A small voice crying and shouting filled Amy's hearing as if it came from far off. She gasped, and sat up quickly. She lay in the field of flowers she recognized as her connection to Vector Sigma. The crying was still far off, but the voice screaming was unmistakeable.
"Where are you? Bebop!" Amy shouted.
A second then a third, and more voices still all joined. Crying, screaming, wailing for something. Amy covered her ears, unable to stand the heart-wrenching sounds.
Mommeeeee! His little voice screamed.
Amy looked up, tears falling from her eyes. "Don't cry, baby boy." She whispered then louder shouted. "Don't cry, Bebop! Please! Please stop crying!"
I'm sorry, but they can't hear you, said a voice all around Amy. They aren't your family.
Amy sat back, relief and sorrow filling her. "Who are you?" She asked cautiously, knowing what happened last time she trusted a voice in her head.
We are The Matrix of Leadership.
Amy snorted as she stood. The screaming voices continued, and the human girl did her best to block them out. "Right. I'll believe that when I see it."
Before Amy, a bright blue light appeared, housed in a curved cage of sorts. It floated in front of her above six shadows on the ground.
Amy gasped, and turned to look behind her, but there was nothing. She turned back to the Matrix, and the shadows that still remained. "Okay," She sniffed, her tears claming. "That's really weird."
We have waited a long time for you to come to us. We are the Primes, and you are our most precious descendant.
Amy raised an eyebrow. "In case you didn't know. I was human not too long ago."
There is much to discuss, Amy, and so little time to discuss it in. You deserve all the answers you seek, and thus you will get them.
Amy didn't know what to think about that. Answers? All of the answers? Why was the chip in her head? Why had she been transformed into an Autobot? Why did she have these powers? What about Unicron? And Twilight.
Yes. With time, you will know the answers to these questions and more.
"Tell me something, please." She begged. "How did that chip get in my head?"
That is the longest story of all, but as you wish, we shall tell you.
Just like that, Amy was transported to a room with the six primes all standing around a small figure on a table. Amy gasped. She covered her mouth, worried they had heard her. What would they do to her if they knew she was here?
Be at peace. They can not hear or see you.
Amy reached out hesitantly to the figure nearest her, and her hand passed through it. These are memories of the past. Memories we want to share with you, memories you deserve to have.
Then Amy was looking down on the table where a robot about the size of a human infant lay. Inside its chest was a spark, and in its head was the little blue chip that had caused Amy so much trouble.
Our greatest legacy. Our greatest secret. We built you to protect humanity from the evils of the universe.
The Primes set the protoform baby into a metal pod. Amy witnessed them firing it off into space.
Our daughter traveled the stars until she found a planet she could call home.
"Let me guess. Little robot baby travels the universe, and then crash lands on Earth where she's adopted by farmers, and later becomes Superman - I mean, me." She muttered sarcastically.
If only you had landed with such subtlety. The people of the planet were not so understanding. Your pod attracted the attention of greedy government from around the world. They flocked to your crash site, but the first to reach it was Japan.
Amy perked up. "Not what I thought you were going to say. Japan, really?"
Yes. The lesser of many evils.
Vehicles with the Japanese red dot painted on the doors surrounded the smoking crater. Soldiers lined the crater's edge as four people in hazmat suits ventured into the crater. One of the people touched the pod, and it opened revealing the robot infant curled up in a fetal position. Then the same person reached out to touch the robot. Another hazmat person tried to stop them, but they were shaken off. The hand touched the little robot, and it flared with light for a moment then suddenly it was flesh and blood - at least to the naked eye. The hazmat person who had touched the infant robot removed their hazmat hood, and looked down at the baby.
Amy's eyes grew wide, and started crying again. "Mom?"
This human was unafraid. She took you back to their base, and cared for you as her own.
"Did they do experiments on me?" Amy asked tentatively, not sure she really wanted to know.
No, but they placed our daughter in this woman's care. She raised you as her own until one day something unforeseeable happened.
"Trigger, wasn't it? The Autobots created Twilight, destroyed her, and sent her optic out into space." She frowned. "Why her optic?"
Not Twilight's optic, her innocence.
Amy raised an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon? Twilight and innocence don't exactly go hand-in-hand."
In the beginning, two sparks were created, each born from the other. Your spark was everything we had hoped for. Pure, and peaceful, and willing to protect, while the other was treacherous, and greedy, wanting nothing but to destroy.
"Twilight." Amy felt a sense of understanding flooding her. "That's why she could contact me. That's why I can use Vector Sigma's power." She gulped. "I am Vector Sigma, and a Prime."
Yes, daughter.
Amy shook her head slowly, and tried to sit down, but couldn't. "Trigger - it wasn't all Trigger's fault was it? Starscream killed my mother to find me...didn't he?"
Yes, daughter.
"No." Amy sniffed. "I don't like it to all make sense." She started to sob.
When you absorbed the human's DNA, your Cybertronian life was suppressed. Only when Tarantulus recognized you for you really are did your powers emerge.
"Bastard made me lose my locket." Amy muttered, purposely changing the subject.
Then a sparkling silver necklace appeared in front of Amy. The heart hung open so she could see the empty interior.
Your life is now anew. The loss of your human family is tragic, and will not go unpunished, but now daughter you must fulfill your purpose. Protect the people of every world from the half your spark that would destroy.
Amy gasped. "Twilight. Here?" She looked up and around. "Hey, answer me!"

"Answer me!" Amy exclaimed. She sat straight up from the station she had been lying on. Slowly, her surroundings came back to her, but was this finally real? She looked up to the ceiling, and at the walls to the blinking lights and glowing screens of the consoles. It reminded her of Ratchet's medbay back home. She sighed with relief. At least she was alive.
"Reest Boomheed!" Came a small gargling voice. "Reest! Nuuu!"
A door to Amy's left opened, and a mech with a teal and white chest, grey upper legs and arms, and the same teal and white on his lower legs and forearms walked out backwards. "I'll bloody rest when I have the time."
A wrench flew past the mech's head. The wrench missed Amy, but so distracted was she, she didn't even flinch.
"Oh bugger it. Doctor, you almost hit the girl! Stop throwing tools before you bloody hurt someone!" He shouted into the room.
The Doctor hissed something that made shockwave shake his head. Slowly the mech turned to Amy. "Sorry about him." He reached out, and touched Amy's hands. His hand was twice the size of Amy's, and was black with gray fingertips making it look like he was wearing black fingerless gloves.
Amy looked at her hands, back to their previous red-orange color, but she didn't care about that. She thought about the Matrix, and the Primes, and started to wish this was all a dream she could wake up from.
"Feeling better, love?"
Amy stared at the floor, unable to believe what she had just seen in her mind. Slowly she looked up, and met his gaze.
"Oh." Shockwave started. "Alright then?"
Amy tried not to cry as she said the only thing on her mind. "I'm a Prime."