Slipstream is a glowing form in a wireframe expanse.
There is no wireframe expanse.
Slipstream is seated in the control room of the Wind Turbine Project Research and Development Facility, deep in the labyrinthine sub-basements. She sits in a chair, before one of the user interface terminals, below the large display with its alien graphics. An i/o cable runs between the data port in her right gauntlet and an adapter connected to the terminal.
In the many cycles she has been working in the Facility, she - with some help from the Team - has made great progress in identifying and understanding the structure's integrated mainframe computer and its alien operating system, but full understanding and the accesses it brings has eluded her. She has tried learning the symbols of the graphical user interface. She has gotten down to bare metal with the hardware. She has learned mainly that there is more to learn.
For one whose function is seeking efficient routes and paths, the next most obvious strategy in attaining the elusive comprehension had seemed full immersion. Her previous experiments with the hardware gave her the knowledge to devise an appropriate adapter to allow her to dive the mainframe. At the base, mathematical level the Cybertronian and Vok tech are proving quite compatible.
But Slipstream, experienced with infiltrating Earth tech, and having just a little experience with infiltration of Cybertronian systems, has never directly connected to an alien system such as this. It is experimental at best. This does not dissuade her; Slipstream sees value in trial and error. She does not, like her creator, simply try the same thing over and over again, with slight variations on delivery of the explosive device. If she does not succeed in a goal, she is willing to concede that she did not have all necessary data to plan the best strategy, before, to learn from the experience, and plan a better strategy.
The vast wireframe expanse she perceives as glowing with native, amber light does not exist, except as the Earthling Gibson wrote, a kind of consensual hallucination; a perceived representation of data; nonspace. Slipstream understands nonspace well, especially since the transwarp accident of her last experiment, which resulted in her consciousness being caught in the theoretical eddies between space-time and the transcendent state induced by transwarp tech and its particular energies. There's a perceived 'space' in and between linked data systems, which has no physical dimension. There is no color, amber or otherwise; she's not even using her optics, though she is processing visual data.
Out in the metalspace, her shell is motionless before a monitor populated with shifting and scrolling icons.
In the wireframe of cyberspace, she's a magenta form manipulating cubes of data. She data as having varying density and luminosity. She touches one, reads it through the contact, and then discards as irrelevant. Slipstream swims through the data, seeking that brightly glowing block.
Outside, time passes, and a comm terminal Slipstream programmed, earlier, broadcasts a pre-recorded video message: //This is Slipstream, broadcasting on behalf of the the Community's Wind Turbine Project. I now officially announced that, as promised, we have stores of wind-generated energon available for Community consumption and use. Research*
indicates that most residences in our settlement produce sustenance level energon output, but any who are temporarily without housing, due to recent arrival, displacement or residential construction, may collect free rations at our Research and Development Facility. Energon will also be made available in larger quantities to members of the Community, for distribution during public events, or for use in experiments benefiting the general public.\\
Back on the wireframe grid, Slipstream seeks the elusive data, which she perceives as a highly luminous cube. She fires data from her guns at hovering challenges and queries. She sights the elusive data again, but is prevented from following by the appearance of a glowing, amber wall. So, you do have some security
, Slipstream observes.
Meanwhile, in metalspace, another pre-recorded message is broadcast, this one only to those Slipstream considers kin, close allies, and the few Decepticons of her universe: //Slipstream here. I'm conducting an experiment at the R&D Facility. There is no physical risk, but if you do not hear from me in the next few solars, be informed all necessary back-up files have been trusted to drone 1812.\\
The wall is still up, blocking Slipstream from chasing down the elusive data. She has not been able to go over or under; there does not seem to be such directionality as over or under. She has been unable to find a gap in the wall to exploit. No scripts she fires from her guns have had an effect.
She flies along the wall, keeping it at her right side, determined to find if it has some end. She comes to a corner, and then another, and another. Slipstream perceives herself as boxed-in.I can't be trapped. I can't!
Outside, Slipstream's shell trembles in her chair, her shard is radiating fear. She's been proud of her speed, agility and guile, on her ability to avoid capture and to evade attack. When Bulkhead tried to put her in Stasis cuffs, he ended up the one in cuffs. There was the time she was knocked down, when Optimus Prime knocked Ramjet into her, but then she later shot the grounder out of the sky! When her side started losing, she switched sides! Omega supreme shot her down, once, but her strategy had taken him down, once; and given his number of guns, being only hit the one time was still an impressive accomplishment. Being forced into physical confrontation or trapped removes her from the element in which she excels.
In the expanse, Slipstream perceives the distinctive sound of transformation and searches the adjacent blocks of data. There, perched above on a glowing block is another glowing form in some kind of samurai armor. Prowl.
"What the spark are you doing here, Light Cycle?" Slipstream demands, trying not to express her fear.
"You may proceed no further." Not Prowl. The system generating an agent she perceives as Prowl. He's the same amber color as the native data.
Slipstream fires upon the agent. He evades with a jump from one block of data to another. Slipstream is taken by panic again. Like the real Prowl, this system agent is quick and evasive. He's a small moving target. It's like...fighting herself: someone with speed, agility, guile. The real Prowl: he was instrumental in taking out her elder, unfortunately disposable brothers; she'd seen him evade Mixmaster's attacks, and knock Ramjet out of the air with one of those shurikens; She'd heard he was one who interfered in Sentinel's plot with Lockdown, which coincidentally interfered with Ramjet's plot and resulted in two of her brothers being transported to Cyberton; and he'd been directly involved in the deactivation of her creator with his AllSpark meddling!
Slipstream is afraid of Prowl.
And, she realizes, in horror, the system could have no means of generating such an agent, without access to data in her own memory! Her experiment has resulted in her own system being infiltrated by the mainframe's automated defenses. [ooc: Open Post. If you think your character receives the second message, they do. The wireframe expanse visualization of Transformers 'Cyberspace' is depicted in Transwarped (Transformers Animated episodes 30, 31 and 32). She's just paraphrasing William Gibson. He coined the term 'meatspace' for the physical world apart from cyberspace, but not being a squishy, Slipstream is using 'metalspace'; it has some letters in common. *Mods determined previously that locations are self-sustaining, so any need for energon from the WTP would be played-out voluntarily. Also some influence from Tron and The Matrix; I was listening to the soundtracks while writing. Music for post: The Matrix Reloaded - Mona Lisa Overdrive - Juno Reactor / Don Davis, which, in the movie, accompanied the freeway chase scene.]