The reason this fic is getting an M-rating is because it will talk about dark topics (Not as dark as my fic Two Worlds One Spark... I hope) there will be abuse of many kinds, depression, torture, and various other things. The first few chapters won't have much if any at all, but I promise I will make a warning at the beginning of each chapter that does contain a topic that may need a warning. Also this WILL have romance, but not until MUCH later. I hope you guys all enjoy this. I am working on TWOS still, I promise I will finish that fic.

Primes (In order of receiving Matrix) :

Prima

Primon

Onyx

Vector

Megatronus

Solus

Alchemist

Amalgamous

Quintus

Micronus

Nexus

Sentinel

Alpha

Time Units (Found on Tf wiki):

Astro-second: .498 seconds

Breem: 8.3 minutes

Cycle: 1.25 hours

Deca-cycle: ~3 weeks

Groon: ~1 hour

Klik: 1.2 minutes

Meta-cycle: 13 months

Orbital cycle: ~1 month

Solar cycle/lunar cycle: 1 day/1 night

Stellar cycle:~7.5 months

Deci-vorn: 8.3 years

Vorn: 83 years


Ch. 1

"This entire batch just came off the delivery truck this morning. Polyhexian models have been recently popular these last few meta-cycles; had to restock three times this last orn. All of them are installed with modifiers to help with any task you need. Got one myself, perks of being a distributor, cute little thing. Certainly, helps keep the mate distracted when I'm away." The salesmech was so thrilled to have a Prime in his store and knew he could get a decent amount of credits from him if he suckered him into buying a droid.

The Prime was a large silver mech with engravings decorating his limbs, his left servo gave off a bright blue glow while his right servo was glowing a deep orange-red. He wasn't interested in what the puny mech was saying, he was more interested to learn from the droid itself on how they came to be. They were watching the main AI droid distributor, Artificial Life, and caught wind that the founder was capturing homeless bots and turning them into mindless drones. "What is the difference between a drone and one of these droids?"

"Ah, I get that question a lot. Well, a drone has no vocal box, interface equipment, or the mental capacity to adapt to your needs. Droids are AI that we place inside frames that can be removed if need be." The small emerald green mech explained before they stopped in front of a box that instantly caught the Prime's attention. Inside the box was a small silver Polyhexian mech that had his servos tied to the back of the box and his helm was pinned to the box as well. He looked like a doll he had seen in stores for younglings that would be all tied in Hope's to appeal to the youth. The shop owner saw that his customer found a droid he seemed to like and pulled it off the rack. "Would you like me to take it out of the box? It looks like to be the AA1 model; I was told the AA models were built with harmonics and were designed for entertainment as well as anything else asked of it. This particular one seems to have the chameleon mod, not sure what that one does. Would you like a demonstration?"

The silver Prime shook his helm, "that won't be necessary. Take him out, I will take him home."

The salesmech looked a bit shaken by the sudden declaration, but when he saw the staring optics gazing at him, he quickly scanned the barcode on the back of the box. "That will be fifty shanix."

"Fifty shanix? Primus, okay fine here." The mech gave the mecha-weasel his creds before the box was opened up and he pulled the restraints off. The shopkeeper opened the silver droid's chest plate and pushed a card into a slot where a spark would be at. It took only a few moments before the sight of amber optics onlined and blinked a few times to focus on the Prime and the shopkeeper. The droid stared at them silently, knowing to not speak unless spoken to or given permission to speak. "Hello, what is your name?"

"AI do not have names master." The droid answered honestly as he maintained optic contact with the mech.

The Prime was uncomfortable with being called such a title. "Please, it is Alchemist Prime, not master. And as long as you will be my assistant, I wish you call you something besides AI or droid."

The AI adjusted its systems to adapt to its new master. "If that is what you wish. My identification number is Meister-Jzz4."

Alchemist Prime ex-vented when he realized that this creature was blunter in its words and thoughts, so he had to be more straightforward with what he was saying. "I do not care what serial number they gave you. I want to know what you wish to be called."

The droid looked confused by the mech's insistence on it having a name. "I suppose Meister will work. If that is suitable for you, Alchemist Prime."

