Learning how the internet works, I've learn that it can never turly die. It may stop working for a very, very, very long time but it will always be out there...until someone, like me, finds a way to connent ocne again , and I did just that.

After sneaking onto Cybertron every now and then, I was able to get the internet up and running and connected to my devices, ( I nolonger got to pay for WIFI, yeah.), I was able to search and do bassically anything I did before, Cytronians are just the same as us, found cute animal(I'm calling them that) videoes and so on.

It was boring until...

"Don't touch Ratchet's scrap?" I asked quietly before i shugged my shoulders. "It won't kill me would it." I said as I clicked it.

A Young Ratchet came acros the screem with a smile oin his faceplate. "I'm scared now."

"Hello, I'm here with an issuce that is very close to my spark, an issuce that effects me, and millions like me everyday. My message is simple. DOn't touch me scrap"

"Wait what."

"We live in a world where billons of people go everyday without touching my scrap, why can't you be one of them?" He peaused. "You alone have the power to stop touching my scrap because your the one touching my scrap. Infact research indicates by the simple act of touching your scrap and only scrap, we can eradicate the issuse of you touch my scrap almost immediately." He said as he place stick notes with his name on them on objects inside the room.

"With one credit a day, I made a stack on credits and put them on my dresser, it fall over so I know you're touching my scrap."

"I'm getting the feeling that he's talking about WheelJack."

"Don't touch my scrap!, I'll set up a camera," He said as he hold up a small camera. "Don't think I won't, I woke up in the middle of the nigth and it was dark but I could see you touching my scrap, who else would it be." He said once again covering objects with his name on them. "Your scrap," he said as he pionted to a berth with red and black sheets before pionting to a white and red one. "My scrap."

"...Maybe not WheelJack then" I said as i shugged my shoulders.

"Stop touching my scrap now and you'll receive this camedural tod bag. Then it will be your scrap and you can touch it literally when ever you want." He said as he smiled sweetly as he held up a small bag with. 'DON'T TOUCH MY SCRAP' sowed in as a phase popped up at the bottom of the screem. 'Don't call. Just stop touching my scrap.'

"Join me and together we can create a world where people keep their servoes to themselves." He said as he divieded the room with blue tape.

"You know who you are, sericously, who tought you manners. Have some repect" He said angrily.

The video ended and I looked up from the screen. "Well, this explains a lot, " I said before looking into midair. "Wanna tell me who Ratchet's talking about, leave a comment"

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What did we learn today

Everyboby: Don't Touch Ratchet's shit

Exactly. Review.