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CHAPTER NINE - ACT I ' ENTRAILS OF CREATION '

But I am sorry for scaring them, and you.

   Those were the last words that Ironhide said before she got out of his cab and sprinted to her dinner- a delicious roast beef stew and little side salad.

That night as she lay in bed, she found it hard to sleep. The days events were running through in her head and she found herself runn her good hand over her Cybertronian limb. Now- after five years of feeling as if it was part of her, she felt a little detached from it. As if it wasn't actually hers anymore.

  Tell me what you remember, Optimus had asked. He wanted to know if she knew where she had acquired the prosthetic.

  She wanted to know as well. Was it given to her as a gift? Were there other Cybertronian's on Earth, in hiding? Had she- god forbid- taken it by force? Was the her that she didn't remember a terrible person? Maybe her kindness was only a result of her having no memory and therefore no vendetta against the world. Why would she hate and steal if there was no force driving her to do so?

She sat up to pull the edge of her shirt over her shoulder. The skin around where the prosthetic connected to her was tender. Scabs were still forming and more often than not- being rubbed off by her uniform. The prong like bits of metal that pieced her skin went deep. She had seen how long they actually were, and an x-ray of that part of her body might be considered a form of body horror.

There was a full body mirror in the bathroom that she used now to observe herself in her entirety. Laying in bed staring at the ceiling was doing absolutely nothing and she felt the urge to inspect her arm in a different light.

She wore a simple brown cotton night shirt that fell to her knees. Her hair was braided loosely and hung over her left shoulder- her good shoulder. Her good shoulder and arm that had started to pack on more muscle due to her physical training during basic. The nutritious meals had also likely helped. Her once soft stomach was flatter than she remembered and her legs were showing more and more definition. These changes were different but not unwelcome.

The funny thing was that her good arm was beginning to better match the muscular shape of her unnatural one. Before it had looked big and clunky, as if a weight was slightly pulling down the right side of her body but that was ever so slowly going away now.

Her mind was at war with itself. How could her body be finally be accepting the metal limb and yet her head feared its meaning? Before the last few months happened she would have never thought that she would be here.

   What she knew was already limited to a mere five years. The things she knew from Before was a horrible accident, a death, and an Unkown right arm and hand. It was not very often that her head fought with herself. In fact, it was rare for her. She had accepted where she was and the cards she had been dealt.

The cards were unraveling.

She was maybe unraveling.

Just a little bit.

She twisted her right arm slowly out in front of her, slowly taking in the ridges and bumps that mimicked human shape. So many small gears, screws, and bolts made up the entire thing. Internal mechanisms that she could not see but still sensed was there. A Cybertronian metal that could deflect a bullet from a point blank range. Her reactions from touching Optimus and Megatron were still fresh in her mind.

More questions stemmed from these thoughts. Theories and hypothesis. If her body was rejecting alien metal, and if her limb was sentient? could limbs be sentient because Cybertronians were essentially sentient transforming robots and really it was an arm, a robotic arm- which Cybertronian's had- obviously- could there be a bit of sentience somewhere in the metal and it sensed its kin? and reacted negatively with her brain because it was most likely her brain controlling her arm but maybe Optimus had a larger brain and it overloaded her own? What?