Cybertron.
The home of the Transformers.
A mechanical people.
A shining, sparkling city-world. Full of robotic life in an organic universe.
All good things come to an end.
We all know the stories.
Autobots and Decepticons.
World's burning in their wake.
Soon, Cybertron was destroyed in their war, and they had to leave their home.
Earth.
The planet was unlucky enough to be caught in the midst.
The Cybertronians landed, and had their wars.
Lives were lost.
Eventually, the Great War ended.
The Transformers left, returning to their homeworld to rebuild.
Earth was shown to the greater universe.
Aliens of all sorts made ther way there.
Earth went intergalactic.
The Economy boomed.
Humans were healthy.
Culture intertwined and flourished.
Technological advancement was on the rise.
Cybertron was left to itself, forgotten to history.
Thousands of years pass.
Humans are not what they once were.
Interspecies.
Robotic advancements on their bodies.
It was beautiful and diverse.
A shining culture.
Millions of years pass.
Old Earth is forgotten.
This new world goes unnamed.
Where there was once green.
Now lies shining cities.
The denizens are fine with that.
The planet had grown exponentially.
The people have advanced the organic out of themselves.
A mechanical people.
Two scientists.
After much research, they have made a breakthrough in teleportation technology.
They initiate the experimental device.
Something goes wrong.
The planet, and everyone on it.
Disappear.
And show up sixteen plus million years in the past.
At first, people are afraid.
A fresh, young universe.
Then people think.
Maybe this is a new start.
There is an unexplored universe out there now.
They decide.
Maybe it's time we make ourselves known.
Maybe we need to label ourselves, to show this young universe what we are.
And what we can offer.
The people discuss.
And make a decision.
They would start anew.
They chose a name for their planet.
They chose….
Cybertron.