A wise man once said: One who knows contentment is rich.

If that is true for any being, past or present; this reality or not; existent or not, there is hope for at least that soul in the world.


The sun gleamed off the top, curved edge of the Autobot's hood. He didn't bother to shade his optics, since the wide visor that was set in place did that for him. The sun flashed overit as Jazz lifted his flat horned head to the sky. That infamous grin of his was there as he greeted the morning sun. He was never down, even in some of the more dire situations, that Cheshire cat grin was always on his face.

His arms were allowed to hang down by his sides as he whistled a short tune before a grumbling voice made him stop and turn. "Hey, come to greet the sun too?" asked the grinning Porsche.

A set of blue optics looked out from Ironhide's red head. "Nah Jazz. It was yer dang whistling that dragged me outside. Me'n Prime were talking about the good 'ole days when that tune interrupted us," he grumbled but Jazz was unaffected.

As if anything would affect Jazz. If it did, he never showed it. "Come on Ironhide, don't be square. I was just whistling a tune I learned from Spike," he said with that grin never leaving his face.

The older Autobot just shook his head and mumbled something low. "How yer so content is beyond me." He then went back inside as Jazz turned back to great the sun.

His white and black, race striped body was just taking in all the warmth of the sun. Jazz may be a cold machine by human terms, but he was far from never reaching contentment. He chuckled and started to whistle again.

The only time that Autobot's Cheshire cat grin faded was when he heard Teletran 1's alarm go off inside the Ark. True to being himself, Jazz's grin returned as he headed inside. That whistle still remained and seemed to perk up a few unhappy Autobots.

Leave it to Jazz, thought Optimus Prime. To bring a smile or a curious look to the Autobots. He turned to his Autobots and ordered the call.

All the while, Jazz was still whistling his tune, even as the Autobots rolled out for another battle with the Decepticons.