TRANSFORMERS: "MOVE IT"
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Bee, why do you use the radio so often for communication? Sam idly asked, laying on his back and chewing at the green blade of grass.
It was beautiful here, on this cliff. The sight of the city beneath them, pink evening sky above them, and the setting sun right in front. Quiet and peaceful. Far from the routine and problems.
Bumblebee, for some reason still in his car form, responded after a moment of contemplation by a song. I baby I - I like to do it
Sam chuckled. The next words in this song would be with you, which was funny, come to think of it.
Music is a strange thing, the autobot suddenly said using his real voice. Sam stopped chewing at the piece of local flora and turned onto his stomach, giving his friend, amber in the rays of sunset, a curious look.
You think so? Whats strange about it?
Bee was silent for a moment, then began speaking again, obviously choosing the words. Its flexible and informative. Judging by the humans reaction to it, it can both sooth and excite. Your heart rate often changes depending on the tunes I play.
Sams brow lifted. So you, like monitor me all the time?
Yes, It was a simple statement, without even the slightest pause for doubt, like an unbreakable dogma. It was kind of thrilling.
Why do you humans have so much music in your world? The bot asked all of a sudden, and this question sounded childlike, full of amusement.
The boy thought about it for a couple of minutes. He never looked at it like that. Music is something that always surrounds the humans, its a natural part of their life. Radio, television, advertisement
I guess youve just pointed all the reasons yourself, Bee, he finally said. I like to fall asleep while youre playing something soft, and I enjoy hangin out at the night club dancing.
Dancing?
Bumblebee pronounced this word slowly, as though he was contemplating the meaning of it he had just found in the world wide web.
I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it blasted suddenly from Bees stereo almost deafeningly. Sam sat up surprised, all the sleepiness gone.
The yellow car shuddered, growled and a second later the giant autobot rose from a kneeling position and stood up firmly on his legs, absolutely still, as if thinking or deciding on something.
I like to move it, move it. Ya like to MOVE IT!
The song played on. Robot bent his head to the side, and this first movement smoothly went through his metallic neck and massive shoulder, rocked down his right arm, sharply turned the wrist with a clink and ended on the tips of his fingers, as if in chain reaction. The motion hasnt yet stopped, and Bees powerful hips were already shifting, making one of his legs take a somewhat unconscious step forward, in a perfect harmony with the loud and pushy beat. His left hand lifted up fluidly following the momentum and sending another wave to the shoulder and then down his armored torso, this time flowing through his leg and going further down, into the ground.
Music ravaged Sams ears as he watched in absolute disbelief and fascination the yellow Camaro, and by happenstance a giant alien robot fighter
dance?
It wasnt a kind of dance he saw humans do. This dance partially reminded different stages of a bot transformation, as if Bee couldnt decide which of his two forms to take. It was complicated and simple altogether. It was filled with strangeness and at the same time held smoothness which was unexpected from a creature this size made of steel. An essentially human act performed with an alien grace. Mechanic joints followed the rhythm with a soft buzzing and a deadly accuracy perfected in battle, and hadnt Sam known better he would think Bee had been doing it for his whole couple-millennia life. This was the most amazing thing he had ever witnessed
Bumblebee threw a glance to Sams awed face and stopped both movement and sound, looking at his human in confusion, his playfulness forgotten for a moment.
Wow, Bee, was all Sam could say at that. The boy was unable to keep an amazed and incredibly happy grin from his face. He felt admiration and pride. Youd make a kick-ass cheerleader for our school team, you know.
Something about Sams smile ignited a suspiciousness in the bot. He searched the world wide web for cheerleader. Definitions varied a bit, but in general this word meant dancers in stylized outfit performing at sports events to inspire their sports team. And applied were several images of girls in short skirts and cowboy hats with shining, fluffy looking things in their hands. He tried to picture himself in that, and almost short circuited his processor.
Bee looked at the boy who was now laughing, and used a couple of seconds just to make his vocalizer produce an intelligent sound. Uh Sam, Im afraid its more than the autobots dignity can possibly suffer. He finally stated and sat on the ground beside ecstatic Sam facing the sun. Despite all the insult, Bumblebee was happy to see his human like this, and he wasnt offended deep in his spark, even if he tried to look as if he was. And then
Okay, then just a strip dancer, Sam said suddenly, still smiling.
Another couple of seconds.
Should I even search the web, Sam?
Nah, dont bother, Bee.
Alright then, I wont, Sam.
You know what, Bee?
What?
I meant it. Trent wouldnt drag a ball even an inch further if he saw you dancing. Hed be out of his mind, just like everyone else.
But you know what?
?
Id never allow you to do that A huge grin appeared on Sams face again, and he added softly: Because Id be jealous.
Five seconds silence. I baby I - I like to do it - With you.