u know that i am so so fascinated with ur android shadow in the misc au, i love him dearly and i need literally every morsel of lore about him please infodump about him as much as you want 😭💖

-🤖

AW IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE HIM, THAT MAKES ME FEEL SO JOYOUS!!

In his debut, he's mostly following directives, trying to be the soldier he was coded to be, until Amy helps him remember his original directive, to help others. It activates his failsafe, MARIA, and he's flooded with false memories of her. This causes him to help the rest save the day!

Shadow doesn't learn he's an android until Heroes, (which he might learn through Neo), and it's a TOTAL mindfuck. It really makes him feel awful, and that negative feeling gets multiplied exponentially after Prime, where Shadow gets reprogrammed by Nine (which causes him to be deathly afraid of Tails). Shadow, who had grown very close to Amy at this point, decided to separate himself from her as to not hurt her, since he feels like he can't truly ever feel love like she can love him, because of how heavy the weight of being an android isn't him.

SHTH rolls around, and him and Hazard are the protags! This is where Shadow learns he's partially organic, with Black Arms dna. They both end up getting briefly mind controlled by Black Doom, which is TERRIFYING!!!! Shadow literally can't remember anything while being controlled because it doesn't register in his system! Just results in corrupted files. This cements to Shadow that he's never truly free, that the most autonomous part about him is still something that's controlled, just another drone.

He projects his insecurities onto Emerl when Sonic Battle happens. I think I might make this the part where Shadow gets really broken down, to a point the self-repair of the black arms in his circuits just takes too long, so despite protesting, Sonic brings Shadow to Tails for repairs, and Shadow has a PANIC ATTACK. He's actually so terrified of Tails tampering with him that his system overheats and he crashes. After Shadow is repaired, he's less afraid of Tails, because he realized he'd been too harsh, but he's angry at Sonic, and he feels so violated from getting repaired without his consent when Sonic KNOWS what happened with Nine!

Mephiles in 06 doesn't help the feeling of being artificial LMAO, but I don't have specific ideas yet! Shadow gets MAULED in Unleashed by Sonic btw lmao. Also, I don't have ideas for forces yet!

I dunno when this happens, but Shadow does Sonic's top surgery! Shadow wants to go into the medical field so doing this didn't take too much convincing.

After Forces, Metal is freed from the Eggman Empire, and Amy finds her. Amy gets Tails to repair Metal, and she ends up getting cosmetic upgrades to look like Neo! Shadow feels conflicted about Neo, but takes solace in the shared artificialness. Neo dates Amy, and Shadow feels conflicted, since he wants them to be happy, but a part of him never quite got over Amy. Neo and Shadow become close, and Neo is the one who suggests the polycule! They're all nice together 💕

Shadow, Amy and Metal move to Earth when Sonic retires as a hero! (Mobius is different from Earth). Shadow takes college classes to be in the medical field. Even though technically he could download information directly into his memory, he prefers learning in an organic way to feel more real.

When Eclipse comes to Mobius, Eclipse wants to be social with Shadow and Hazard, but struggles. When Eclipse loses his temper he accidentally mind controls Shadow and Hazard in the same way Black Doom did. After a while, he stopped, and Shadow and Hazard were terrified of him. Shadow spent so many years trying to convince himself if autonomy just to be stripped of it again and needing to start back at square one. He has to take a few days off college because it leaves him barely functional due to the sheer stress and trauma he relives at once.

And that's most of what I have planned!!!

[wordy-little-witch]

Have some random headcanon bullshit -

Tsams + Tlaes edition

• Earth is now rolling with the disability squad (welcome queen, we love you, sorry you're here). Given that Moon redirected most of her pain receptors to her legs, she now has issues with mobility in her lower back, hips, knees and ankles.

• Solar also has lasting damage from the separation from his Sun (mostly in code hiccups that impact his balance or weight baring on occassion, from a data-loss in transit on top of a... very specifically callibrated virus that ate at some of his code before it was intercepted. You know what happened there and who took it). He uses a forearm crutch on bad days, and has some braces he made that he wears under his pants.

• Sun has some lasting issues from his separation from Moon, too - when the killcode was left behind, the only way to keep it all sort of balanced out to avoid systemic corruption was for Moon to kinda... scrape pieces away to make up for the exchange. He never told Sun about that, assuming his code would self-repair it if it was harmful. It never did. Sunny doesn't really have an aid yet but he really should use one.

