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look at that old man drink; they call him sir emo

WHO:

theprimerprime at some point?
WHERE: A BAR CALLED STICKS.
WHEN: Friday night.
WARNINGS: A very very veryyyyy old former robot drinking. And a another former robot, not nearly as old, being a creeper.
SUMMARY: Vector Prime is ~~emo~~ drinking, Shockwave is taking advantage of this and goes to hang out with him so that he can learn more about him and his ancient ways.
FORMAT: Magical combinations of letters.

It was not long after getting the location to the bar that Shockwave arrived. Were it not for the fact that this was Vector Prime he would never have even entered the building. But the elder Cybertronian was interesting. With the information he had uncovered from experimenting on Alpha Trion in mind, the mere prospect of poking at another ancient Cybertronian was too good to pass up.

After all, he was not planning on drinking anything, so he would be fine. He certainly did not need to repeat the last incident. While alcohol was actually quite nice, the hangovers they caused along with the monologues they brought about in him, were not.

Quietly he made his way through the bar, taking note of how many people were in there, until he finally managed to spot his target.

"Vector."

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Vector...couldn't help but smile. "Not everything in this life is logical," he noted, sipping at the drink. "And I can imagine. I suppose that will give me yet even more time, from a certain way of looking at it." Namely, time spent suffering the sensation of one's processor trying to burst out of their helm. Or was it different for humans? He supposed he was going to find out within the passing of a day.

There was a small noise of displeasure at the comment. Shockwave knew that it was true, that not everything could be logical - even he could always be logical - but that did not change the fact that he'd rather if things were.

If life were completely logical things would be better, easier, far more productive. It would be easier to made advancements, to evolve without fighting over petty things brought on by emotions.

It was likely never going to happen.

"I am aware," his monotonic voice seemed almost bitter about that fact, "far too many things are illogical."

He raised a brow at the mention of the hangover giving more time. "I suppose that is one way of thinking of it."

His own brow quirked at that, its owner perhaps picking up that trace of bitterness. Not too strange considering what he knew of Shockwave(s), but nonetheless...

"Surely you've gotten used to that fact by now? How old at you, Shockwave?"

Far too used to it. Yet, still found it unfavorable. Chances are he always would.

"I am accustomed to that fact, yes. That does not however, make it preferable."

What did his age have to do with any of this?

"9,997,095. Why?"

"I was going to say, if you held ten million years and hadn't accepted the fact..."

Vector trailed off, not seeing a reason to specify what he was going to say. That alone should have been enough to convey what he wanted. Still...

Children.

"So illogical things are not preferable. Why?" he asked after taking another drink from his current glass.

"That would be far too ignorant of me, had I not accepted it."

Shockwave had his moments, he could be incredibly stubborn, but not to the point where he wouldn't accept such a thing after so long.

"I was programed for logic. Illogical things are irrational, often a weakness, and can cause far too many problems."

"But logically, shouldn't you have learned to live with it by now?"

He wasn't searching for any faults in logic, as the case was, or to trap Shockwave in words. Really, this was just a way to keep talking as the alcohol worked its way into the bloodstream.

By this point he was holding back a scowl, he could live with it. He had not choice in the matter. There were moments when he had trouble understanding illogical situations and really found it difficult to deal with living with so many illogical things going on around him, but. He always managed.

"I have to live with it, as I have very little choice in the matter."

He rested his elbows on the table, keeping silent for a few seconds before continuing.

"They make things difficult, they always have. Causing complications in calculations, and some things are just about impossible to factor in. Some even lack a general productive purpose."

It was obvious that the scientist was still struggling at fully understanding certain illogical things.

Vector's face turned thoughtful. "Are you certain you don't just tolerate them?"

There were certain things he himself tolerated, even if he disliked doing so - he could never outright accept betrayals, no matter how time they occurred. He could accept that his own power, however great or vast it seemed, was truly limited when it came to the sort held by Primus and Unicron. That it was the decision of Primus's children to act the way they did, and their battles to win, not for him to tilt in another's favor unless it aligned with his sworn duties...

...so really, it made a certain sense. But just because something didn't line up with another's sense of logic, it seemed, well...petty.

"And maybe not everything needs a purpose," he added thoughtfully, looking in to the alcohol. Through it, really - the bar and its patrons were distorted through it. "Or, at least, needs to be given one at the start."

With the knowledge that there would always be illogical things, he was positive that it was acceptance. Yes, tolerating it was also an important part, but he accepted it. Or he used to when he had his programing. Perhaps another thing this body had changed, it was difficult to tell.

"I am certain." was all he could say on the matter. He saw no need to explain.

There was a pertinent pause while he thought of purpose.

"Why would something not need a purpose? That would likely not be very useful."

"Maybe it's up to others to find a purpose for it. Even if it's not the first one that comes to mind." He shrugged, then took in about half of the liquid before making a thoughtful noise and setting it down. "You'd be surprised at the uses some things have, the strangest of things-! There was a Minicon who turned in to a disco ball - what do you think that's useful for?"

A disco ball.

It took Shockwave a few astroseconds to even picture the thing. He knew that saying something along the lines of 'insecticon food' would not go over well, so he simply tilted his head slightly in thought.

"...A disco ball has a reflective surface, so I suppose something involving light? However if there is none, then I do not see what purpose that could hold."

"Get the right size pins, and he doubles as a rather good bowling ball. And that is exactly what I am talking about - you can find purpose for things, even when it doesn't seem there is one. And even without pins - he's a good friend, and does an admirable impression of Unicron."

