Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers…
Light
Gears looked into his cube of energon, swirling the contents, since it was half empty. He still had a several more breems before he should head off to his shift. "Wreckgar, did you ever stop to think that all of your optimism is all for not?"
Wreckgar, who had randomly sat down next to Gears with his own cube of energon a few breems beforehand, smiled, having admired Gear's cube that was still half full. "Wow, you're pretty! Do you want this light bulb? I like putting it over my head when I have an idea!" Wreckgar presented Gears with the item he had found one day and refused to part with ever since. It had become his good luck charm.
"It's dead. We're all going to be dead too someday." Gears paused, taking a sip of energon. "Besides, when it was functional, it wasted too much energy."
Wreckgar lifted the light bulb above his head to prove his point, "See? It still works this way! It doesn't need energy!"
"What's the point of having a light bulb that doesn't work? If it doesn't produce light, it's useless to those around it."
"It has found a new purpose in life. Nothing's useless."
Gears watched Wreckgar, slightly disturbed at how easily he had the other mech's undivided attention. "Why are you so optimistic? Nothing good will come of it."
Wreckgar beamed, "You're really, really pretty!
Gears twitched ever so slightly. His internal alarm beeped, reminding him of his shift. He quickly gulped down his energon before excusing himself from the table and thus, Wreckgar. As he scurried out the door, he realized that Wreckgar, who had nothing better to do, was following him like a lost puppy, light bulb in hand.
