[ Eventually, Blue's daemon calms down and the frantic click-clack of its branch-like limbs scuttling across the floor finally fade away as it returns to Blue's side. ]

Why not? Grand entrances aren't your thing? [ She chuckles, once again letting her gaze settle on the Transformer -- her knowledge of the cartoon is limited at best, confined only to a few episodes she'd seen in passing and the few explosion-ridden films that had been made. ] Which one is it?

[ Look, the only Decepticon she can name off the top of her head is Megatron. ]

The Wikipedia page of our life? [ She repeats a bit incredulously, reaching to carefully touch the computer in front of her -- which immediately comes to life, displaying a full screen of information about her. A mixture of things that seem important (like her height, weight, age, and blood type) and ones that seem not-so-important (like her favorite song from when she was in fourth grade, the full list of presents she'd received for 7th birthday, the exact coordinates of where she'd had her bike stolen at the start of 9th grade.). It all makes her blood run cold, makes her feel uncomfortably unsettled, but she can't keep from scrolling through all the information as though she hadn't been the one living it. ]

This is weird. How does it know all this stuff?