[ It is very early in the hour; had there been a dawn to record this moment of shadowy light over the hills, it would have been now. But the light he does have, gentle in it's undulations -- the distant Lambda tear is it;s likely source. For those who were on planets with a sun, certainly, it seems all the more alien for it. ]

I have spent my early time here exploring, both the world within and the world without. I am uncertain of this feeling these foreign landscapes engineer.

Homesickness.

For a planet that was never mine.

Curious.

[ He loved Earth, even in its strange organic variety and wonder. Cats feeding on birds, humans being so rich in their organic experience, everything in between. It was such a fascinating planet, so rich with diversity and wonder... It was no small thing to die to keep it intact, truly. ]

[ But what does that make Cybertron? The land where they laid his chassis, certainly, but his spark-- well. His spark longs for the place he truly began to understand, and that place was Earth. ]

[Have a scowling Seeker staring into the camera, red optics darkened. Those familiar with the area will be able to recognize Alpha Trion's domain behind him.]

This is Thundercracker, checking in.

Megatron? Starscream? . . . Skywarp?

If there are any Decepticons on this Primus-forsaken rock, respond.

[Anyone familiar with Seeker body language might note . . . the high hitch of his wings belies the scowl and steady tone of his voice - he's just a little more freaked out by all this - which he's hoping is nothing more than a stasis-glitch or something - than he's letting on.]

[This starts out as a video of someone in a leather jacket and a somewhat intimidating helmet. It looks like the helmet and jacket have seen better days, by which we mean somebody's pretty clearly been through an explosion. An observant person might be able to tell by the background that this is somewhere in Megatronus' temple]

-- wasn't making them that big before. Jesus christ. I have to-- OH HELL NO. NO VIDEO YOU BASTARD

[the device is hurled across the room and shorts out. The audio's still working though]

Where's the mic? Even Wily doesn't make his shit this complica--------

[and that's the audio broken. There's nothing for a while, then, oh look, text from the same source]

holy hell my head hurts
okay listen up wily if your here i dont believe your robots shit about this being some other planet
that is seriously the stupidest bullshit youv ever fed this city and you hv fed us some stupid bullshit
i mean aliens really wily
you tried that once and nobody thought it was cool

so tgeres a few opsions:

1. robot lied and im dead this seems unlikely because my head is fucking the worst
2. this is some part of wilys complex that id didnt wknow about and hes toying with me (this seems liegit) (wouldn't put it past you to have this tech) (but in that case wow i am more fucked than i thought)
3. this is the future womehow and veryones dead adn i failed and robots are everywhere and whatever
4. it was telling the truth and this si some alien planet where robots run everything

everything is terrible and everything hurts
why am i debating this in the opn where he can see it
i mean you can see it
o yea concussion
and i am pretty sure my blood is moslyt alcohol atm




if this is another planet have you invented a hangover cure yet also a cure for concossions because yeah

[Four isn't sure why, but the longer he spends away from home, the harder it is to sleep. Memories of his family, both dead and alive, haunt him until sleeping becomes a near impossibility. He misses them all, though in some weird way he misses the Scientists the most. What would he think of Four's adventures here in a strange world?]

Have you ever missed someone so much that it hurts inside when you think of them? What if this person was someone you have only met once, yet is more a part of you than anyone can hope to be? My home is a sad place, and my family is sad too, but I miss them a lot. I am not used to being alone.

Love and loss are a part of humanity I suppose.

My purpose is to catalogue and eventually understand humanity, and I feel as if the more loss I feel, the closer I come to it, as strange as that is. I am a long way from understanding it however.... so I ask:

What is humanity to you?

What does it mean to love and lose someone?

What is it like to hate?

[Four makes sure not to specify anything in his questions, he wants to see what his answers are.]