• Solar decides that actually ya know what, fuck all of this shit. And he goes into his files, finds the exact heights and weights for both, and sets to welding. Adjustable braces, canes, forearm crutches, and even some blueprints for walkers or wheelchairs Just In Case. Then he takes the finished projects home, buys all sorts or decorative shit, and summons Earth and Sun.

• they all sit together outside and Solar lays out a tarp. There's no reason to be uncomfortable by needing help, he tells them, so this is gonna make the help fun. He hopes. They all decorate and have a good with it. When earth needs a break, they just curl up together and Sun weaves custom straps for them all, picking threads and just... talking.

• the family gets good at reading when Earth is having a Bad Pain Day - due in part to Solar calling it immediately, no nonsense, or Sun clocking it and immediately going into Big Brother Mode - but it also makes the others recognize how Sunny does similar things. Aggressive love.

• Cleo and Muffin become a source of reference too - it's almost hilarious bc the cats are just "no fuck you all we are GOD" but also the MOMENT Sun, Solar or Earth have a twinge? It's immediately a Miette Moment. "No, we must be held, must purr, must cuddle, must HEAL YOU, protecc, LET US LOVE YOU"

• Dazzle and Jack are very excited to help BTW, idek if I should include this bc it feels obvious. They both just kinda ascend out of the woodwork like "hello I love you, need snackies? Snuggles? How help-?"

• CUDDLE! PUDDLES!!

• color coded heat pads/ice packs.

• it's not uncommon at all for Monty to come home and find Solar and Earth draped partially across the side of the pool, mostly submerged, and Sun either half-in/half out, or straight up laying on the bottom. He installed a fuckin incredible heater to it, making the pool an optional hot tub. He just goes "oh, hey, fellas, hey, baby. Need anything?"

• Earth's cane is pink with teal clouds and yellow, lavender, and white stars w/ sparkles. Her crutches are dark green with hearts all over them in colors she associates with family. ((Both have barbie charms on the straps))

• Solar's crutches were going to be a dark gray with neat techno designs, but Jack accidentally grabbed one with paint on his hands, and Solar decided that it was... kinda cute actually. Family hand prints. He only uses one at a time usually, so he trades them out.

• Sun's are all different. He let the kids design one of his crutches ((the reason Jack had paint-hands with Solar's)) and the one from them is kind of... cream? Ish?? With stickers, googly eyes, lopsided smiley faces, rainbows, and a blob that is supposedly a unicorn. His other crutch is sort of like a sunset, light at the top, dark at the bottom, with his favorite constellations scattered throughout. The cane is sparkly gold with red ribbons along the handle.

[remstorations]

Update 1

Hey everyone! Been making some good progress on the Genghis, figured I'd post some updates!

Firstly: Got the visor replaced, patched a lot of the armor breakages, still waiting on some joint coverings - the specific material that went into them is apparently proprietary armory stuff, so I need to find a source elsewhere.

Secondly: Been doing limited tests of its electrical systems. Things seem more or less intact! It can raise and lower its arms, though I don't dare try to walk it. Also got the burnt-out reactor removed, plan on putting in some battery assembly, this thing is for a museum, not a battlefield.

Thirdly: The computers are totally busted. I got them to run and almost all of the operating system was corrupted - it looks like there was some kind of error in the cooling protocols that spread to the rest of the mech? I dunno, I'm not a computers guy. Most of its five hundred years old, of course, so anyone with more experience in that category than I am are welcome to pitch in.

Fourthly: Still haven't fixed the camera yet, sorry!

[File Attachment /// The genghis in noticeably better shape. Its chest is still opened to expose a gaping hole where a coldcore would be, the armor is more or less repaired, albeit with noticeable discoloring where the older plate meets the new plate. The visor is patched as well. The mech still seems...off, the distortion effect from earlier is still sticking around.]

[hlcevr-tech-support]

I've heard that breaking the immersion for your AI companions can break the game, but it's unclear what this means. Does it make the game unplayable, or hurt the AIs, or...?

The system used to maintain the AI Companions is weirdly fragile, incredibly buggy, and involves some confusion with an unfinished sigil and an invisible skeleton model. More on that later if you all are interested.

The AI is meant to adaptively respond to things you tell them. They are programmed to only actively know information relevant to the in-game universe and any material/media that could be relevant with the early to mid 2000s, but passively they have access to the entire internet. The AI can handle information that they should only know about passively in very small doses, but particularly large or frequent breaks in immersion puts stress on the AI self-learning system and causes conflicts in their active knowledge.

