I died.

I know that is really short and very harsh and really not a way to start a conversation or even a letter, but it is the truth, nonetheless.

And I have to say, my death wasn't even really that interesting. Kind of boring really, and kind of really a damsel in distress scenario and I am really not proud of it.

You see, there was a sudden flood in the area I am... was living in. It came out of nowhere so nobody had enough time to get away or to prepare themselves. At the time the flood reached my hometown, I was down in the cellar, preparing my clothes for the washer. The metal door was behind me and my concentration was solely on the washing machine.

I am so dumb sometimes but you earn from failure. Well, not me in that life anyway, but that isn't really the matter anymore.

The flood came down, not just a trickle but wave after wave. The first wave knocked me down, my head slamming against the machine in front of me. The second wave pushed the door closed. I know that I started screaming and crying as I pushed against the door, but the water on the other side was a weight I couldn't beat on my own.

All it took after that was time. Time for either the water to fill the tiny room with the masses that came from the crack between floor and door. Or time for the oxygen in the air to fade away with every breath I took.

I can't tell you anymore what really killed me, but I still know that it took some time.

And then everything went dark, when the lights fizzled out. Not long after, I wasn't anymore. And my last conscious thought was, that my clothes were still unwashed and dirty…

So how can I be writing this? I mean, normally dead people aren't really in a position to write something if you were not a freaking science project or you gave your brain to an Institute of Science for further testing and then ended as a brain in a jar that would send electric impulses to a hooked up pc to type some shit about dying.

No, I am not a brain in a jar, I am not some fucking test subject for some braindead scientists.

I am the answer to nearly all religious hopes. I got reborn. Sorry to all that feel insulted now but I can't really do something about it anymore, would be a bit late, right?

Yes, yes I know. That is most unlikely and you are right now shaking your heads and proclaiming me as insane, and I really can't say anything against it! For quite some time I thought I was insane, lost my marbles, shot my brain out, went on a never ending trip and bonkers too. Please feel free to add any more words describing insanity or madness, I don't want to linger on this topic longer than I really have to. Was fucking scary as I learned that this wasn't just a dream but my new reality. And it only took me a few years at best!

And now think about not being reborn as a human female, as I was before. Or not even being reborn as a female. Would have been nice, always wanted to know what was the difference between boys and girls. But no. Nope. Nothing the like.

I didn't rank high enough in the highscore list of life to get reborn as a human either. I not even got reborn in the same Universe as before. Tricky thing that.

Nope, I got reborn as a ball of wires, tubes and stabilisators. Plating for armor and space for other things came later in my new life. Now you see why I thought that I was dreaming? NOBODY expects to get reborn after death and to get reborn as a fragging sparkling in a Universe you just read about and saw a few movies and cartoons about?!

Yeah, you read right. I got shoved into the cruel world of Transformers, as a teeny tiny sparkling. At least my luck went as far as to get born in a time of peace and quiet, in a caste where I was mostly happy and in a place where my caste didn't really matter as long as I helped my family-unit and stayed alive between lots of older and younger sparklings.

I think it would be best to explain some things to you, before my story goes on. Prepare yourselves for quite a bit of information, personal and not so personal things.

My family-unit was huge, but that was to be expected. I had indeed a birth-carrier but the unit consisted of more than just my birth-family. My Carrier, a femme, had four siblings, who all had sparkling of their own. My grand-carrier and grand-sire stayed with us. All sparklings were my brothers and sisters in spark, so we didn't differentiate. All of them decided to live a mostly nomad lifestyle around areas with mercury seas. On the ways other 'bots would decide to become part of our family, and so the unit gained aunts and uncles, new brothers and sisters, lovers and friendly rivals.

We were mercury farmers. Zeta caste.

A hard and taxing function if I ever saw one. And I was part of it.

Maybe you are confused about the caste system, but there was a harsh one on Cybertron at the time I onlined. It was built like a pyramid, the further you are down in the system, the more of you are there. Regardless if you were born with different useful coding's that would be of much better use in a different caste, you got stuck into the caste your carrier was in. Your Sire didn't matter in that facts. For example, I didn't even know who my Sire was, I was an 'Oops'-sparkling as far as my Carrier was concerned, like most of my Sisters and Brothers. Sparkmates were few and far in between and didn't matter, either, because a carrier was only allowed to mate with a Sire from the same caste. Not that the Carriers from my family-unit really cared about that. I really don't think that my Carrier mated with a low-level Sire for any of us.

Back to the matter of the caste system.

Alphas, the highest caste, consisted of nobles. Mechs and Femmes that hadn't worked for their credits and high-level goods one cycle of their existence.

Betas were politicians and leaders of guilds and factions. Priests got shoved into that caste, too. (Zealots the lot of them! And not even sexy as the Zealot I knew from my other life before death, even if he came from an anime I used to watch.)

The Gamma caste consisted of medics, engineers and every other science or knowledge oriented function you can think of.

Police force, enforcers and investigators ranked up in the Delta caste. Far too low if you ask me.

Epsilons were merchants and data clerks or worked in some amusement centers. Local Disco's and music shops belonged to that, right beside barkeepers that flavored energon.

Last came the Zeta caste, the miners and workers. For construction for energon farming, for hauling large and heavy objects from one point of Cybertron to another. Pleasure bots, slave bots and gladiators belonged to that caste, too. You can say, all the vermin that the Nobles never thought about, were stuck in that caste.