The Prime needed to get back to his estate and work on teaching the droid the amazing wonders of nicknames. "Meister, alright. Let's return to my estate and we'll get started."

"Was there anything you wish to add to your new droid?" The shopkeeper inquired, hoping to get more from the matrix-bearer.

"I believe the shanix you stole from me is enough. Come on Meister, our shuttle is waiting." The giant mech hinted it was their time to leave. He wanted to get the droid or whatever it was at this point, study it, and then find out if the botnapping rumors held any truth or not. Meister looked at the shopkeeper silently and then held his arm out where a serial bar had been printed on the silver armor piece.

"Transfer the codes to your new master. And you better behave yourself droid, you belong to a very important mech now." Alchemist saw how quick the obnoxiously friendly attitude changed to a tone of anger when the shopkeeper interacted with the droid.

Meister knew it was not a question, therefore didn't bother with answering. The silver droid looked up at its new master and sent a short comlink burst of the master file that every AI had installed in them. Meister watched the bigger silver mech accept the burst and now it meant its entire being belonged to him. The barcode disappeared and the pair quickly left the store.

Parked in front of the building was a large shuttle where a pair of guards waited patiently. Meister wondered if he was supposed to listen to these mechs as well, or if he strictly going to listen to the Prime. Alchemist gently nudged the Polyhexian inside the shuttle before he got in beside him. One guard joined them in the back while the second occupied to drive seat.

"Sir, you know that Primon and Onyx Prime are going to scold you for purchasing an AI. And its optics are so weird. Why are they amber?" The guard leaned in closer to the silver mech and poked it in the face, and the only reaction he got from the droid was a blank stare.

Meister's processor registered the question and had to answer it. "Our optics are amber simply because they are a more insignificant color than red. Making us less than Kaonions that are seen as lesser to Iaconians. We also lack a spark, therefore do not have the CNA strand that produces either of the common optic colors."

Alchemist was baffled that the faux-mech spoke. As he stared at the amber opticed mech a hypothesis formed. "Meister, are you allowed to speak?"

The mech whipped his helm to face his code holder. "I am permitted to speak as much or as little as you deem necessary. However, I am coded to answer any and all questions regarding Artificial Life or anything about my particular systems."

This will be easier than I thought. Alchemist nodded before testing what questions he couldn't ask. "Does Artificial Life botnap mechs?"

Meister's face twisted in confusion at the question, but it went passive again. "Artificial Life does not require Cybertronians to create an AI droid. They go to Vector Sigma to retrieve the shell and a team of engineers and coding experts create the AI. We go through tests with paid technicians to assure we are properly equipped and created to perform our duties. Would you like to hear the list of duties I can perform? Or would you like a review of the master file I had sent to you before we left one of Artificial Life's distribution sites?"

"Meister, you may speak, but please allow yourself to draw in your intakes." Alchemist attempted at joking, but the silver Polyhexian looked perplexed.

"AI are not actual Cybertronians, therefore do not need to draw in air." Meister frowned even further when he reeked his code holder's field and the guard's disappointment. "Did I not answer something correctly Alchemist Prime?"

The guard bellowed in laughter while the Prime shook his helm. "No, but AL clearly didn't put humor in your coding." The red mech across from them teased the Polyhexian.

"Humor? If you wish, I can look into getting humor." Meister offered. Alchemist didn't like that he could not feel a field from the droid. He simply shook his helm and rubbed his helm in thought of how he could disprove that the droids weren't Cybertronians at one time. The shorter mech teeked that his master was upset about something, and he had to fix that. "Alchemist Prime, I apologize for upsetting you. It was not my intent to do that.'

Alchemist Prime shook his helm once again, "you have nothing to apologize for. I simply do not how any creature would be okay with slavery. The shopkeeper spoke about mods, and that you have something called the chameleon mod."

