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Oh Persephone, what have you done?
Do you ever think about Donnie and the Technodrome. Do you ever think about how in order to use it, he had to shed the very thing that had saved him from grievous injury or death time and again, to entrust his body at its most vulnerable to an invasive, completely alien construction. How the Krang’s machinery straddles the line between technological and organic, how Krang Three hardly needed to open his eyes to pilot the Technodrome and try to kill Donnie and Mikey, how deeply the connection between ship and pilot has to run for it to work at all. How the Technodrome reshaped itself to project Donnie’s face, while his body lay comatose in its inner chambers. How suddenly that connection was severed when Krang One discovered them. How Donnie might remember it. How he might still feel the cool, wet matter spreading up and around his soft shell, while his mind interlaces with technology that was not meant for his biology, remembering the sensation in his sleep. How he might miss it. How the whispers of the machine that might as well be alive come to him at night, lauding his abilities, his work with such primitive technology, haunting and yearning for a pilot back. Do you ever think about Donnie and the Technodrome.