"It's almost complete," played back the voice on the microcassette tape. "Just a day or two more and we'll have the most advanced database Cybertron's ever seen! Come down to the lab tomorrow, I'll show ya." The tape clicked, ending the overheard conversation.

"This will be too easy!" shrieked Starscream with a grin. "In a few days, we break into that lab and steal it!"

"You're an idiot, Starscream," hissed Megatron. "By then it'll be able to defend itself."

"Are you saying you're too weak to capture it? Perhaps someone stronger should! Someone who's a born leader!"

"If you're such a great leader, why aren't you leading anything?" retorted Megatron, silencing his second in command.

"That's what I thought. Now, there's no time to waste!"

The lab was heavily guarded by bots of all sorts, but none of the ones outside could put up much of a fight. Crashing through one door after another, it took little time to get through the small building.

"M-Megatron?!" squawked a last frightened bot, back pressed against a huge steel door.

"Step aside, foolish Autobot," growled the Decepticon leader, transforming.

"I-I'm not letting you get the project! It isn't even complete!" the bot whimpered, his optics widening as he and the door behind him were blasted apart.

The room inside was littered from debris from the explosion, but inside laid a large, metal box marked "Database Project." It was nearly impossible to read the words, as the explosion had taken out some of the lights, not to mention the room was incredibly dusty.

"Take it and leave! There's nothing else left in this scrap heap!" cried Starscream.

After returning to the Earth base, the immediate task was obvious: pry open the box and assemble the bot. The container was very heavy, with a series of locks on each side of it. After tedious hours of careful removal, the impatient Decepticons were ready to assemble it.

"It's scrawny!" screeched Starscream, horrified. Even the nearly silent Soundwave agreed.

"Because 'it's' a femme, idiot!"

"Even so, she's quite small…"

She did not take much time to put together. A human influence was unmistakable- she appeared to have headgear resembling a human hairstyle; a skirt-like design had also been implemented. A computer screen was built into her petite torso, and only two small weapons were visible- a tiny cannon on each forearm. Strangely, the Autobot insignia had not been stamped into her frame, fortunately. After some button-pressing, she was brought online for the first time.

"W-Where am I?" asked a small, sugary voice. Her green optics glowed brightly as she examined the room.

"The Decepticon Earth base," smirked the leader. "State your name." She paused, thinking about the question as if it were very difficult.

"Excellent choice, mighty Megatron! Sounds very intelligent. Now if I were in charge…"

The femme lowered her head, embarrassed.

"D-Da… Ta." She spoke, looking up cautiously. "But… Why am I here? I was programmed to be an Autobot."

"The Autobots are fools! They kidnapped you and changed your programming."

"They're so pathetic that they can't even design anything for themselves, so they take from us!"

"Decepticons: Superior. Autobots: Inferior."

Data nodded, the screen on her chest indicating that she was updating her memory. She stood, sighing and transforming into a large computer screen, which scrolled through a long list of topics she had information on. Most of it was based on Autobot culture, planets, and science. She pulled up the article she had composed on Decepticons, which had only two contrasting sentences parallel to each other in the middle of the screen:

"The Decepticons are evil."

"The Decepticons are right."

She was displeased that she could not determine which was correct, as she had been told both.

"I… I will require more information," she stammered.

"This can be arranged," Megatron assured. "Soundwave, check your memory for useful information. Starscream, scale the area for Autobot activity!" he looked over at Data, who had transformed back. "Come with me." He led his new underling into the room containing the Decepticons' own database. A cable was shoved toward her, and reluctantly she plugged it into the port in her side, grimacing. The screen of the large computer built into the wall read "Export file to source." Data stood beside it, shuddering.

With a gasp from the short femme, the knowledge began transferring between the two sources. Data's legs began to quiver, and she soon found herself sitting dazed on the floor, gasping. When it was over, she looked up to see her new leader standing above her, a sadistic grin plastered across his silver face.

"This causes you pain?"

"Well… I-I wouldn't call it pain, but it's just very overwhelming, you see… I'd forgotten about that."

Megatron smirked.

"That was only the first file…" Just then, Starscream burst into the room.

"So sorry to interrupt, but I thought you might like to know… The Autobots aren't too far from here, so… we might want to… get rid of them."