Meister sat up straighter and gestured at the side of the shuttle with a smile. "Do you feel the same for this shuttle or any Artificial intelligence or Virtual Intelligence? AI droids are like AI or VI, except we occupy a shell. I do not see my functioning as enslavement as it means I would have free will and my own thoughts. Every AI is equipped with a mod upon our introduction to our frame. My chameleon mod allows me to change my form to look identical to whoever I copy; down to their voice or the sound they make. However, I have never done a copy of anything beyond cyberwolves or microcassettes. Would you like for me to show you my modification when we arrive at your estate?"

"If you don't mind and then we can get to know each other some more. How do you like your energon? Oh, well I suppose you don't know yet. Perhaps I'll ask for an assortment." Alchemist Prime tapped one of his blue digits on his bearded chin in thought.

The AI droid shook his helm, "we cannot function on energon. When we are in our shells we require only oil. Outside our shells, we do not require any fuel."

"If Alchemist did something you did not like, would you hurt him?" The guard that was driving glanced over his shoulder before refocusing on the road.

"AI are incapable of harming their code holders. I have no reason to not like Alchemist Prime. AI were created to make Cybertronian lives easier." Meister spoke honestly before looking up at Alchemist with a very slight tilt of his helm. "However, if Alchemist Prime believes I am a danger or am malfunctioning in any way, he can initiate code red and my cores will deactivate."

The Prime didn't think that it could be possible that the innocent droid could be that much of a danger to him. "I'll show you where you will be recharging. Backdraft, have premium oil delivered for Meister. If there is anything that you believe that you think the estate or yourself need, make a list and you may go to the shopping district in Iacon. Are you able to have access to funds if I give you the codes to my accounts?"

"If you give them to me then yes. Are there any areas that I am not permitted to go?" Meister questioned before the shuttle pulled into a long stretch of road that led to a large manor that was surrounded by fields with another building in the distance. Alchemist saw how Meister's optics glowed when his optics landed on his property. He turned to look at Alchemist Prime with a bit of a smile. "Your home is very beautiful, Alchemist Prime."

"This will be your home too Meister, and as such you will be able to explore all of the property. I am not home a lot of the time and when I am, I'm doing work. Backdraft and Turbolight will be following me around when I need to go places, but there is other staff here that can answer any questions you have. How far does your comlink work?" The Prime asked and Meister swiped his digits across his neck and a black band fizzled into view.

Meister felt around for something before pressing a button. He swiped his digits across it again and it disappeared from view. "My comlink is standard equipment. There is also a tracker embedded in it." He looked down at his lap silently before looking back at the giant. "May I ask as to why you purchased me? You had asked me if Artificial Life took Cybertronians off the streets and turned them, and you had mentioned experiments."

"That is correct, the Council and I had gotten word that AL was converting the less fortunate of our kind to creators yours. I bought you to see if it was true or not. I'm giving you a chance to experience or re-experience freedom."

"So, I am an experiment? Were there not any duties you would like me to do?" Meister tilted his helm.

"We'll figure something out, but for today and tomorrow I want you to relax and know your way around." Alchemist said to him as if he was talking to a new employee, but he saw how Meister sort of went rigid before relaxing after a few kliks.

The droid looked outside and he saw his reflection. His optics caught his attention. He looked over his shoulder. "Alchemist Prime, would you prefer if my optics were covered? Or changed them to blend in better? I do not wish for your peers to dislike you for owning me."

"Like I said we'll figure it out, but if you wish we can have some visors made for you." Alchemist suggested and Meister looked interested. The shuttle pulled up alongside the wide stairs that led up to the doors. Backdraft opened the door and got out first before Alchemist Prime stepped out, followed by Meister. "Turbolight, after you park the shuttle you can head home. Backdraft did you order that oil?"

"Yes sir, it will take twenty-four groons to deliver. There is standard oil that the kitchen staff uses for the oil cakes in the kitchen of Meister needs it." Backdraft wasn't sure why his boss was so interested in the droid, but he wasn't going to question it too much.

Meister was silent as the trio walked up to the steps until he answered the unspoken question when the Cybertronians had moved on. "My reserves are at fifty-six percent." The guard shouted and jumped when remembered that there was another presence.

"Don't. Do that! Primus, you are worse than Solus." Backdraft had a servo on his chest and his other servo resting on his knee. Alchemist was bellowing in laughter.

