Three-billion years ago, 95 Stellar Cycles since the death of the Primes Iacon, Cybertron I awoke. My ey-optics opened to a grayish ceiling, and I laid there for a moment in confusion, because my ceiling was a cream color. Then my memories filtered in of yesterday. My dea-Don'tthinkaboutitDon...
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