You begin your trek towards the wastelands getting use to your new form. You scan the area without spotting any other bots, you vaguely wonder if you're the only Cybertronian on the world.
The thought makes you feel lonely, you imagine what your life would be like trapped on this dust ball.
You hear a rustling behind you.
"Move and you're scrap." A voice says from behind you warns. You look to see.
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