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[ Don't mind him, he's just taking a peek under the hood, as it were, running a handful of scans. ]

'fraid you're gonna have to make time, man. This virus is a real nasty customer.

What in the name of Cybertron are you going on about?

[Sounds fake. Listen, he's the last person to take a medical concern lightly, but if there was something wrong he thinks he would know about it.]

[ Flynn lightly huffs, spinning the display around so he can see what the heck he's talking about. Just there, nibbling at places it ought not to. ]

...Ah.

[Damn.]

Well, in any case, it's nothing I can't handle. Alone. By myself.

Mhmm.

[ He's totally listening. No, really. Flynn flips the display back with a gesture, swiping through code at a rapid click. ]

You got a name, buddy?

[So offended. How dare you try and change the subject.]

Chief Medical Officer Ratchet.

[Said very pointedly. Hello, fully capable of handling this.]

You will have to make time. Initial scans indicate you are a non-Omnic robot of unknown origins and design. You must present credentials or submit to a full system scan.

[ There's been a lot of chaos going on in Numbani lately, and she has been advised to be extra cautious about anything... suspicious. ]

[What is this, a human-made robot? Cute. He’ll grudgingly admit that they’ve gotten better since the last time he encountered their technology, though.]

Autobot Ratchet- former Chief Medical Officer. Wasn’t designed by anyone. Not a robot and I’m damn well not an Omnic, whatever that’s supposed to mean.

[Been a long time since he’s had to introduce himself to anyone. Not sure how humans are viewing their kind these days, or if his titles actually mean anything to anyone on that dirt ball.]

[ Here in Numbani, humans and Omnics live side by side as equals, friends, or more. They can even been seen walking side by side on the sidewalks. The rest of the world? Opinions... vary, though they lean towards the negative. ]

Your confusion is noted, however the attitude is not appreciated, Former Chief Medical Officer Autobot Ratchet.

[ Her face may not be anywhere near as expressive as his but she manages what one could only call a disproving mom look. ]

Omnics are those of mechanical origin who are Aware. Who have a heart. Such as myself.

[Being called out for his attitude is far from a first for Ratchet, but it’s been quite a while since he’d been scolded for it. He rolls his optics, but chooses not to pick a fight over it, tempting as it is to snark back. He’s above petty arguing- sometimes.]

A heart? As in part organic?

[Squinting a little. Earth has more expressions than he knows what to do with, so he isn’t sure if it’s meant to be taken literally, but it makes him wary nonetheless. He thinks about the last time humans attempted to blend organics with robotic technology on a frequent basis- to say it hasn’t ended well would be somewhat of an understatement, and doing poor Sunstreaker a disservice.]

[ When you bump into Mombot you best be on good behavior. ]

You are thinking of a cyborg.

[ Which is also a thing but let's not complicate the issue here TOO much. She's still running a background check on his name. At least this conversation is keeping him put while she does that! ]

I speak of soul, identity, thought, consciousness. Heart.

Sentience, then. You could’ve just said so to begin with.

[This just proves his point about Earth having too many non-literal expressions.]

And what does that make me? I’m mechanical in origin. I’m aware. Your “Omnics” seems to be too broad of a term.