"I'm sorry, I had to look through over four hundred fifty thousand files. This body is new to me, but after approximately a solar cycle I will be able to find everything at a much faster rate." The AI answered and something caught his attention. He went over to the wall where a small arachnid was spinning its web. The droid quickly, but carefully scooped the creature in his servos. "Is this dangerous to Alchemist Prime's health? Should I exterminate it?"

Alchemist Prime was quick to snatch the arachnid from the startled droid's servos. "No, no we do not kill innocent lives! Come on, I need to show you something. Backdraft, you can head home. Oh, and take this outside." The large mech handed the arachnid in the other mech's servo.

"Got it Prime." Backdraft left as Alchemist Prime guided a slightly stunned Polyhexian down the hall and to a conservatory that was filled with cyber-organic plants as well as a cabinet near the back of the glass room that contained minerals and crystals. Meister was taken to the workbench that was standing in the middle of the open room. There was only one stool, which told Meister that this was Alchemist Prime's personal area. The Prime pulled the stool between them and patted it, and Meister sat down with perfect posture.

The Prime opened his chest to reveal an orange ball that sat just above his spark. He saw how the other's amber optics brightened when he came face to face with the Matrix. Alchemist didn't normally remove the relic, but he was going to use it to test the AI. Every living creature would react to feeling almost whole or happy when close to it. "Meister, this is the Matrix of Leadership. It's an old relic that is used to protect Cybertron in its darkest hour. It has chosen only several before choosing me to protect it, therefore protecting all life on Cybertron. It will remain in my care until my time to rejoin Primus comes or it finds someone worthier than I."

He carefully placed it in the silver droid's servos. There was no soft humming or glow like when it would come into contact with an actual Cybertronian. Either Artificial Life is good at converting Cybertronians into drones or they are just ahead of the times. Meister looked like an innocent sparkling when he looked at the Matrix. "How can you tell who to protect? Is all life worth protecting?"

"Everyone deserves a second chance, but there are some evils in the world that have to be stopped at any cost. Sparklings, younglings, the wildlife no matter how they may treat you deserves to live. Unless your life or another's life in danger can you kill. Grown bots, like myself, are harder to determine whether to give a chance or not. Do you understand Meister?" The taller mech took back the Matrix and placed it back inside his chest.

Meister thought quietly before nodding. "Unless my life or another's is in danger do not kill. Even though AI are not Cybertronians, do we deserve chances?"

"You may not have a spark, but you live on Cybertron and I took an oath to give all creatures of our planet a chance to live." Alchemist put a servo on Meister's shoulder and gave the AI a friendly smile. Meister looked outside silently before looking back up with a smile. "Now, you let's talk about this pompous posture and tone. I don't know what they taught you in the AL facilities, but you can relax and be freer with your speech. You don't have to use my full name, just like I don't use yours. It's called a nickname; for example, Turbolight often goes by Turbo and then Backdraft goes by Draft on occasion."

The AI thought it was weird that they would shorten their names. "Are Cybertronians that busy that they cannot use another's full name?"

Alchemist started laughing with a shake of his helm and a wave of his servos. "No, No that is not it at all. Nicknames are used as a sign of friendship, most times anyway. Other times it is meant to be mean."

"How can you tell?" Meister was getting into his lesson on Cybertronians, and the Prime could tell from all of the questions that he certainly got a curious one.

"The tone they use. Now that you know what nicknames are, why don't we start by you giving me one?" Alchemist Prime was curious to see what the other would come up with.

Meister took in what he had learned and tapped his chin in thought. He looked up and sat up even straighter if that was even possible. "Alch."

"Alch? Interesting. Now your posture." Alchemist shook the slender shoulders until he was slightly sitting slouched, but he looked more relaxed than before. "There, now you'll look more like a mech and not a… well, a drone."

The Polyhexian bowed his helm briefly and when he looked back up his amber optics were now a bright blue. Alchemist saw how just from the small change, the body rippled like it was moving. "When my mod is activated my frame nanites activate no matter how small or visible my changes are. Is there anything you would like me to change?"

