picture you upon my knee

[bestmachine.livejournal.com]

WHO: Cavil and Shockwave
WHERE: A cafe on the side streets.
WHEN: Afternoon of 8/27
WARNINGS: ...no really, they're just warbots having tea. *raises pinkie*
SUMMARY: Cavil invites Shockwave to tea because he wants to gush about how cool it is to be a machine.
FORMAT: Quicklog.

[It was typical, really, for Cavil to arrive just on time or even a few minutes late... but he was finding it difficult, this time, not to arrive early. It wasn't that he was excited about the tea - to be frank, he wasn't exactly keen on the taste. It was the opportunity to connect with another machine. Sure, there was Starscream, but they had never really talked, not to mention Cavil wasn't so sure he represented the ideal, model machine. But this one, Shockwave, well--

He showed promise.

He did arrive early, and found a table in the back of the cafe where he hoped too many people wouldn't bother them. While he waited, he paged through the newspaper.]

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[notsoloyal]

[He had agreed to this meeting mostly due to curiosity - the tea had just been an added incentive. Curious about exactly what Cavil wanted to discuss. It was also rather preferable that he was one of the tolerable ones in the City.

As usual Shockwave was prompt. No need to keep people waiting. Spotting Cavil, he made his way to the back of the cafe.]

Greetings.

[bestmachine.livejournal.com]

[He raised his eyes from the newspaper and smiled, pushing the paper towards the corner of the table with his left hand.]

Greetings. I'm glad you could make it. Have a seat. [He glanced to the front of the cafe, trying to catch a waiter's eye.] I'm... sure we're getting service eventually, as long as we give them a few more minutes to sort themselves out. The quotidian must be trying for them these days.

[notsoloyal]

[He took a seat across from Cavil, peering at the cafe front from the corner of his eye. His gaze quickly returned to the man in front of him.]

They should be used to it by now, though this service speed is expected. It is about the same as everywhere else... Quite a shame really, seeing as this type of job is not exactly difficult.

[bestmachine.livejournal.com]

[The waiter arrived a few moments later with apologies. Cavil didn't really have a preference, but he made his order simple - earl grey and a small pastry. Once the waiter took Shockwave's order and left, Cavil leaned forward, weight on his forearms.]

A shame is what it is. When you accept a job, you should be good at it. You should be flowing like clockwork, you see, cutting off potential errors and moving forward, instead of tripping over your own feet. But you're right, Shockwave - it's all too common out here. That is what I call you, isn't it?

[notsoloyal]

Clockwork. Hm, I must agree. They simply were not made to handle such work. It would be simple to correct; calculating how many people come here each day, factoring in the busy hours and any changes in number on the weekends. A routine could easily be made up, even the likelihood of errors could be calculated complete with a list of solutions, should any of them ever arise. However they get far too caught up in their emotions, their other thoughts - they lack focus.

And yes, that is. Aside from getting a job I never saw much of a need for an alias.

[bestmachine.livejournal.com]

[As Shockwave spoke, a sort of smirk creeped onto Cavil's face. Not a meeting he would regret at all.]

Yes, well, they can't really help it. They're only human, after all. I imagine it must be particularly difficult for you, adjusting to such an environment. I've heard that your kind has their own world.

[notsoloyal]

An unfortunately flawed race.

[Not that his race didn't have its own flaws, but those were so much easier to fix. A brow arched just slightly at the minor change in Cavil's expression. Curious.]

It can be a bit taxing, at times, but it is no more difficult than anything else. While adjusting to this body and the cultural habits has been mildly confusing, information is quite easy to find - and I was also somewhat aware of how things worked on this planet, before being brought to the City.

...

Hm, Cybertron... Our metallic planet is about the same size as this Solar System's Saturn, it has a light oxygen-based atmosphere and orbits Alpha Centauri. It is truly a remarkable planet. And despite all my studies on it, there is still much I have yet to figure out.

[bestmachine.livejournal.com]

The very planet is made of metal! It truly does sound remarkable. Absolutely remarkable. It's a shame I can't see it. I would've loved to take a look at it with my own two eyes.

[He quieted when the waiter returned and set down each of their drinks, followed by the pastry in front of Cavil. Once the waiter left, he started speaking again, but his voice was low, now. Hushed. Conspiratorial.]

You know, it's interesting that you brought up "alter egos." I've already told Starscream and another one of your kind, but I myself am a robot. [He narrowed his eyes.] Not something I'd usually throw around, but there was a boy claiming to be a death god the other day, and no one even blinked an eye.

[notsoloyal]

It is mostly a type of metallic ore, to be specific.

[He picked up his tea, taking a sip. Once Cavil had begun speaking again a slight look of interest appeared on Shockwave's face. Not much of an expression, but an expression nonetheless.]

Really. Would this be your true form then, or were you also subjected to the Porter's alterations? If you do not mind the inquiry.

[bestmachine.livejournal.com]

[He sucked in a breath through his teeth, shaking his head.]

Regrettably, this is my true form. It carries its advantages, though, in that the porter hasn't altered my attributes in the slightest. I can assure you that no matter how much I look like one of them, I'm fundamentally different. I have the opportunity to reach perfection. Which is why I'm interested in you.

[notsoloyal]

[How illuminating, that certainly added more evidence to a few theories. Shockwave's interest in the current topic was a bit more noticeable, with that additional information.]

Yes, I can see how that would be beneficial in this kind of situation.

Perfection. What does that entail? ...And you believe I would be able to assist you in achieving such?

and sorry for the long delay! dealing with school ^^;

[bestmachine.livejournal.com]

[He leaned forward.]

I'm going to be optimistic. I'm going to say that perfection is merely pushing past the flaws of mankind and truly embracing all that our robotic nature entails. You've lived without them - humans - in your own society, a pure robotic society that I'm sure I can only dream about. You've been built free from their influence. Haven't you?

that's okay. and crap this tag is late.

[notsoloyal]

Correct, Cybertron is completely free from human influence. However, unfortunately, we are not a race without flaws.

[A pause.]

Though correcting those flaws is much simpler. I already aided in creating improvements to the planet and our species. Preforming our primary functions at maximum efficiency would have been reached, were I given more time.