Deus Machina

Disclaimer: Welcome one and all to my newest Transformers creation. I have been inspired to write this after watching the older Planet of the Apes films as well as Dark of the Moon. I often wondered what would happen if the Decepticons had succeeded in bringing Cybertron to Earth and enslaved the entire human race. This is an AU fic; I own nothing Hasbro or Bay related.

I do hope you read and review.

"Live this day as if it will be your last. Remember that you will only find ''tomorrow'' on the calendars of fools. Forget yesterday's defeats and ignore the problems of tomorrow. This is it. Doomsday. All you have. Make it the best day of your year. The saddest words you can ever utter are, ''If I had my life to live over again. ''Take the baton, now. Run with it! This is your day! Beginning today, treat everyone you meet, friend or foe, loved one or stranger, as if they were going to be dead at midnight. Extend to each person, no matter how trivial the contact, all the care and kindness and understanding and love that you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again."

-Og Mandino

"When we abolish the slavery of half of humanity, together with the whole system of hypocrisy it implies, then the "division" of humanity will reveal its genuine significance and the human couple will find its true form."

-Simone de Beauvoir

By: VampireQueenAkasha

"Optimus... all I ever wanted was the survival of our race ... "

- Sentinel Prime, DoTM

Prologue

It was over.

Despite how much we had put in to it, it was over.

Optimus was gone and so was the Earth and with it, humankind. I thought I could stop it. I thought that he was capable of being more than just a messenger, but I was wrong. I was so very wrong. I saw their world die that day. I saw it crumble to pieces.

It was never meant to be like this.

Optimus was gone. I watched Sentinel stick his sword right through his chest with one final blow. Megatron sat by and just laughed at the sight of Optimus bleeding his life away and his spark going dark. Sentinel said nothing after that. He just stood quietly over Optimus' corpse.

For a moment, I could almost see the regret there in his eyes. The shame and the pity for what he felt was necessary to win this ancient war. Then, it was gone and only the darkness remained. The darkness that had taken hold and corrupted the one we once thought of as our teacher. Then, he addressed the Decepticon troops and told them to prepare for the New Age, the dawn of Cybertron's rebirth. I should have been happy to see my home again, but all I felt was despair.

The mass exodus of the human race took a few long months to complete. Some tried to hide underground to avoid being taken away; it didn't matter. They were eventually found and taken. Some were separated in the chaos and many died trying to fight back. It was a blood bath. I literally saw rivers and streams fill with the blood of the dead and the wounded. No one was safe from them. Not a single person alive.

When we eventually arrived at Cybertron, we stepped into darkness; cold and unwelcoming darkness of the past. I remembered this world from the past when it had been filled with life. It brought tears to my eyes when I remembered that younglings once walked these streets, when brother had never slaughtered brother for power. When we spoke of peace, of happiness and even so, the glory of our race. But those days seem like a long - forgotten, childish memory now.

It hurt me to think that Sentinel had planned this from the start; that he had crouched, conspired and plotted with Megatron for the inevitable day of our downfall. A Prime had become so corrupted by his own hatred, his own pride and arrogance that he no longer stood as the protector, the guardian that we had once loved. No, that Cybertronian was gone. Who stood before us was a stranger. I didn't know him any longer.

The humans were separated according to strength, skill and ability. Their past lives no longer mattered and they were often mocked because of their feeble attempt to stay attached to them. They had become lifeless, meaningless shells to him who did nothing but work to rebuild Cybertron - the very planet that had been felled by our own hands. They suffered day after day because of our sins. All I could do was watch. I was a slave as well; a slave for my beliefs. A slave for choosing the side of humankind.

Earth had fallen as well. The oceans had dried up and became a dead, empty sea; the lands had become dry and with it, all life. Earth once sung a beautiful song from space, now it is a silent dead neighbor of Cybertron. When I look up into the sky, I am reminded every waking hour of our failures.

Sentinel gave a speech that same day. He told us all that we would rebuild our world where there would be no room for the humans except to serve us. We must put away our hatred for one another and our weapons and that we should cast out the past that had separated us. For in this new world order, we would be united.

Cybertron has witnessed the rebirth. But at what cost?