"Meister, you do not need to change yourself for anyone else but yourself. When you change your form, can it be only of things you've seen, or can you make the form you take your own?" Alchemist decided to get started on gathering the data he needed for the investigation. He turned to his work station and grabbed a datapad with excitement.

The AI frowned his code holder's lack of enthusiasm on him changing his looks, but he changed his optics back and maintained optic contact once again. "All of my personal information is located in the master file I had given you. As for my mod, if I see enough of the different races of Cybertronians, I can make this frame look unique."

"I'll look at the file later, I prefer to not rely on another's notes without gathering my own data first. You had said that your kind were placed in technician frames, could you elaborate?" The mech was typing rapidly on the pad. Meister thought it was a bit inconvenient on the other's part, but so far everything involving this mech was confusing.

The silver Polyhexian opened his chest and pointed to where the shopkeeper had pushed the disc in. "This contains my actual form to say. You could say that we are removable mods for Cybertronians; when we are placed in the data port we can communicate with the bot that we are placed in, expand their field, and exchange information. I was placed inside a mech that was both blind and paralyzed prior to me being implanted, and I gave him the ability to move and see again."

"Would your mod be transferred to essentially your host?" Alchemist got in close to get closeup shots of Meister's internals. He touched the rim of the disc, getting a shiver from the Polyhexian. "What is an AA model?"

"Our mods are installed into our chosen frames and our coding contains the file that the information would go into. When we are placed in Cybertronian, we have only half the coding, so it will come up in your systems as a corrupted file." Meister saw the Matrix bearer pull away and he closed his chest plate. "AA models are entertainers; pleasure bots, musicians, artists, actors, or dancers. Each model gets the general upgrades and implants to preform, but then they are randomly selected to be placed into smaller subgroups. As an AA1 model, I both sing, dance, and play any instrument. Even though I am of that specific subgroup, I can do what the rest of the models do."

Alchemist rolled his optics at the mention of pleasure bots. He didn't understand why everything needed to interface. He didn't mind making love, but he wanted his partners to do it on their own free will and not because they were built for it. "So out of your… models, you were the first to be created. How many tests does AL put you through before sending you to distributors?"

"They have us go through five hundred tests in the virtual space before another seven hundred tests with the technicians." Meister was fine before he looking away with almost a guilty frown.

"What is it Meister?"

The droid shook his helm and returned to his sturdy posture. "It's nothing, I will be stepping out of line and do not wish to anger you or risk your position, Alchemist Prime."

The Prime didn't know what happened, but he knew fear when he saw it. He figured it would be best to drop the subject for now. "Well that's okay, we can talk more about that later. Why don't we go get some fuel and I'll show you where you'll be recharging?"

Meister nodded and they left the conservatory. The AI didn't know why he didn't tell him what had bothered him, let alone what he was happening to him. He gazed around to get a hint as to what sort of things that Alchemist Prime enjoyed to talk about or do. "May I ask questions?"

"Haven't you been on your own… free will?" Alchemist whispered the last two words and almost a light bulb lit.

"You still have yet to tell me my duties. What would you like me to do?" Meister stopped examining his environment and focused on Alchemist again.

"Okay, okay if you need to know. I would like you to be my assistant, help me keep schedule, assist me with any experiments I will be doing, and be my plus one for any social events I go to." The Prime saw how Meister's optics almost dimmed and then glowed brightly when he gained new information. So that's how they adapt to us. Observe, ask, adapt.

Meister looked at him with a smile. "Then tomorrow I will come up with a list of ingredients you are running low on in the conservatory. I had logged over thirty different minerals and seven crystals that you are either low or out of."

The Prime looked at the AI in surprise. They had only been sitting down and had a conversation. How? Sensors perhaps? Did he look around when we stepped in the room? "After refueling I'll give you the codes to my accounts. Meister, how many AI did AL create?"

"Four hundred thousand trials, but the first successful batch was the Vinita VI's six vorns of Artificial Life's founding that were used around Cybertron before they were forced to do a recall after several were returned for accounts of malfunctioning. Following those events, AL created the industrial AI cleaners that can still be seen in factories. The first AI droid is still seen with Founder Gearshaft, he was created forty vorns before the announced the AI droid project." Meister explained in full before adding. "If you are interested in knowing, even though our frames are new, we are actually all created at the same time. We're… I… never mind, forget it."