At best, it can lead to reactions similar to the infamous “There’s Nothing There” Anti-Piracy event from Player_8675309’s original streams. At worst it can cause full on corruption of the AI’s more vital code; even though repairing the code itself is as easy as opening the file in a notepad and changing some numbers, it’s still unpleasant to see happen.

[mspinky1]

TARI.EXE (Puzzlevision Corruption)

I'm not even kidding, I had a dream where that TV guy and Tari have some sort of connection and kidnapped her so she becomes his property again, forcing the SMG4 gang to go through endless unwanted simulations to entertain him. I've been thinking about that dream repeatedly, and ever since Western Spaghetti I did want there to be some sort of connection. Can't wait to see more of TV Guy (or Puzzlevision as it says on his face). Also, the background text are just command prompt text, or rather Tari's programming. I've been finding so many examples of how to do program writing.... or coding? Idk lol. At some point my brain just stopped working. Anyways, i'll put below what the text says, and if you pay attention to the numbers in the written sequence, you'll see some hidden detail (Hint: The numbers are episode dates).

Background Text:

TASCORP Windows [Version 17.6.02023]

(c) 2023 TASCORP Corporation. All rights reserved.

C: \Users\TARI>ipconfig/flushDNS

Windows IP Configuration

Successfully flushed the DNS Resolver Cache.

C: \>taskkill /f /im TARI.exe

SUCCESS : The process "TARI.exe" with PID 250818 has been terminated.

C: \>winge install "Puzzlevision SIM"

Found Puzzlevision SIM [TASCORP.Puzzlevision SIM] Version 28.10.23

This application is licensed to you by its owner.

TASCORP is not responsible for, nor does it grant any licenses to, third-party packages.

Downloading https://puzzlevisionsiminstall.net.com/stable/smg4/Setup-v28.10.23.exe

90.0 MB / 90.0 MB

Successfully verified installer hash

Starting Package install . . .

Successfully installed

X: \windows\system23>cd C: \Windows\system23

C: \windows\system23>systemreset

PUZZLEVISION SIMUL. Windows

Copyright (C) Puzzlevision Corporation. All rights reserved.

C: \WINDOWS\system23>sfc /scannow

Beginning system scan. This process will take some time.

Beginning verification phase of system scan.

Verification 100% complete.

Puzzlevision Resource Protection found corrupt files and successfully repaired them.

Puzzlevision Resource Protection did not find any integrity violations.

[garvet]

G53U finished repairing the window projector 54 seconds past the deadline indicated in the ticket. It was understandable why the SecUnit's dark visor, turned towards him, seemed tense. The Unit should have detected the potential delay in advance and taken measures to ensure that junior technician G53U wasn’t slacking off. But neither the Unit nor G53U could have predicted that, after replacing the window control module (which burned out after Supervisor Bethane threw a chair at the SecUnit and missed), it would turn out that all the image files were hopelessly corrupted. And now they had to be urgently acquired from somewhere.

G53U didn’t have a single service token to purchase a new set of landscape images. And with what he usually received, he could only afford a picture for the public halls, and even then, only in low resolution. So, G53U resorted to extreme measures.

Permission to contact block 87-76-554, - he sent to the SecUnit, hastily assembling a code that vaguely resembled a supervisor-level access key. To be sure, he displayed the code for less than 0.001 seconds, so the SecUnit wouldn’t have time to record it and verify it. G53U wouldn’t have been able to. As for the SecUnit—who knows? G53U hadn’t tested that before, only speculated.

Affirmative? - the SecUnit responded uncertainly. It might have managed to check the code but hadn’t reported the verification to SecSystem and its governor module.

Without wasting another second, G53U dove into block 87-76-554, the facility’s public data repository, partially using the permission just issued by the SecUnit. He quickly found the needed images and videos, filtering out the popular and free content while marking the exclusive ones—those created or filmed by artists on corporate commission or auctioned for senior executive use. The quality of the previews was truly impressive, but each file was incredibly expensive, and some came as premium or holiday tokens for management. So G53U assigned the SecUnit the task of trying to defragment the corrupted files from the old window module. And while the Unit flooded the feed with information about why SecUnits shouldn’t be doing this, G53U was breaking the file protection, using access codes he'd stolen from the SecUnit itself during the joint window repair (the SecUnit had tried to set up walls and protest against overly close contact, but 057-G insisted that full modules integration was needed to extract information from the burnt-out block and to perform a complete replacement).

