This choice: Viewpoint of a chariot..! • Go Back...Chapter #3Viewpoint of a chariot..! by: Authrox   What is this feeling, this enviornment, what am I? Asked the Chariot to itself. That Sabron receptionist had warned him that body dissasociation tended to become common occurance for anyone stored to long. Was I a man, or a woman? The chariot couldn't even recall its name. only the memory of looking outward against the same image for the passing of countless days. Their mind tied into a network of other's awaiting job placement at, what was it? The Werehouse?
Then came the message, followed by the test. The feeling of being disconnected from the network, the world it defined itself in. Its carboard cylandrical container, the sensation of movement, and now it gazed forward at its own metalic skin. It had been reborn, it's nearby reflection let it understand its new role. Whoever it had been, it was now a Chariot. An automated, human mind driven bot-cycle with prelimary transformational abilities for moderate interaction in its enviornment or else high speed movement.
Everything was new. It needed time to adjust. Time to understand itself. Kep'rim? Turbo? A young blond mounted its chasis. Before fusing with it. The Chariot felt defferent, no longer in control.
"Hi, I'm Amber." Came an energetic voice. "You are now, an extension of me. I understand you'll be having some difficulty readjusting to standard thought processes so I'll go easy on you. Love to run you through the cycles and teach you the in's and out's of your new form. But Owner wants to test us."
The shared sensation of a warm, flesh and blood body climbing its backside. Mounting them, testing their reaction before driving them forward. What was this sensation?
"I'll admit I love riding." Stated Amber, her voice barely containing her arousal. "But being ridden is entirely something else."
"We ready?" Asked Vika-Mang's voice through a microphone.
"We're ready." Replied Amber. "Test us as you like, I'll be working on waking our sleeper."
"Edriim." Replied Vika-Mang.
"Thats just the same as 10-4." Stated Amber to the Chariot. "Now if only I could get..."
The singular fixed perspective transformed into an assortment of images. Forward, left front, right front, either side, and reverse. The asphalt road appeared one way in a trench. The chariot could feel itself accelerating under the hand of it's rider. The sensation of hot smooth asphalt. What a wake up.
"Careful there." Warned Amber. "I was a bike person before this job and your just getting us more worked up then we need to be."
The Chariot could began feeling its performance suffer, its attention fracture. Then it could hear the Sabron swearing.
"I wouldn't worry Vika-Mang." Stated Amber through their speakers. "This one is a natural. Getting a real hard on for the experience. We're finding it difficult to.. To.. Focus.."
The Chariots restlessness seemed magnified by Ambers. "Stop." She commanded. "Or I'll have to shut down sensors."
The Chariot did its best.
"It's.. It's.. Better.." Slured Amber in a daze. "Now watch our.. Our speed.. You'll only see this.. This when your merged with a tur.. Turbo.."
Vika-Mang kept pushing the cycle in an attempt to achieve its maximum speed. Her sonar receptors in her hands, feet, and tail became awash in sensation as she not only observed her surroundings through her eyes but felt an image of it in her body. From the passing of hard rubber across asphalt, the firing rods of the engine, the passage of volts through the cycles frame. The rapid and repeated assualt against her senses assailed her. While her determination and discipline carried her forward, her body betrayed its delight.
The Chariot could feel the increased heat in its rider, even the wind did nothing to deter or even conceal this.
"Don't let the all business demeanor.. Of Vika-Mang fool you.. Fool.. Fool us.. Hard to.. To think.."
Vika-Mang had reached her destination, pulling off of the trench-way. She brought the Chariot to a stop. Taking only a moment to check fluids, engine temperature, and the speedometer.
"You are quite the find." Purred Vika-Mang. "Amber should of only boosted your abilities about thirty percent. Twelve percent above a turbo's standard. You must of been quite the athlete."
The Chariot could sense a well of pride at the mention of that term. Could remember how it used to love to run. Before its flat-cell conversion, before this new body.
"You did, we did splendid." Stated Amber excitedly. She triggered the bot configuration. Everything about the Chariot was streamlined. Its shapes, its movement. Amber used a nearby window to check their reflection. "Turbo's work in tangent with either Chariots or Trucks. We get control while we're fused. Of course I don't mind riding you as my human self."
Chariot remembered much, its past, its presence. The hope it had for its future. The wealth of memories flooded back. The Chariot knew instinctively which ones were its own and which ones were Amber's or others.
"Finally something decent to eat." Stated Vika-Mang walking up to a stall vendor cooking an assortment of food.
"I thought Sabron's get sick when they eat cooked food." Stated Amber in observation.
"Nonsense. Thats only if we eat food with processed ingredients." Vika-Mang quickly placed an order with the chef before looking back at the Chariot. She tilted her head for a moment before speaking. "Amber dear. Please give speech control to our new employee."
"But I like the control." Pouted Amber.
"And you'll have plenty of oppertunity for that later." Consuled Vika-Mang.
The Amber fused bot, atop its single wheel gave a look of defeat before it became a visage of wonder.
"You finally wake up my fine ride?" Asked Vika-Mang.
The Chariot reflected over all its memories and how best to respond. It's silicate mind could process at speeds far exceeding its once organic self. "Yes." It happily chimed in an electronic voice. All the things to consider. What it once was, what it desired to be. Ambition, memory, desire. It all came down to this. "Yes I have. I am..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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