"Hmm. Okay Meister, I will not push you into telling me what you are so scared of since we have only just met, so I will let you tell me when you fell you can trust me." He put a servo on the Polyhexian's back.

Meister twitched slightly under the massive servo, but his trained blank expression was still on point. "AI have no emotions. I was just faced with a firewall that is preventing me from speaking on a certain topic. May I ask that we move onto another topic before I glitch?"

"Of course." Alchemist led his new assistant to a small lounge that was decorated with shelves filled with datapads and random knickknacks. There was a table sitting in front of a curved window that looked over a side field. In the center of the room was a low-rise table with a board in the center with cushions stuffed underneath. There were couches and arm chairs surrounding the table as well as around the room. "This is the lounge; I don't normally occupy this room outside of entertaining guests or to read. We can play a game of Fullstasis while we are waiting for our energon and oil to be prepared. I've asked you plenty of questions about you, did you have anything you'd like to ask me?"

Meister sat on the couch beside the large mech. "I… am not sure what to ask as I learn everything, I need assist you from scanning your environment. Though, I suppose I so have one question. Are you good at hacking electronics?"

"Uh well I'm no expert, but I do have a good friend that is considered an expert hacker. Why?" Alchemist asked with a weirded out look on his face.

As the little Polyhexian went to answer, he quickly shot to his peds and looked at Alchemist. "What would you like in your energon Alchemist Prime?"

"Scorched amethyst? Meister, why are you a-"

"I'll get it right away." Meister turned and took two steps forward before stopping and returned to the couch with his servos folding on his lap. "I apologize for that."

Alchemist nodded, "could you explain what that was?" The door opened and one of the kitchen staff carried over a silver serving tray with a large glass of blue energon with shards of blackened amethyst floating in the liquid. Beside the glass was a smaller glass of hot oil. "Thank you, Stardust."

"They watch us. It's how they control malfunctions and the broken ones. I do not wish to be restarted as it would mean all previous skills and memories will be evaluated and erased. And I would not be in this body again as it will be destroyed for potential viruses and malware." The silver mech explained and looked at the oil thoughtfully. "They put us into a stasis like state before boxing us up, but they forget sometimes. That's all I'll say, I apologize."

"We'll have to send for my friend, the things discussed among the Council members are secret to the public. And I don't want Artificial Life discovering that we are watching them. Meister, will you tell me when they do that again? Do they do anything else to check up on you?"

The silver mechs grabbed their respective drinks. The droid drank it politely until it was completely empty. Alchemist started laughing which got Meister to look up in confusion. "What is so funny?"

"We'll have to work on your drinking. You can take your time; we are in no hurry." He grabbed a cloth napkin that was folded neatly on the tray, and wiped the droid's upper lip before tossing it back on the empty tray. "There."

"Oh, thank you. And they check every five groons. I was installed with the top tier levels for the skills I have, and know every ancient song as well as current ones. I, however, do not know how to play games. Could you teach me, Alch?" Meister's lengthy statement turned question went noticed by the Prime, and he chuckled once more as he moved the tray to the arm of the couch.

"Meister, sometimes mystery or letting others find out about you in little increments is better than dumping it all on them." Alchemist pulled the cushions out for them to sit on. "Like this, before I became a Prime, I was a chemist at the Uraya medical institute."

Meister smiled and started tapping his chin in thought before quickly turning to give it a second try. "I want to forget one skill and learn it on my own. Having it all installed into me, makes me… feel like a cheater."

"Great job! Well I think learning how to communicate will be good for now. Once you feel a bit more comfortable with expressing yourself, then we'll come back to that wish." The Prime could see the pure happiness in those amber optics.

"That would be- I mean… thank you." Meister watched how Alchemist set the board up, wanting to memorize it all so he could better play with the Prime. "How old are you?"

"I have been online for thirty vorns. And you?" The mech asked before explaining the basic rules of the game.