He was smiling by now; an honest smile, perhaps fueled in part by the alcohol, but blast if he didn't love the Minicon species as a whole.

"What?"

Was that a? No. He did not get that joke at all, not that he really ever understood most jokes. Maybe it was due to the fact that somewhere in his head the fact that 'a disco ball would not be as effective as a bowling ball' was tumbling around.

This was confusing.

"That would only make him useful in certain situations. And friendship is overrated."

"Not so. Friendship is one of the most useful things you can have," Vector argued, tilting his nearly empty glass at Shockwave. "Even if you reduce it to an alliance - you have those who would assist you, gladly so, and with friends they will do so without even being asked. My partner Minicon, Safeguard - without him I would be far less of a mech. He has been my friend for ages, and were he here I have no doubts he would have convinced me to some other method of distraction - possibly a less expensive one."

Shockwave waved his hand dismissively. "An alliance I understand. That can be greatly beneficial."

He'd allied himself with those Megatron would never have even thought twice about.

"Friendship is emotional. I am aware that at time this can prove to be a great strength, but overall it will always come down to a weakness. It is simply far too easy to manipulate... Would you like me to pay for your drinks?"

"Only if you wish. I believe what I got with those tags should be enough," Vector mused, reaching down to touch the dogtags within his pocket. "But, anyway - friendships, alliances, they are one of the very bonds that give meaning and reason and purpose to other things. What is the purpose of time, Shockwave?"

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"I would not mind." He wasn't exactly short on money or anything, after all.

"That does not change the fact that it remains an emotional concept."

He could not view it as unemotional. That was - as far as his understanding went - not what friendship was about.

"...The purpose of time?"

"Why does it matter whether or not it's emotional?" Vector wondered aloud, before shaking his head. "Yes, time. What is its purpose, its role? What makes it any more - or less - logical than anything else you might perceive in it?"

"Emotions always become a weakness. They are not needed, and if friendship is emotional then it is also, not required."

Despite the fact that these days he was no stranger to the sensation of emotion, he did try and stay with logic as much as possible.

"Time is fundamental. It is required within certain calculations and science. I would assume that it has a multitude of purposes."

"It does, but you must understand - part of what gives time meaning are those bonds, and they cannot form strongly without some sort of emotion behind them!" It took him so long to understand, or at least to be reminded of why he guarded it so strongly... "They are what makes time more than just the ticking of a clock, or a method of tracking - these give time true life!"

Shockwave took a moment, this was a conversation on views. Nothing more. His view would not be changed so easily, and he doubted Vector would agree with him at all.

"Being programed for logic means that I must follow whatever it dictates. Emotion was dictated as a weakness, and unnecessary, and as such, I do not have any. I know only what I have witness, not from personal experience. I must admit that I do not see how emotional bonds could give time life."

The mere idea sounded rather foolish.

It was...a pity, almost, and some of the emotion crept into Vector's eyes. He took a moment to wonder who had programmed Shockwave, but...

"Regrettable," he said finally. But it was difficult at best to explain time to one who could not touch it as he could, who could not feel it, who did not understand that time was so very much more than, well...

He raised his glass as if in toast, and finished it.

There was simply a shake of the head, in response to the one uttered word.

"To you, perhaps. However, it is how I have always functioned, I am used to being without emotion. I have been told that I am missing out, but I have yet to hear a decent explanation as to why. If it is merely to understand things upon an emotional level, like what you were explaining with time, then I believe it is worth sacrificing. The most optimum results are reached with logic, not emotion." Understanding on an emotional level, seemed rather. Unnecessary.

"Since you have knowledge about the other universes, what exactly do you know about mine?"

The question was more or less testing what he could get out of Vector, and how much the alcohol was affecting him.

The Prime made a 'mn' noise, lowering his glass and swallowing. "Well, that depends on how you define the most optimum results, which I think could start a whole new argument."

Alright, what was next...he paused, blinking towards Shockwave and studying him a long few moments. Or not so much him, as, well, the sense of him...

"...you're a Gamma," he said finally. "Primax Gamma. I...think I've been there before, if I place you right."

Another drink was ordered. "But then, I can't tell everything by just feeling you. Tell me a bit about it, and we'll see if it can jog my memory."

should vector be the one encouraging shockers to talk?

only if he's crazy.

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR CREATOR

HE WASN'T LOGICAL ENOUGH.

let it out bb let it out

he wasn't logical and no one else was. AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME.

*manhug*

thanks man. thanks.

anytime

and vector gives shockwave something else to blame his body for.

productive night is productive!

curse you old man sir. curse yoooou.

hey man you came here trying to get the info this is what you get also omfg vector is a dorky drunk

bowling... alksbfhs;hjfbhabj vector needs to go bowling.

yes. please. perfect score~!

vector prime: supreme bowler.

watch him join a bowling league

the undefeated champion for a whole bowling tournament. leader of the league.

KEEPER OF SPACE, TIME, AND THE BOWLING LEAGUE TROPHY.

THERE IS A CLOCK. MADE TO LOOK LIKE SPACE AND BOWLING. THAT HOUSES THE TROPHY.

so basically it's matrix version 2.0

but cooler because it's got a bowling trophy.

all the other primes will be jealous C8

yes. yes they will. even the fallen. and why are all my posts filled with typos.

because your spellcheck hates you

manhug