[CtE] From the Shallows 09

From the Shallows
Part Nine

Surrounded by darkness, the helmet came down.

Two more cables snaked against his sides, under his armor, sinking into the ports nearest to his spark, and the Matrix gave a sharp, charged pulse that made Hot Rod jerk. Lights danced in his optics.

It was oddly quiet, and the sounds of his own frame were too loud compared to the muffled noises from beyond the enclosure. The cable in his cephalic port pulsed and Hot Rod jerked as he awareness drew sharply inward, away from his body, into the nothing-space that was the digital universe.

He stood in a very familiar place, a room which could be a complete copy of where he'd received the Matrix the first time, save that the colors of the lights were a dull orange and yellow opposed to the bright blue and white. The spherical object in front of him had far less facets but color played across the surface of it, entwining with arcs of charge which crackled and spat.

WHO ARE YOU?

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