Why is it so cold in here? I have no sense of anything. Its like, I'm a wandering soul. Deprived of everything and everyone I cared about. How could this of happened to me?
Oh it's cold. I want to sleep, but how can I? I need, no, I want to see where I am. Nobody should be like this.
Wait, nobody? Does that mean, even, the Decepticons shouldn't be wandering souls? Should it be just the Autobots then?
Hmm, we did come from the same place. Our paths are different, but we are all really the same. Bodies, minds, interests, hopes, dreams, and everything else is different. Yet our sparks all came from the same source.
Happiness, love, hatred, anger, are all emotions for humans. Why should we share them?
Why do we even exist? What was our purpose? No, what is our purpose in life?
Destroy the Decepticons? They are only the same as us. We are all Transformers the same. Purposes are different and it goes for the humans as well.
What we were made to do can change. Either it be warrior, scientist, engineer, or even just a factory worker, we can change what we do. A warrior can become a scientist and vise versa.
The main question will always be why. Yes, why.
I understand one why question know. Why am I deprived of my senses?
Hmm, I just remembered.
Yes, I know. Time to wake up and face the world with a new face.
Wake up,
Optimus Prime.
Optimus' blue optics lit up as he sat up in his chair. "Hmm," he pondered as that broke the silence of the room.
Slowly, he got up and left his office. As he headed to the command room, a Minicon signal started up. He smiled behind his face plate. Time to get to work. There will be other chances to think. Yes, other chances.