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[Feb 12] [Transformers: Beast Machines] Sparkstrain Part Nine
Title: Sparkstrain Part Nine
Day/Theme: Feb 12 / Dreamtime
Series: Transformers: Beast Machines
Characters: Optimus Primal
Rating: PG
Fields of grass so high I have to part them before I can walk. A clear pathway beyond. Strong stalks growing across the way.
Then a wave of techno-matter washes over all of it, condemning it to cold, mechanical life.
I was mechanical before I came to know what it was like to be partially organic. It was a cover, though, not integrated the way it is now -- and also different from how beast instincts became part of daily processor function. Even though I remember what I was before, and I know that was the natural order of things back then, now I know there is another order that should be restored. The mechanical was a phase for this planet just as the purely organic was. Somehow they must come together.
I still need to learn exactly how. The Oracle cannot do it alone or else it would not need us. We are a catalyst, but we are only a portion of it. Something else is involved.
Space. Infinite. Dark. Dotted with millions of forms and all of them are me. Or rather, what I have become. Would they still look this way if I was in my Transmetal body? If I was in my so-called 'Optimal' body? What about my original Cybertronian form?
I see through the eyes of one technorganic body, then another further away but the view is all the same. Infinity. Me.
What does it mean? I can't be as egotistical as to think I am infinite. That isn't my intention. I want to save my planet, my people, because they have a right to existance without the shackles Megatron has placed on them. The ones I allowed him to put in place.
The vision flees again. I beg. I plead. I bargain out loud. Or is it just another side of the vision? Is this now a picture of myself, brought low and entreating for another chance? How many more chances will I be given? How many windows of opportunity have I overlooked that were the answer and I missed it?
What else do I need to see? Show me, tell me, grant me the wisdom to do what is needed to recreate our world so balance is restored. Guide me to understand that image of space, the growing fields, and what it takes for there to be new life among them.
Day/Theme: Feb 12 / Dreamtime
Series: Transformers: Beast Machines
Characters: Optimus Primal
Rating: PG
Fields of grass so high I have to part them before I can walk. A clear pathway beyond. Strong stalks growing across the way.
Then a wave of techno-matter washes over all of it, condemning it to cold, mechanical life.
I was mechanical before I came to know what it was like to be partially organic. It was a cover, though, not integrated the way it is now -- and also different from how beast instincts became part of daily processor function. Even though I remember what I was before, and I know that was the natural order of things back then, now I know there is another order that should be restored. The mechanical was a phase for this planet just as the purely organic was. Somehow they must come together.
I still need to learn exactly how. The Oracle cannot do it alone or else it would not need us. We are a catalyst, but we are only a portion of it. Something else is involved.
Space. Infinite. Dark. Dotted with millions of forms and all of them are me. Or rather, what I have become. Would they still look this way if I was in my Transmetal body? If I was in my so-called 'Optimal' body? What about my original Cybertronian form?
I see through the eyes of one technorganic body, then another further away but the view is all the same. Infinity. Me.
What does it mean? I can't be as egotistical as to think I am infinite. That isn't my intention. I want to save my planet, my people, because they have a right to existance without the shackles Megatron has placed on them. The ones I allowed him to put in place.
The vision flees again. I beg. I plead. I bargain out loud. Or is it just another side of the vision? Is this now a picture of myself, brought low and entreating for another chance? How many more chances will I be given? How many windows of opportunity have I overlooked that were the answer and I missed it?
What else do I need to see? Show me, tell me, grant me the wisdom to do what is needed to recreate our world so balance is restored. Guide me to understand that image of space, the growing fields, and what it takes for there to be new life among them.