Complex Robotics

Holforms

"Well, gotta change. See ya in the morning."

She nodded, "Don't forget to wash your armpits. You're a little funky."

I scoffed. Well, you'd be funky if you had to run from being killed by giant alien robots...thank you very much. Annoyed, I walked past her and up the steps, turning to the first right door which was my room. I opened the dresser, and pulled out a long, blue t-shirt and pajama pants before heading into the shower.

 I stared at my self in the mirror, and I wasn't so surprised mom reacted like she had when she first saw me. I looked like I'd been hit by a bus. Small twigs and leaving tangles in my messy dirty blonde hair. My skin a little pale, dirt and scratches littered my arms along with my legs and as I pulled off my shredded shirt to look at my waist, I winced. Long, claw-marks from the robot started from the edge of my ribcage all the way to my hips on both sides of my waist. The blood dried but purple-brownish bruises outlined the claw-marks. Boy was these scars gonna be ugly.

I sighed, grabbing the First Aid kit from the cabinet under the counter and applying it to my wounds. After I was done, I placed band-aids on the cuts where the skin was most separated. I plucked the twigs and leaves out of my hair and then stuck my hand in the shower to feel the temperature. Scolding hot. Perfect. I stepped into the shower, carefully washing myself and avoiding the cuts on my waist the best I could.

After a well-needed and fresh shower, I threw on my clothes, tying my wet hair into a bun before leaving the bathroom and going back into my room. What I wasn't expecting: A tall guy who looked around my age with ice-blonde hair and pale blue eyes, dressed in all dark clothes. He was resting on my bed with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed. When he noticed me, a lazy smile appeared on his face.

"Hey."

I screamed. Which was pretty hard because my throat was still sore from all the screaming earlier. He just started laughing, and my eyes widened. Panic and fear flooded through me. 

"Who are you? Why are you laying on my bed?!"

"Calm down, it's just me. Sideswipe, remember? Talking, transforming car?" He said, sitting up.

Heat swelled up in my chest, "How are you him? Last time I checked, he was a robot alien disguised as a car!"

He finally got up from my bed, "I still am. Ratchet, a medical officer from my planet, created these things called holoforms. It helps us blend in with different species and understand them more. I'm still a robot, but this is my holoform. It's just a part of me though, I'm still sitting outside your house."

I glanced out the window, and far off to the right, I could still see the silver Corvette Twin Turbo. The headlights flashed again.

"Yeah but, why are you in my room?" I squeaked, heat now rushing to my cheeks and my heart rate speeding up.

He shrugged, "I got bored."

"How did you get in?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Duh, holoform remember? I just chose the destination in my processors and my holoform is set up to go there."

"Well you can't just pop in here whenever you feel like it! What if my mom came up and saw you? Or worse, my dad? They'll assume the worst case scenario!"

"Which is?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I could hear the mischief coming off from his voice.

"I...I um," I stuttered, fumbling with my fingers, "Y-you...just stuff. Stuff that doesn't need to be discussed right now!" No way was I telling an alien that.