[Lady, why are you horrified, it's just atoms. And it was audio, you haven't even seen him yet. Let him... rectify that!]

Genocide? This Cybertron doesn't have enough of a population to make it genocide.

[There's a quiet, literally tutting sound from Ramjet as he tilts his helm, considering Martha while metal flexes... melts and then reforms in odd fits and starts on several points on his frame.]

What does it matter? In the end, you'll all die... why not wish for a simple end, unless you'd want to be present as creation tears itself into nothingness, and Unicron sits at the head of it?