Golden Striker was stuck in traffic. Again.
She hated it.
The femme was bored out of her mind and she had nothing to do. She looked at her internal clock and checked the time. It seemed that she would be late to arrive to the hotel. She knew there was nothing she could do about it, but she couldn’t stop the inkling of anger that managed to worm its way into her spark. She was irritated over the fact that she couldn’t just transform and just walk over the hundreds of cars before her. It was her duty -- her obligation to get there in time and keep everyone safe from any harm. It was imperative that she reach the hotel before it was too late. But what could she possibly do? It wasn’t like she could speed up time.
She groaned, annoyed.
Well, if she was going to be stuck in the sea of automobiles, she might as well do some research on modern day religions. She had grown rather intrigued by the Christian faith and took a liking towards its intricate stories. Its theology was so complex and fascinating. She couldn’t help but be pulled in by its peculiar nature. What a better way to pass the time than read the bible? She heard it was the way that the humans' God spoke to them and He used its many pages to exchange messages with His people. This God was known to be all-loving and omnipotent -- he reminded her of her own God, Primus.
