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***There was nothing--no optic glass and no indentations marking where eyes should be. His visor attached to a horizontal port protruding from the bridge of his nose. The bare connecting pins glistened eerily in the gloomy light.

"You're blind!" Jazz gasped. He took a momentary step backwards to make sense of this new realization. Mechs with such a severe physical flaw were often destroyed before a Spark could enter their body. Whoever was checking must have gotten lazy the day Prowl rolled by. "I had no idea...Prowl...how do you--"

"My visor translates electromagnetic waves through oscillators within my central processors. Every color has its own frequency. By observing them I quite literally feel my environment. Light, shadows, even the frequencies of different colors. I 'see' better at close range, however, and I can watch television and read text as long as it contrasts against the background." Prowl said, speaking as if he'd rehearsed it. He thumbed the edge of his visor while he held it in his palm. His servos were fraught with tension, the rigidity not allowing even a tremble to escape his body.

"You can't wire a line to your visual processors?"

Prowl's lips tightened against his front teeth. "I don't have any visual processors."

Wow...that's a big mess-up on the assembly line. Jazz's gaze flicked between the visor and Prowl's eyeless, rain-soaked face. The explanation of how the visor worked made sense, but he couldn't imagine being able to interpret a bunch of buzzing inside his head. In fact, he couldn't even imagine having no visual perception at all. He just couldn't fathom it.

"What about Sari's key?" he asked.

Prowl shook his head. "Sari's key can't repair me. She utilized it once before and only the injuries I sustained at the time were healed. The key can't give me what I never had."

Jazz forcefully squelched a wave of pity. No, pity was for those who were utterly helpless and Prowl proved himself fully capable of handling himself. But he still felt bad that Prowl couldn't see the beauty of the sunsets he so dearly loved. He didn't know what a flower truly looked like. A bunch of vibrations couldn't possibly replace rainbows or the sheen of light dancing over waxed chrome.

"It is my greatest...shame," Prowl went on without emotion. "Do you have any idea what a compactor feels like, Jazz?"***

--from my fic, Light

Secondary link to ff.net for those who don't have an account here (cuz I linked to this on an LJ com ^^) [link]

**EDIT**

And yes, I did give him lips. I always draw lips. Prowl's are rather cute because they're so small and naturally pout ^^

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***There was nothing--no optic glass and no indentations marking where eyes should be. His visor attached to a horizontal port protruding from the bridge of his nose. The bare connecting pins glistened eerily in the gloomy light.

"You're blind!" Jazz gasped. He took a momentary step backwards to make sense of this new realization. Mechs with such a severe physical flaw were often destroyed before a Spark could enter their body. Whoever was checking must have gotten lazy the day Prowl rolled by. "I had no idea...Prowl...how do you--"

"My visor translates electromagnetic waves through oscillators within my central processors. Every color has its own frequency. By observing them I quite literally feel my environment. Light, shadows, even the frequencies of different colors. I 'see' better at close range, however, and I can watch television and read text as long as it contrasts against the background." Prowl said, speaking as if he'd rehearsed it. He thumbed the edge of his visor while he held it in his palm. His servos were fraught with tension, the rigidity not allowing even a tremble to escape his body.

"You can't wire a line to your visual processors?"

Prowl's lips tightened against his front teeth. "I don't have any visual processors."

Wow...that's a big mess-up on the assembly line. Jazz's gaze flicked between the visor and Prowl's eyeless, rain-soaked face. The explanation of how the visor worked made sense, but he couldn't imagine being able to interpret a bunch of buzzing inside his head. In fact, he couldn't even imagine having no visual perception at all. He just couldn't fathom it.

"What about Sari's key?" he asked.

Prowl shook his head. "Sari's key can't repair me. She utilized it once before and only the injuries I sustained at the time were healed. The key can't give me what I never had."

Jazz forcefully squelched a wave of pity. No, pity was for those who were utterly helpless and Prowl proved himself fully capable of handling himself. But he still felt bad that Prowl couldn't see the beauty of the sunsets he so dearly loved. He didn't know what a flower truly looked like. A bunch of vibrations couldn't possibly replace rainbows or the sheen of light dancing over waxed chrome.

"It is my greatest...shame," Prowl went on without emotion. "Do you have any idea what a compactor feels like, Jazz?"***

--from my fic, Light

Secondary link to ff.net for those who don't have an account here (cuz I linked to this on an LJ com ^^) [link]

**EDIT**

And yes, I did give him lips. I always draw lips. Prowl's are rather cute because they're so small and naturally pout ^^