Meister nodded or reiterated everything back to make sure he was understanding correctly. "I have been active for seven vorns. Backdraft said that Primon and Onyx will be mad at you for buying me. Who are they? Are they good?"

"Primon was the second to guard the Matrix and Onyx was the fifth. They will most likely frown upon it as we see it as slavery, but they also understand how I work. And they are good, all of the Primes before me are good." He made the first move and Meister moved his piece. "Going head on, interesting strategy. Why not sneak around?"

"I believe you had said to give some mystery. Therefore, I cannot tell you as that would ruin the mystery." Meister explained with a concentrated expression before glancing up with a smile. "Is my small talk improving?"

Alchemist exploded in laughter with his red servo going to his helm as nodded. Once he calmed down, he finally made his move. "Yes, it is improving. Would you like to go out to the marketplace on the way to the Prime tower tomorrow?"

"I am coming with you to work? What about the observers? They will know." Meister frowned slightly.

"Until I get ahold of my friend, I can have you keep yourself busy in my office." Alchemist suggested as he played his next move, getting Meister's third piece. The AI looked at Alchemist with an unphased gaze as he took one of the larger mech's stronger pieces and knocked it off the board with one of his. The Prime gawked and stared at the board before chuckling, Meister copied the laughter though it sounded much lighter his. "I suppose I should have predicted you to have calculated different strategies, huh? Well if you are going to play hard then I'll have to play harder next time."

Meister nodded and helped pick up the game. "Would I be allowed to learn about the Matrix and the history of it?"

"You said they check up every five groons, we spent a groon playing, I suppose I could let you for a couple groons. A lot of the history is sacred knowledge, so you can't let anyone know about it." The Prime knew he shouldn't trust anyone that he had only spent a few groons with, but something told him that he could.

"I promise." Once the promise was made, Meister was going to take the Matrix's secrets to his offlining. He didn't want to be one of the bad guys, especially when Alchemist has taught him so much already. "Alch, can I tell you about the master list?"

The larger mech nodded and patted on the couch as he moved onto it. Meister moved up and folded his servos on his lap with a very neat posture. Alchemist chuckled behind sealed lips, admiring the AI's determination to keep to his stature despite their little lesson on his posture. "When we give our new… code holders they have immediate access to our systems. Only our code holder can use our codes unless I give them out to others, but that will cause confusion for my systems. If there is something you want my immediate attention on, you would say code: black. If my systems are either getting too cold or too hot, the you'd say code: white. Code: yellow when you believe I am crossing a line. You already know what happens you announce code: red. Code: purple is used to activate my interface equipment. And finally, code: blue to do a system check or update when I need it. Do you want to see what I look like outside of this frame? I would also like to truly test my mod." Meister tilted his helm when he asked before sitting up with a smile.

The Prime nodded in thought, finding that the only code that he would ever really use was white as the other ones grazed the path of darkness. "Why don't we go outside and test that? As for your question, perhaps a later time would be better. Excuse me for saying that I don't want another in my own systems."

"Perhaps when you trust me some more and we see your friend to fix me?" The Polyhexian looked at his digits with a thoughtful expression in his optics. "Alchemist, can I ask a question in regards to the Kaonions? If the Council do not support slavery, why are they slaves?"

Alchemist rubbed the back of his helm with a heavy ex-vent. "Primus, that is a loaded question Meister. They aren't exactly slaves; they are just not treated right. Which is not a good thing, but they have tendencies to be aggressive, which isn't their fault. A long time ago, a race called the Quintessons and they built the first Kaonions to be their warriors. After conquering many worlds, they built the Iaconians to do the slave work. And then one solar cycle both races snapped and worked together to rid themselves of the same enemy." He was explaining as they walked through the halls that led to the back of the manor. "And then the alliance just faded with my people doing the same thing to our brothers and sisters. There isn't much we can do, the people will either hate the council which means the Matrix is endanger."

Meister looked at his peds and then looked up. "I think I understand, but if your kinds were all slaves at one point then why have slavery still?"

"I don't know Meister, I really do not know." Alchemist rested a blue servo on the droid's shoulder.


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