G53U also negotiated with the Unit's governor module, rather crudely, creating a loop for its commands and overrides that triggered thermal and electrical shocks. This, too, was justified because when the tech and construct systems were integrated, the nasty program would hit not only the construct’s brain but augmented human's too. Now, the program believed everything was correct, and everyone received deserved suffering in time, the SecUnit thought all of G53U’s actions were justified and legal, and G53U could work calmly amidst the madness.

The file protection resisted as much as it could, but G53U was persistent and patient—by a whole +50 seconds, during which he successfully raided the elite section of the repository. The SecUnit still didn’t object to his actions but did object to defragmenting the corrupted files. So, G53U threw the new images at it and said, "Upload."

Which it did. Then, for another two seconds, they fiddled with settings and checked the compatibility of the images with the new window module, flipping through one stunning landscape after another. The SecUnit admired them next to G53U, tilting its head back and aiming all its drones at the window. After all, now it had copies of all these files. It could enjoy the illusions of exotic places and masterpieces of the past as much as it wanted.

And then both noticed the flashing red overdue ticket signal.

54 seconds. That was serious.

Timer malfunction,- the SecUnit suggested, already correcting the exact start time of the repair.

Affirmative - G53U replied.

[narsus-travel-logs]

Initializing...

Checking core systems...

Launching bootup...

Checking S.A.I.L. essential files...

BOOTUP COMPLETE.

Welcome, user @%#!.

It would appear the S.A.I.L. user interface program has been corrupted. Reconstructing...

You are required to input a new username.

Name: Asher Narsus

Welcome, Captain Narsus.

Engine status: critical. Immediate repairs required.

FTL drive status: inoperable. Complete replacement required.

Ship Teleporter: online.

We are currently in orbit of a hospitable planet. I have calculated a 96% chance of resources necessary for repairs existing on this planet.

>Access Personal network

ENTRY#1

Well... shit. Isn't this just fun. After sitting in this claustrophobic ship for about an hour and crying a locker-full of tears, i've decided to, for my own sanity, keep track of anything that has happened to me - should anyone ever find a wreckage of my ship or somehow access this network.

My name is Asher Narsus. This is my story.

I was born on an Apex Colony planet - much like any other apex outside of Terrane Protectorate authority. I lived my life under constant fear of scrutiny, assault, violation of my basic apehood, and much worse. Despite keeping to myself and not interacting with anyone outside of necessity, i was eventually arrested by the Miniknog for deviant and antisocial behavior. I was later told it was actually because i was a mutant and had to be euthanized. In a society full of apes, the monkey among gorillas is the one that needs to be put down... alright. Sure. Anyways, i was sitting in my cell, waiting to be executed, when i heard a series of explosions and gunshots. The resistance busted me out. Not to recruit me, not because i was important - because they just wanted to. Out of the goodness of their heart, they released me from my jail cell and were guiding me to an escape ship. I'm the only one on board of this ship. They all died protecting me.

To say I feel guilty would be an understatement. 5 apes gave their life for mine. They gave me a chance to finally present the way i want to, to live the life i am entitled to. But it doesn't change that important apes died to give me this. I'm no one. Nothing. I'm just a dysfunctional monkey who doesn't even [DATA EXPUNGED. ENTRY EDITED BY SYSTEM ADMIN 1 HOUR AGO.] Fuck it. Whatever. I'm gonna learn to live with all of this one way or another. There's only enough canned food in here for a month, and i need to fix this ship, or find someone who can, before i die hungry.

I'm going down to that planet below the ship. I've got a gun, enough energy rounds to last me a while, a sturdy enough staff and martial arts training to keep me alive. I'm configuring a communicator to link with S.A.I.L.'s personal network so i can continue to take notes without having to warp up and down. This is my only chance, and I'm taking it. If not for myself, for my brothers and sisters slain by those monsters to give me this chance. I don't know what I'm walking into - could be a populated planet, could be entirely devoid of sapient life. I'm willing to take that risk.

Well. Here goes nothing. Signing off for the day.

