The mech understood why the Autobots were scared of Megatron. Even though he's currently mostly a talking head, he was still a major threat to them with how tactful he is as he used an entire assembly line as an attack force controlled through a tiny Spybot. He was close to having the abandoned manufacturing facility destroyed if Bumblebee didn't rip out the wire controls while the others disconnected the leaking fuel tank and managed to propel it up high above before it exploded. He was angry he had to wait longer until he could have a fully functioning body once again.
...: I think we may need a different approach.
Megatron: I think so as well, but I guess you may have something else in mind.
...: I mean I think we may have given them a reason to fear. They were just together enjoying together what the tiny earth child called, um, a sleepover.
Megatron: Yes I had, though that's small compared to what many had unjustly gone through. I thought change on our homeworld could be done peacefully. I was a fool.
...: How bad was it on our homeworld?
Megatron: Remember I told you that some may believe that outside worlds may have influenced our people's view on alt-mode?
...: Yes
Megatron: Well, it was said that there were beings from the stars who brought the idea that "form and function," should dictate our place in existence. If you were a war-frames, you would likely be frequently away from our homeworld defending it from outside threats. If you were civilian frames, you are expected to mostly be on Cybertron, the middle to high classes supposedly serving them closely, carrying them in their cockpits: a part of our anatomy that may be due to their influence on our kinds' reproduction. The function was kept by many Cybertronians since it could be used for storage. That's not all they may have changed. It was said that Cybertronians use to come out of the well knowing who they are but no longer after the invasion. Many would come online and generally want to abide by "their function."
It sounds like coding or shadow play.
Those aliens supposedly fooled us so that we'll be their slaves for which they could sell use across the galaxy. Once their lies were found out our people rebelled and later won. Our people still did the job given to them, the Magnus then said it would be a temporary thing that would end about the time they recovered from the war.
That was a lie. The caste was still a system used on Cybertron. Expansion took priority over changing a broken system. Nova Magnus prioritized it so much that when the All Spark was slowing down on naturally making Cybertronians formed he commissioned scientists to tap into its life-creation properties.
They succeeded and put the sparks scientist had helped develop be put into prefabricated protoforms and shells so it could develop into whatever they programmed the spark, this process is called cold construct.
...: Wait what is the natural way a Cybertronian can be formed and what is a Spark?
Megatron: Sparks is our life source and schematic code for our CNA. CNA is the genetic material arranged for our development and function. Another thing that makes us unlike machines is that we are composed of genetic materials, we could heal shallow wounds easily rather than consistently leaking from them if not patched unless a disease is preventing that.
Forging in which liquid metal naturally surrounds the spark to form a body that will become fully physically developed in a few weeks.
Forged beings are valued more even though there are hardly any differences.
There were significantly fewer naturally forming Cybertronians after that and more means he could control future Cybertronians' fates or purposes. My brother and I were amongst the ones to, unfortunately, be chosen to be developed into being amongst the lowest of the caste. A slave and miner.
...: Brother, slave, miner?
Megatron: Biological siblings exist among our kind, generally twins. It happens when either a protoform or spark is split by either natural or artificial means. They were a spark short on order so they used a specialized beam to split a spark into two, placing each piece into a separate body, "defrosting" to bring my brother and me online.
As part of my code, my first thought was to follow my function. That was until I saw the sun did I realized, I did not want to have the rest of my life spent in darkness and promised to return to it.
The third desire in the first solar cycle of my life almost didn't come true. I had many close calls. Eight of those who were delivered with me didn't even survive the first orbital cycle. My survival wasn't without help. Twins are psychically linked to an extent. We know each other's location, can coordinate with one another, and we could even sense when one of us goes offline. I'm surprised my brother didn't allow me to go offline when we were younger since my thoughts grew very noisy. He would get back at me by knocking me in the head and tussling around with me after the break. His excuse was that I give him a reason to do so, it's an easy means for me not to think so intensely even for a moment, and he could sense if I want to kill him for messing with me a lot.
His concerns were valid. The rations of Energon we receive are barely enough to support our large frame with the intense labor we do on a regular, at any moment drips of our lifeforce can really count. I was later gifted other means to deal with whatever comes into my processor, through literature. The beauty of writing is that you are able to externalize whatever ideas come to mind, organize them, and give meaning other than letting them bottle up inside. I at first vent through poetry but I grew bold and wanted to distribute my questions, concerns, and ideas. I was pressed to.
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