[She situates herself on a pew, which takes a bit of effort given her height but she manages to hoist herself onto it and sit like a human person with very short legs. Chairs aren't usually her thing but she wants to try because it seems fun and that's as good a reason to do it as anything else she can think of.
At which point she seems to... stop? Do nothing? Maybe she's mentally preparing. And then her head swivels to look at Minimus.]
I am ready! Please let me see whichever one you want to show me!
[She'll even hold out a hand because that's what you do to accept a thing, right?]
[Minimus holds out one of the stones between two fingers and gently places it on her palm.
An image of a bustling city in daylight. Various robots of all sizes flock the streets lined with high-end stores on both sides. Minimus does not even reach the shoulders of most of these Cybertronians, and he's not alone. A near-identical mechanical walks the streets with him, greeting the shopkeepers with the grace of someone blessed with social skills, comfortable being around others. Minimus trends towards trailing him as they enter a shop carrying shelves and shelves of datapads. A library.
The two browse the selection, the clerks greeting them politely before seeing their faces. Once they recognize members of the esteemed House of Ambus, they have someone walk up to the twin, Dominus, asking him if they can help him find whatever he's looking for. Minimus brushes them off awkwardly to go off into the accounting section in search for references on legal standards. The two eventually leave the store with their purchased goods.
Dominus asks if they can stop by a Senator's home before returning home. Minimus, while worried, agrees, and they board a train together.]
[She sits quietly, motionless, as it all processes, except that her eyes cycle through a few colors. White, then purple; blue and occasional green. Eventually, her head moves, tilting toward Minimus as she offers the stone back to him with a small upward motion of her arm.]
Was that your city? It was so big! Everything was big! You are already big but there were more like you also! So colorful and so... Clean and nice and bright! So much light! Did you like it there? I think I would love it there! How could anyone not love a place like that!
[So many questions! Answering them all would require a map of pre-war Cybertron to explain its geography and cities, which...he ought to ask Robin if she can ever bring it back.]
Oh, the areas dedicated to the higher classes were wonderful. For most of Cybertron, life was difficult and on the verge of disaster despite historical improvements. [He and his brother were lucky to become members of a House despite their...unfortunate circumstances of birth.] Even my brother couldn't reform society despite the work he had accomplished.
[Oh...so he has to explain that in a way that does not reveal his personal feelings and can be taught to someone with absolutely no knowledge of Cybertron.]
Bots with alt-modes deemed more "worthy" by the Functionist Council. An unfortunate consequence of a large society is the stratification of its members, which becomes more and more difficult to amend as laws are ignored.
[It comes to him that Clara has not experienced living a community where groups could turn against one another. She had only Dr. Solis. What kind of life is that, to have been alone for so long?]
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[She situates herself on a pew, which takes a bit of effort given her height but she manages to hoist herself onto it and sit like a human person with very short legs. Chairs aren't usually her thing but she wants to try because it seems fun and that's as good a reason to do it as anything else she can think of.
At which point she seems to... stop? Do nothing? Maybe she's mentally preparing. And then her head swivels to look at Minimus.]
I am ready! Please let me see whichever one you want to show me!
[She'll even hold out a hand because that's what you do to accept a thing, right?]
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An image of a bustling city in daylight. Various robots of all sizes flock the streets lined with high-end stores on both sides. Minimus does not even reach the shoulders of most of these Cybertronians, and he's not alone. A near-identical mechanical walks the streets with him, greeting the shopkeepers with the grace of someone blessed with social skills, comfortable being around others. Minimus trends towards trailing him as they enter a shop carrying shelves and shelves of datapads. A library.
The two browse the selection, the clerks greeting them politely before seeing their faces. Once they recognize members of the esteemed House of Ambus, they have someone walk up to the twin, Dominus, asking him if they can help him find whatever he's looking for. Minimus brushes them off awkwardly to go off into the accounting section in search for references on legal standards. The two eventually leave the store with their purchased goods.
Dominus asks if they can stop by a Senator's home before returning home. Minimus, while worried, agrees, and they board a train together.]
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Was that your city? It was so big! Everything was big! You are already big but there were more like you also! So colorful and so... Clean and nice and bright! So much light! Did you like it there? I think I would love it there! How could anyone not love a place like that!
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Oh, the areas dedicated to the higher classes were wonderful. For most of Cybertron, life was difficult and on the verge of disaster despite historical improvements. [He and his brother were lucky to become members of a House despite their...unfortunate circumstances of birth.] Even my brother couldn't reform society despite the work he had accomplished.
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What do you mean by higher classes? What reform?
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Bots with alt-modes deemed more "worthy" by the Functionist Council. An unfortunate consequence of a large society is the stratification of its members, which becomes more and more difficult to amend as laws are ignored.
[It comes to him that Clara has not experienced living a community where groups could turn against one another. She had only Dr. Solis. What kind of life is that, to have been alone for so long?]
It happens on all planets.
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[It doesn't sound like she's doubting him, just asking. He seems very wise and well-traveled so he probably knows! Even if it seems strange to her.]
Also, what are alt-modes?