Her brows stitched together before nodding, “No I do not. Would you like me to retrieve them for you?”
“Please do.”
“Of course…”, she mumbled slightly confused. “You’re a robot. I’m sorry. I should have known that.”, Jess said quietly and started to eat.
“I can eat human food… I just choose not to,” he explained.
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“Yes. Uh, well the rumors are that this Energon can bring the dead back to life,” she stated with a neutral expression before glancing at Optimus’s optics. “But from what I’m hearing that no such thing could exist, well at least been created here. Rumor also has it someone brought it here from Cybertron. I wouldn’t say that it’s not improbable but it worries me that Megatron could come back if someone gives him a quick shot of whatever this stuff is.”
“There is one power source that can do what you speak… I possess it,” Prime stated.
“Do you know of where Megatron’s last known coordinates?”
She walked over to one of the tables after she had thanked the man who had served her the pancakes and pulled out the chair to sit down on it. “What about you? Aren’t you going to eat anything?”
“I do not consume human food,” he stated bluntly before the chef handed him the cup of black coffee. He then sat across from her before he formed pulled up a datapad and began to work.
“Thank you,” Maria said as she was about to leave a question she wanted to ask popped in her head. “One more thing, um I’ve been hearing these rumors about an Energon source being here on the planet. Something more potent than regular Energon.”
“More potent?” Prime looked at her, a bit intrigued.
“Can you specify on what these rumors exactly state?”
Jess stared hungry at the pancakes then back at the man, shaking her head. “No. Those are perfectly fine. Do you guys have to pay for the food or is this free?”
“They are paid by the government and also this is a dorm,” he stated. “The owners of this property live with us and in exchange for protection, they assist in some property maintenance.”
Getting the pancakes for the girl, they continued on.
“I’m sorry,” Maria murmured, it was almost inaudible; she felt her heart break as she sympathized for him. “I shall, Optimus.”
“Good luck, youngling.”
“Thank you.”, she nodded and reached for the tray then looked over the food before back at him. “Um … do you guys have pancakes?”
He pointed out to the said food item, seeing a new batch being placed in the pile.
“Do you wish for a custom made one?”
“Pretenders? Never heard of that before. Predators, yeah, not Pretenders. And, uh, not quite sure? I’ve met him like once. Said his name was… vision or something. Can’t quite remember.”
“I see… I do not remember anyone with that designation in my species… you best be wary of those who hold an insignia different than the one on my frame.”
