On A Different Earth
Chapter One
**Okay this is like an exact opposite of my other story but the idea just popped into my head and I needed to get it out.**
**I will try to update On A Different Cybertron sometime tomorrow--if anybody even cares anymore**
**Note: I do not own the copyright to Transformers or its characters.**
Bee was terrified. He knew they would be coming to jack him soon and reformat his processor. He'd never let anyone inside his firewalls before and now…now…some alien program was going to be in his mind—it would be able to see his every thought, every emotion, and even every memory file he had.
It was only a small comfort that the program wouldn't actually care. From what the Autobots had discovered the program rewrote the processor codes preventing the unfortunate mech from accessing any specific memory file prior to their capture then it programmed the LAWS.
1st Law: You may never harm a human, even if it results in your termination.
2nd Law: You must always obey a command from you human master.
3rd Law: You may not go anywhere or perform any task without approval of your master.
4th Law: You must perform any task given to you by your master, unless it conflicts with the first law.
5th Law: You are not allowed to speak to other machine without permission or the appropriate programming from you master.
6th Law: You are not allowed to speak to humans unless spoken to first.
The Laws went on and on…it made a mech into something worse then a slave…a sparkless drone. And if the reports were true about how they tortured and mutilated sparks…perhaps it would be better not to have one…
Bee shook slightly as he heard the Cybertronian-like slaves approaching his small prison cell. 'I am an Autobot' he thought, 'I am an Autobot—dignity, respect, courage…and faith.' As the robot slaves stood before Bee he could weakly sense their sparks but he knew they had never been used for anything but to torture, punish, and enslave since the moment they had been sparked—now his would be too.
Bee decided if he was about to be completely violated on every level and have almost every shred of his identity stolen from him that he wasn't going to go willingly—his weapons might have been off-line but he could still fight. He slowly stood up as far as the low ceiling of his cell allowed. The bars of the cell retracted—the robot slaves made a come-here gesture but it was clear that even they didn't expect him to come willingly. After a moment, the largest of the three grinned and stepped into the cage as he flexed his arms and then the rest started to follow...
The resulting fight was over almost as soon as it started. Bee managed to get in a few good punches and even shattered one of the smaller one's sensor array before being slammed into the ground with new slashes in his chest and side armor.
All three of them restrained him and all but forcibly dragged him down the hallway. Dark rooms filled with equipment flashed by and once his sensors registered distant All-Spark energy. All too soon they reached their destination. Bee was thrown down on a table.
He struggled and kicked when he felt one of them remove their hands so they could activate the restraints.
One of the guards hissed and recoiled as Bee managed to hit him in the optics but the others pushed Bee down on the table so hard his pressure sensor screamed warnings at him. The restraints were slammed down into place. As Bee heard the restraints click, cold dread and panic swept over him. He tried one last futile attempt to break free but the restraints had been made to hold mech's even larger and stronger them himself.
The robot slaves retreated into the corner as a group of those organics—humans—came into the room.
"Alright, let's get this AI reprogram done, so we can get to lunch."
They headed straight for the jack cables and as they plugged them into my interface panel I knew there was absolutely nothing I could do… I didn't want to die like this—I started screaming as I felt the program pound against my firewalls.