Transformers Prime - Hazy

Tabula Rasa

    Not one of them helped the emptiness in my chest.

Priscilla: “So let me get this straight: you have now gone through nearly fifteen guys in five years. It’s like the second you dump one, you’re dating another. Would you say you’re prime for a new relationship?”

    Prime. I didn’t know why, but I hated hearing that word. It was like a pet peeve of sorts.

Jasmine: “I certainly hope so. I might not remember much of my years between sixteen and coming here, but I did have an engagement ring. It was just . . .there. And I was hoping that the man who’d given me that ring would have found me by now, after all, he’d know where to look, but . . . it’s a no go. There’s been nothing.”

    I shrugged again, as if it didn’t bother me that I’d been engaged and had no fiancee to show for it. It hurt. It hurt a lot. I just felt . . . abandoned.

Priscilla: “Well, I think Prince Charming is just around the corner. But we must get on to the movie. That’s what you all came for, right?”

    She looked at the audience, the response being what was expected: they cheered and applauded in affirmation, so we began the interview for the movie. It was about my tendency to play the unlikely hero in science fiction films and how this new film was no different. Well, except for the underage additions added in. I still didn’t know their names, but had been told they were big fans.

    I was a young woman, about twenty-seven, twenty-eight-ish,  dealing with the death of my entire family from a natural disaster; I’d been on vacation and narrowly avoided dying with them. And in my attempt to numb the pain, I’d attempted to become an intelligent robot with halfway results.

    No one but a few private people, who’d nearly signed away their lives at knowledge of the information, including my director, a few cameramen, the producer, etc., knew how true that was.

    I am not normal. My body is not normal. And if I’m not careful, I would expose my secret to the world. Thankfully, I have a very . . . persuasive lawyer, who doesn’t come cheap but is easily paid on my acting salary. He makes sure not a single person talks about it. If they do, then he can make a loophole to charge them with treason, or something else crazy like that.

    And it made me think: did the man who gave me that ring know about my secret? I had no idea. And when my thoughts drifted towards the ring, they went to the bracelet, and the shocking shade of blue I always saw when I touched it.

    My therapist said it was sensory memory, but I couldn’t think of a single thing in this world that would have that shade of blue and be natural. Well, maybe except . . .

Priscilla: “Well thank you for your time, Jasmine! I hope to be hearing from you soon!”

Jasmine: “Always good to see you, Priscilla.”

    I smiled, shook her hand, and left.

    Akane was waiting for me when I left the stage, as he always was. That was why he was my head of security. He was always keeping an eye out, and never let anyone get too close.

~First-Person Narration: Orion~

    I watched the screen, completely absorbed, as that woman walked off stage. Her auburn tresses stung my memory a little, and distracted me long enough that a blow landed to me head, knocking me to the ground.

    That always happened when I saw one of those interviews.

    You’d think that by now I’d know better than to watch them while training. Of course, I still did, and in turn, Jason always gave me a nice bruise where he otherwise wouldn’t have even made contact, but oh well.