Woops, forgot to post this to RAAF as well...
On 2008-05-27 12:19:14 -0500, Bill Martin <bill_r_martin@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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said:
> Okay, having given everyone AMPLE TIME TO SUBMIT LATE FICS, it's now
> time for me to submit the clean-up fic. The easy challenge this year
> needs no clean-up, and a quick recorded message with some old-man
> make-up will cover the only clean-up for the medium challenge. The
> hard challenge, however will require some help...
>
> (Note: Any fics after this are guaranteed omake, and considered to take
> place before the clean-up. You've had more than enough time to take
> care of this. I've been more than generous.)
>
> It was going to be a long day. I'd already brought out several
> technical geniuses, and some people that can become technichal geniuses
> (Sometimes, I'm a pan-dimensional lab-rat... ), and the much-needed
> Multiverse-Amplification & Diversifying machine was nearing completion.
> All I have left to do is to summon the final component, and convince
> him to fire off some pure knowledge into the MA&D machine to help cure
> the realities of the fic writers that failed, or at least, didn't cure
> anyone. I held my breath and keyed in the summoning code for the one
> being I hoped would help.
>
> Lights and music filled the hangar, as an outline of a semi truck came
> into view. Once the fanfare was over and the being had materialized, a
> mechanized sound was made as it changed into a more recognizable robot.
> "Greetings," I said, "I hope I haven't caught you at a bad time,
> Optimus. I'm facing a rather dangerous predicament and I need your
> help. The Hate Plague is spreading throughout the multiverse, and I'll
> need you to release some pure knowledge from the Matrix to cure it." I
> didn't think robots really had eyebrows, but based on the look Optimus
> was giving me, I knew I'd need to explain a whole lot in a short amount
> of time.
>
> One week later, the MA&D machine was finished, I'd hooked Optimus up to
> the internet, and did my best to explain the situation that had
> unfolded. He even told me he'd consulted the Matrix and decided that
> as long as the Matrix wasn't fully consumed as it had been in the
> cartoon, he was willing to participate. I thanked him, and thought
> about Nemesis Prime, an Optimus that had been tortured and broken by
> Unicron thanks to an empty Matrix. I most certainly did not want that
> to be MY fault.
>
> As the time neared for the MA&D machine to reach 100% amplification
> capacity, I looked around for the Medical Tent personnel. Belldandy
> and Washuu both assured me that everything was going to be okay, but
> the proof is in the pudding, as they say. Optimus Prime opened his
> chest, and allowed the Matrix to spring forth. He opened the Matrix
> itself and allowed some of the most-treasured pure knowledge in the
> universe to flow into the machine. After a minute of this, he closed
> it back up, and put it away. The Medical Tent personnel and I ran to
> the monitors I had strategically placed, and saw the various
> multiverses being swept over by a wave of pure knowledge 100 times more
> powerful than what I saw in the cartoon. Shouts of joy erupted from
> the monitor room, and I headed back to Optimus.
>
> "Well, I have to thank you, Optimus Prime. You've not only saved this
> universe, but countless others. Many will not know the sacrifice you
> gave, that all of Cybertron gave to stop a terrible plague. I thank
> you, my colleagues thank you, and I promise I shall not need to call on
> your services again."
> "Actually," Optimus responded, "the only thing really lost was a recipe
> for soup that would apparently bring about world peace."
> "Huh?" I asked, quizzically.
> "Well, when I consulted with the Matrix, I backed up most of the
> information I planned to release, minor info that wouldn't be missed if
> it dissappeared, but I held the Matrix open a few seconds too long, and
> lost a recipe given to Alpha Trion ages ago by someone he can no longer
> remember. It had no discernable effect on Alpha Trion, but he filed
> its ingredient list in case it could be of use later. I'm now
> re-entering the knowledge lost that I'd backed up in my own physical
> body, but that soup is no more."
> "World peace soup? I guess there are somethings better not knowing
> about. Well, anyways, good luck Prime. By the way, when did I pull
> you from?"
> "I was resting on a shuttle on my way to Earth. With a little luck,
> and a little energon we can stop hiding on the Moon Bases and take back
> Cybertron."
> "Oh crap. This... is bad."
> "What do you mean?"
> "Well, let's see, fated duel, both fall, you pass the Matrix of
> Leader****p to someone who is a good soldier, but not a good leader, he
> doesn't even take it into his body, just wears it as some bling around
> his neck, he dies, gets rebuilt by the Junkicons, meanwhile Megatron
> reformatted as Galvatron takes the Matrix to Unicron and gets owned.
> Hot Rod takes the Matrix from Galvatron, becomes Rodimus Prime, then
> unleashes the Matrix on Unicron, leaving only Unicron's head, yada,
> yada."
> "Hmm...," Optimus muses, "like you said, there are things better not
> knowing about. Any hints on the duel?"
> "Nope, just run to Autobot City, smash any and all Decepticons on the
> way, but don't waste more than one shot on anyone, keep up your energon
> for Megatron. He's the Ric Flair of the Transformers world."
>
> After Optimus left and the Healing Tent crew left, I made my way from
> the Hangar to my ride home. I powered down the master device, and
> watched in the rear-view mirror as the challenge modifications
> disappeared and reality set back in. It was hard finding an abandoned
> Hangar that I could hide in for several months, but now that reality
> was back in charge, a trespassing arrest was the last thing I needed.
> Once I got home, I relaxed and began to plot for the Omake challenge as
> well as next year's main challenge...
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