"Preliminary satelite photography shows that a large amount of construction is currently going on in the vicinity of Lookout Mountain. THe sat's show what look like giant robots doing the work, as well as what looks like the ass end of some sort of vessel." Casey said, dropping the file folder on the desk of the Senator. "I had three photography specialists go over these to make sure they weren't some bit of hacker boredom. THey say the photos are the real thing."
"I'm not surprised." Senator Debusk said with a grimace. "They are infiltraiting our society, like mechanical parasites."
"Now you are starting to sound paranoid Doug, and that's not like you." Leon said, pulling out a chair and taking a seat. "You didn't look this rattled after our first go through in Iraq."
"Yeah, but they can change shape, they can be anywhere. I have one at my house, likely as we speak." Doug said. He eyed the bottle of gin he had purchased earlier in the day. The AA group he had gone to to help kick the habit had gone on about crap like wellsprings of spiritual fortitude and spirit animals and crap like that. "My son..."
"Clark? He's a good kid, watched him last week nail a solid 30 yard pass against Steamboat." Leon said, the kid had a bright future, looked like Colorado State would offer him a full scholarship for his passing arm.
"Yeah, he got a new car last night, won't tell me where or how he got it, just mumbles something about recruiters. Except that recruiters just dont give away bright yellow Ford GTs." Doug said.
"Wasn't one of the robots in the d**n photage a GT?" Leon asked. Doug nodded.
"Color is hard to guess in that black and white film, but it was a light color, white yellow or a light blue."
"So, do I need to make sure to use premium or what?" Clark asked as he shot down the mountain road, the wide bodied GT making short work of the curves and hills.
"Premium what?" Sunstreak asked, his voice vaguely synthesized and metallic. To Clark it sounded like the voice was coming not from the sound system, but from one of the air conditioner vents.
"You know, premium gasoline, $4 a gallon, 97 octane premium..." Clark said as the sunburst yellow car accelerated to pass a farm truck that was barely doing the speed limit. "s**t, this is a no passing zone man! I don't want to get a ticket."
"So that is what the lines mean. Don't worry. There aren't any law enforcement units in the area, and there were no oncoming cars." Sunstream said. "Inquisitive...I can guess. one of my autobot brothers has assumed the form of one of your police units. We know how to listen in on their radio traffic.
"So you're an autobot? Sounds like something from Japan, or one of those self propelled vacuum cleaners that my mother is always harping about." Clark said. "So you got a destination in mind, or are we just going to run until you run out of gas?"
"I don't use this gasoline that you speak of, we occassionaly consume some hydrocarbons for lubrication purposes, but we metabolize energon to run. I believe that some of the flyers can and do use gasoline to extend their energon supplies in flight."
"Whatever that means..."