Human friends

"Ambulance! Are you alright?!"

The fork flipped over and landed on the ground, allowing the ambulance to see the red and blue paint scheme of the Autobot leader rushing towards him. "I'm fine, no, I'm in trouble. Is my antenna still there?"

The silver metal wire, coated with some electrolyte, was swaying slightly as the ambulance moved.

"It's okay, ambulance."

"These electrolytes... can you tell me what's going on?"

Both machines turned to look at the culprit beside them—the steel fork, which was looking back at them with a puzzled expression.

"I didn't bite anything, why did the ambulance react so strongly?"

Thus, the steel fork was given an etiquette lesson.

The ambulance's mini-lecture continued until the afternoon of the next day. The large amount of teaching was accompanied by a moderate amount of nagging and minor tantrums. Steel Fork fully realized the verbosity of the car-man paramedic.

The ambulance's mini-lesson continued until Shinji, Raffi, and Jack arrived at the base after school.

The goddess gripped the railing tightly with both hands, leaning her upper body forward as far as she could towards the steel fork, and whispered, "Hello—my name is Goddess, do you remember me?"

“Your name is Divine Child, I’ll remember it.”

"Steel fork—you're not listening to me again!" came the authoritative voice from the ambulance.

Steel Fork couldn't help but speak up: "You've been talking for way too long!"

"How long has it been?" the ambulance scoffed. He'd only been talking for about a class period. His gaze shifted to the human beside him. He was on Earth, where time was measured differently than on Cybertron. A pang of sadness shot through him. He sighed, "That's enough."

The ambulance remained silent, but Shinko was about to start chatting; she was very interested in the new Autobot member.

"Are you really a Decepticon?"

“I’m not a Decepticon anymore. I should be an Autobot now.” Steel Fork was happy to have someone talk to her; Ratchet’s long-winded speech bored her.

"Are you an airplane? The Autobots don't even have airplanes."

"certainly!"

Steel Fork was quite curious about carbon-based life forms, including humans, that were different from Cybertronians. She brought her visor closer to the Divine Child and carefully observed the human through her optical lenses. The head had black keratinous threads, a soft body, and smooth, one-piece skin. Like the Cybertronians, it had a head, torso, and limbs, but no visible parts.

"I have a question too. Are you really carbon-based life forms?"

Raffi replied, "Of course, why?"

Do you eat energy bars?

"I won't eat."

"So what do you eat?"

The girl listed out her usual foods and favorite dishes: "For breakfast, I eat bread; for lunch, I like hamburgers and fried chicken; for dinner... I go home and have barbecue. For snacks, I like candy. Hey! Why are you all staring at me?"

Wow! You guys have so many things to eat! Can I eat them too?

"No. You can't digest that human food at all. It'll just burn to ashes in your fuel tank, and then those ashes will get into your gears and hinder your machine's operation," the ambulance, which had been watching the conversation, mocked.

Steel Fork's curiosity wasn't satisfied yet, and she continued with her questions: "Um... okay. So where does your food come from? Is it dug up from the ground like energy cubes?"

"That's a good question. To be honest, I don't know how to answer it."

Raffi turned on his computer and Googled "Where does food come from?" He turned the computer around so Steel Fork could see the answer on the screen. "You can look at this."

"What is this?" Steel Fork asked.

"This is a computer. My God, you didn't know that?"

Steel Fork retorted defiantly, "I've only been on Earth for a short time! It's normal that I don't know these things!"

"Do you know anything about the internet?" the god asked.

What is that?

“I just used my computer to connect to the internet to look up the problem,” Raffi said. “Once you connect to the internet, you can look up the problem yourself.”

The child was very curious and continued to ask, "Don't ambulances recognize computers and the internet either?"

The ambulance driver said, "I can tell what your computers are just by looking at them. As for the internet... there's something similar on CyberStar, just with a different name, nothing special."

Steel Fork was surprised. "It's on Cybertron?" She then thought of the images in the data showing Cybertron before it turned into ruins. "Was it during the Golden Age?"

"It's always been there." The ambulance driver was incredulous. Was she a caveman or an assistant to Shockwave? "Haven't you ever been online?"

"I don't know, I only know that I can use Wi-Fi to send messages."

"And you still say you weren't created by the shockwave! If you were a Cybertronian born in a normal way, you should have been to an internet cafe at least once."

“I just stayed in the incubation chamber a little too long. When I came out, Cybertron was a complete wasteland,” Steel Fork muttered softly, but everyone present heard her. “I remember everything.”

The ambulance suddenly realized a question: "How much time has passed since you first logged in?"

Steel Fork reported an accurate number, which was recorded in her system.

The ambulance driver was speechless: "You're even smaller than a bumblebee."

The divine child exclaimed in delight, "So this is a Cybertronian baby!"

“No, no, no,” the ambulance urgently retorted, “From a human perspective, the only things that can be called babies on Cybertron are the proto-organisms in the culture tanks. Someone like her is at most a sub-adult.”

Steel Fork keenly sensed the meaning implied by "baby" and asked, "Then what's that with a bunch of babies?"

The girl understood what the steel fork meant, and she said loudly, "It's Mom."

"So, does the ambulance now count as carrying a bunch of us sub-adult 'babies'?"

Jack sensed something was wrong and quickly called out, "Wait, ladies, shouldn't we be talking about this?"

Lafite was puzzled.

As if she hadn't heard Jack's words, the divine child continued, "I think so."

"so……"

"so--"

"So what? Stop talking!"

One person, one camera, both shouting in unison: "Ambulance Mom!"

Raffi found it amusing and shouted along, "Ambulance Mom!"

At this moment, the ambulance took a step back, one hand covering the faceplate, and a weak voice leaked out from between the fingers.

"Oh my god! I'm not your mother."

Jack also found things interesting.

Three people on one machine, speaking in unison:

"You are it!"