[First Aid has, perhaps, a harder transition than most -- although he was built on Earth, his body is Cybertronian, and thus heavily armored and enormous, theoretically impermeable to invasion -- but only theoretically. He feels a wrenching sense of vertigo, loses track of the ground beneath his feet, and then...There's a sense of overwhelming pressure, coming in from all sides, he's being squeezed in an incomprehensibly giant fist --
He screams when he feels his chest plates begin to buckle, and then, mercifully, the failsafes in his processors flip, and he loses consciousness.
He comes back to himself on some sort of bench in an enclosed space, shivering so hard that he's surprised not to hear his own plating chime. There are people standing around him -- oh, humans, there are humans here -- and they tell him...they tell him...
They tell him complete nonsense.]
Arrival p2
[It's not the teleportation that has First Aid bewildered. There's a reason space-time is such a difficult area of study after all, it's complicated and there are so many things that can go wrong. Within First Aid's own lifetime a small band of Autobots and Decepticons had once travelled fourteen hundred years into Earth's past, and only narrowly had the Autobots stopped the Decepticons from altering the timeline...compared to that, traveling to some other human-inhabited world was nothing!
It was the part where he was in a human body now too that was giving him trouble.
How fortunate that he'd been programmed with knowledge of human medicine as well as Cybertronian! It meant he could monitor himself and manually stave off the symptoms of shock and panic attacks! Sure, he probably looks a little unbalanced as he slowly walks along, muttering to himself about the things he can hear and see and smell, but that just can't be helped right now. One thing at a time, please!]
Three things I can hear, um...people walking...somebody arguing about...bread rolls? Um...birds?
[He turns to squint up into the foliage of a nearby tree.]
Forbidden Knowledge
[Oh no, who's dropping all this paper everywhere? Don't they know that that's littering? And all this paper lying around is such a tripping hazard, oh no! What if one of the elderly wanders by, or an uncoordinated small child, or someone with a disability? First Aid's just...he's just going to start picking this stuff up now, hopefully one of the locals can help him find a good place to put it all...
He doesn't mean to stop and read any of the pages, that would be completely counterproductive. But one glance turns into two, turns into more, and so he finds himself standing in the middle of the street squinting at a manuscript that...It must be in a language he knows! He was programmed with fluency in two thousand human languages, and three times that in alien ones! Admittedly with his physical databanks gone he couldn't access the majority of those languages right now, but he still should have been able to recognize it...]
First Aid -- Transformers G1
[First Aid has, perhaps, a harder transition than most -- although he was built on Earth, his body is Cybertronian, and thus heavily armored and enormous, theoretically impermeable to invasion -- but only theoretically. He feels a wrenching sense of vertigo, loses track of the ground beneath his feet, and then...There's a sense of overwhelming pressure, coming in from all sides, he's being squeezed in an incomprehensibly giant fist --
He screams when he feels his chest plates begin to buckle, and then, mercifully, the failsafes in his processors flip, and he loses consciousness.
He comes back to himself on some sort of bench in an enclosed space, shivering so hard that he's surprised not to hear his own plating chime. There are people standing around him -- oh, humans, there are humans here -- and they tell him...they tell him...
They tell him complete nonsense.]
Arrival p2
[It's not the teleportation that has First Aid bewildered. There's a reason space-time is such a difficult area of study after all, it's complicated and there are so many things that can go wrong. Within First Aid's own lifetime a small band of Autobots and Decepticons had once travelled fourteen hundred years into Earth's past, and only narrowly had the Autobots stopped the Decepticons from altering the timeline...compared to that, traveling to some other human-inhabited world was nothing!
It was the part where he was in a human body now too that was giving him trouble.
How fortunate that he'd been programmed with knowledge of human medicine as well as Cybertronian! It meant he could monitor himself and manually stave off the symptoms of shock and panic attacks! Sure, he probably looks a little unbalanced as he slowly walks along, muttering to himself about the things he can hear and see and smell, but that just can't be helped right now. One thing at a time, please!]
Three things I can hear, um...people walking...somebody arguing about...bread rolls? Um...birds?
[He turns to squint up into the foliage of a nearby tree.]
Forbidden Knowledge
[Oh no, who's dropping all this paper everywhere? Don't they know that that's littering? And all this paper lying around is such a tripping hazard, oh no! What if one of the elderly wanders by, or an uncoordinated small child, or someone with a disability? First Aid's just...he's just going to start picking this stuff up now, hopefully one of the locals can help him find a good place to put it all...
He doesn't mean to stop and read any of the pages, that would be completely counterproductive. But one glance turns into two, turns into more, and so he finds himself standing in the middle of the street squinting at a manuscript that...It must be in a language he knows! He was programmed with fluency in two thousand human languages, and three times that in alien ones! Admittedly with his physical databanks gone he couldn't access the majority of those languages right now, but he still should have been able to recognize it...]
Damn it...what is this, even...