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Summary: Drabble. The Autobot and the human have a deep and meaningful conversation.
Chapter rating: K
Randomverse
Fourth
It was a quiet day at the Autobot base, and the human and the Autobot were in the recreation room, the human with a cup of coffee and the Autobot with a cube of energon. They cherished these rare times of serenity, times where they could just simply have deep and meaningful conversations, discussing strange phenomenon that were, as of the moment, beyond their ken.
"Where does it go?" the human asked.
The Autobot looked down at his companion. "Where does what go?"
"All your mass. You know, when you guys transform? I mean, Skyfire is big, but on two legs he doesn't look big enough to shuttle several 'bots around. And twenty foot-tall Soundwave shrinking into a boom box? Megatron doing the opposite of one-size-fits-all with his gunformer routine? Optimus' freakishly large trailer just disappearing?! I mean, to put it simply, your stuff just vanishes, and then comes back again! Where does it all come from? Where does it all go?"
The Autobot looked off into the distance, and then took a sip of energon. His optics clouded in thought. He nodded after a pause, as if enlightened, and answered in a solemn voice, "Somewhere that is not here."
