Simussy Jarussy

Humans resemble Cybertronians only in certain external characteristics. This is logical, as this variation in physical form is most suitable for living in a wide variety of conditions. It is, in fact, the gold standard. That is where the similarities between humans and Cybertronians end. From the first glance at Earth life forms in Decepticon reports, Shockwave realized that humans are very primitive creatures. The Autobots' habit of caring for all living things is nothing new, but to become attached to a human as a friend and companion? Something more than a pet? Illogical. Foolhardy. That's why he knows there wasn't a single chance for pity or sympathy for you, even if the mech was capable of feeling anything.

Your tiny body is pressed into a corner when Shockwave, who has come to the surface of the Earth for his first mission, blocks your escape. Excellent, specimen number one. How many more will there be? Oh, he'll lose count if he tries to keep track. You are one of thousands, tens of thousands, in his optic. The alien's only healthy arm reached out toward you, grabbing you sharply and precisely, lifting you with calculated precision for just a fraction of a second before throwing you against the wall as if you had electrocuted the scientist.

Something came out of the little fleshy's mouth that, judging by the tone, was a sharp curse, but the mech recoiled and almost fell, looking at his now empty palm with a searching gaze. Not understanding, not believing.

For just a moment, something extraordinary flashed through his microchips, something so forgotten and yet so familiar, something that was impossible and had long since been accepted as fact.

Fear.

When Shockwave's palm stopped touching you, the feeling turned into a very quiet echo, an elusive mist, clearly intangible but definitely existing, not an illusion. The servo stretched forward once more and covered the small body completely, as if shielding it, forcing you to bend over and put your hands in front of you, and then it sprang back, causing you to feel irritated. Is this robot deliberately trying to creep you out?

Oh, now he feels a handful of confusion at the root of horror. Mesmerized, the scientist now boldly takes you in his hand and stands up straight, watching your little spinning head and listening to your babbling in one of the human languages, which the mech does not understand, but feels your emotions with his whole frame, with the Spark itself. Incredible, amazing, simply impossible, but this is definitely not a glitch or a processor game, it's all real. You are the conduit for something alive and trembling in Shockwave's asset, and he simply cannot move, hypnotized by the fireworks of emotions, sensual thoughts, and sensations.

Ultimately, without saying a word to you, he will return to Nemesis, clutching his “prey” in his fist and full of sincere enthusiasm. He does not recognize or add your language to his vocabulary yet, but he does not part from you for several hours. He simply holds you in his single palm and seems to float. The current carries him first into the pool of your anger and impatience, then into panic, along with compassion for yourself and your fate. When it's all over, because you've simply shut down from the stress, Shockwave lays your limp body in front of him and, in his usual manner, opens the necessary template for analyzing scientific research.

Your breathing is quiet, completely imperceptible amid the hum of the spaceship. Fingers move with professional speed, typing out a report of everything that happened, describing every possible detail. Everything is exactly as it was before. Quiet, predictable, logical. He has lived this way since that accident until today, millions of years, but…

Just one finger gently pressed against your thigh, it's radiating warmth even through the fabric of your pants, while you slept and Shockwave's scarlet optic dimmed slightly in bliss, and the ventilation released warm air. Through just one finger, the serenity of your unconsciousness entered all of the scientist's systems, which he did not feel even during the calmest and sweetest stasis…

There is still much to record, explore, and experiment with, but it has been decided that you will remain at his disposal indefinitely. If he loses all these again for a long time, he will not be able to return to work. He will not be able to. He needs you here. To increase the percentage of efficiency.

This is logical.