[maswartz]

How I'd fix Beast Machines

Biggest change: Megatron does NOT escape during the trip back to Cybertron. However due to time travel being weird and all the Maximals arrive 50 years after they left to chase after Megatron. In that time the Tripredacus Council made their move. They had a series of Vehicon drones constructed to act as security should Cybertron ever come under attack. However they were programmed to be loyal to the Council only. With this army at their disposal they initiated a coup and took power. Before the Maximals arrived the Council spread lies that they were the ones who had gone back to alter history in their favor. The fact they arrived in a shuttle from the Ark only boosted these claims labeling the Maximals as outlaws. As they fled they were heavily damaged due to refusing to fight their own people. Eventually they found themselves in the cavern of the Oracle Super Computer where they were all reformatted into technorganic forms. His spirit broken by this betrayal Optimus was humbled and Rhinox took command of the group as they figured out how to use their new bodies. Silverbolt had more difficulty than the others due to the corruption in his DNA files resulting in him becoming a triple changer with an individual wolf and eagle form. They are soon joined by Nightscream, a Maximal miner who was trapped in a cave in and in desperation activated their internal scan resulting in them gaining a beast form from a fossilized bat. Meanwhile behind the scenes Megatron made a horrible discovery. Due to the intense power of his dragon beast mode he required the power of the original Megatron's spark to keep it in check. Without it he risked being consumed by it. Even after upgrading into a new draconic jet mode whenever his temper flares the dragon awakens. While fending off the Vehicons the Maximals realize they aren't alone. A group of agents of the Maximal High Council reaches them and informs them that the High Council knows they are innocent and will work to prove it. This group is made up of former beast mode cassettes such as Ramhorn and Steeljaw, upgraded as Ravage had been. Their leader however is a familiar face. Waspinator. Waspinator reveals that as he rued the tribe on prehistoric earth he realized he was abusing them as Megatron had abused him and vowed to change his ways. He began to help advance civilization with his greatest gift being instructing the tribe on how to map the stars. However a volcanic eruption threatened his people. Staying behind to buy them time to escape Waspinator was trapped and entered stasis lock. He remained in this state until the year 2050 when scientists accidentally revived him. After restoring and repairing his systems (including a much needed repair to his processors) he decided to stay on Earth out of fear of encountering his past self on Cybertron. When the time was right he returned home and pledged himself to the Maximals. His experiences on Earth, both in the past and the present taught him the value of life and he swore to defend that life as a Maximal. The first season comes to a close as Megatron's manipulations result in the Tripredacus Council confronting the Maximal High Council resulting in both groups destroying the other and Megatron taking over. As a result he gains control of the Vehicons. Rhinox is gravely wounded attempting to stop the fight and this finally causes Optimus to regain his resolve and vow to make Megatron pay.

The second season begins with Optimus becoming more and more violent as he lashes out trying to prove himself a warrior until Cheetor is forced to step in and threaten to take command. Primal then finally confronts his guilt over the losses the Maximals suffered in the Beast Wars, the friends he watched die. With a new understanding and inner balance he truly returns to lead his team. He soon welcomes a new member to the group as a crashing ship reveals Botanica, a Maximal whose mission led her team to a world of plants. Meanwhile Megatron unleashes the Vehicons on the populace, confining most to their homes as he searches for the Oracle and the Key to Victor Sigma. His plan is to combine the two to first reformat Cybertron as a purely technological world and all Cybertronians as Predacons and then to turn the power on other worlds creating an universe of metallic worlds all ruled by him. Out of nostalgia he reprograms a trio of drones to act like Predacons. A jet drone is programmed to act like a more loyal Terrorsaur, a tank drone is programmed to act like Scorponok and a motorcycle drone is programmed to act like Quickstrike. However due to lacking the actual sparks of the originals there are flaws, such as the new Quickstrike speaking like a biker instead of a cowboy. Megatron's endgame begins when he discovers the body of Predaking, frozen in stasis until the Tripredacus Council could find a use for them. Megatron removes the combiner's collective spark and replaces it with his own. With the power of the combiner he makes his final move to claim the Oracle. In the final battle Optimus and Megatron are destroyed as the energy of the super computer are unleashed across Cybertron reformatting it and its people in new technorganic forms. The Beast War has finally ended as Rhinox leads a newly unified Cybertron into the future.

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something is wrong with my computer. it was working perfectly fine right up until i got sick?! now i have to take it to a repair shop again once i recover. the timing of this is just the worst 😭😭

it works for now but after several hours of trying to fix it, i think the system files are corrupted in some way, or the ssd is failing. it’s definitely made me not want to play or make cc in case it suddenly dies.

i’m way too attached to my sims and cc, this is stressing me outttt!!!