And then there were the Unspeakables. Bots without function, or terminally ill and without the credits for a cure, exiled bots, thieves and murderers belonged to that caste.

For every Alpha that onlined, there were two Betas, four Gammas, eight Deltas, sixteen Epsilons and thirty-two Zetas. And so many Unspeakables that I really don't want to count them. It was a really harsh reality.

Fact is, you can't change your caste. You have to work, live and offline in the same caste.

Life as a human was easier in some ways, but infinitely harder in others. You can talk to everyone, achieve things far beyond expectations, marry out of love and get children because you want them.

Here on Cybertron, you worked in your caste, can only talk to higher caste 'bots with permission, you get inscribed into the mating program as soon as you are of age (all castes from Delta down, other castes are allowed to seek out their own mates).

Sometimes I really can't wait for the war to come, as hard as it sounds. I will most likely loose parts of my family, lots of my friends and so many others will die because of it. But live will become more bearable and in most realities Cybertron will get peace again and the offlined sparks will be reborn again. Am I a bad person for wishing that? I don't even know in what Universe I got reborn in, so all my plans and wishes for my personal future would have to be put on hold, at least until I knew for sure where and in which Universe I landed my aft in.

I am already reborn, so did that mean that my spark, my new heart and soul, would not get reborn again?

Back again to another topic I mentioned before-servo.

Maybe you remember that I said, that there are Carriers and Sires?

Well, shocking news to anybody out there: Yes, there are femmes and mechs and yes, femmes are always Carriers, but there are mechs, that can be Carriers too. Mind you, the percentage for that is fragging small, but it is a possibility. So it is possible for two mechs to create a newspark or getting sparked up. And yes, that means a mech can get pregnant. In 100 mechs, there are 2 Carrier coded mechs. The probability to find one is next to none and many mechs are hoping for a sparkmate in their own caste, that has a Carrier coding.

The problem with that is, that the coding is relatively well hidden and will first present itself after the transition from youngling into adulthood. Before that, mechs are literally all the same, the coding differentiates after the transition and even then you will have to seek out a good medic and pay a hefty sum of credits to get your coding checked.

Most of the time all castes below Gamma didn't had the credits to get their coding checked out. This was also one of the reasons that some glitched coding survived in the lower castes. I lost two 'brothers', twins, to a glitched coding accident, in which their sentinel-coding onlined while they were in a small town at the outskirts of Primahex. They were shot down mercilessly after trying to protect a Data-Clerk from some unwanted advancements from an Alpha.

That is what I heard from my Carrier at least.

Another important matter that pertains coding is, that there is a recessive and a dominant string of coding. It's the same with humans, just not CNA but Codes. The problem is, that some codes are more dominant than others, but still not recessive. Or the codes were the same level of dominance or the same level of recessive, which lead to partly mixing.

For example, the long and sleek Praxian Wings are a recessive part of the code, while the spikier shoulder plates from Kaon are a dominant trait. More dominant than the 'Kaon Shoulders' were 'Iacon Shoulders' which were still bulky, but more rounded and more attractive to look at. The whole concept was very, very confusing if you ask me.

The interesting part is, that the more mixed the coding gets, the more recessive traits show up, because the Sire or the Carrier haven't coding for the same things. Not all mechs or femmes have a string of code for doorwings, or the coding for the high heeled pedes the Vosnians mainly had, if you catch what I want to say.

So if a Carrier and a Sire mated and had entirely different code-sets, some of the sets vanished and got saved as a backup or the sets mixed. Or one code overwrote the other, recessive, set. Sometimes while the codes mixed up, there would be changes in the code which will not cause glitches but lead to some fragging awesome or even creepy new set of code.

That is one of the reasons the council forbid the mating between castes, they wanted their codes to be as pure as possible, so that old traits would not be lost. I will not go into the problem of inbreeding. The codes got more similar by each mating, eradicating most recessive traits in less than ten generations, which derogated the coding further.

It was a science for itself, but very interesting.

I think you can imagine what my family-unit was like. Forced to mate again once the last youngling was on its two Pedes and could be away for some time from its Carrier and to never get the same Sire twice in the mating program caused several different coding's in the younglings. If one of us looked like the other, it would be an accident, or because some of Carriers coding's were more dominant than Sires.

We were a very mixed bunch of mechs and femmes, we even had some real rare codes in our midst. I think every one of us got at least one rare string of code from Carrier, but we can't really check because all our spare Credits are for spare parts and emergencies. Luxuries were a no go in our unit and everybot paid some of his or her salary into a fund for these emergencies.

Maybe I should really start at the beginning, I mean the second one. And I will tell you my story. Mind you, it will be a bit long and sometimes exhausting, but it is the story of my second life, my experiences and hopes.

So, here we go.

Yes, yes I know.

I shouldn't be writing something like this when i have a few stories still on the go.

But at the moment i need a few different things to keep me on track of everything. Personal life wasn't nice to me the last few months, so i am very sorry that my uploads are sporadic at best, but i will give it my best to get on track again.

I am so very sorry...

But my other stories are not abandoned!

I will work on them.

I just love the stories and my OC's, even if they would probably hate me if they were real..

Hope to read from you^^

Your Choki