[Video] [Transmission Originating From: The Junkpile]

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[Dinobot felt in a philosophic mood. So much had transpired from the moment of his death. He was certain this was not the Pit or any afterlife. What afterlife would allow fleshlings? The Maximal had so much to question. If he had already saved history...why do the task of bringing him back again? Why at this point in time?

He decided the best method would be to reach out to the others, to see just what exactly these so-called Primes had brought to this world. Maybe then he could understand their vision...]

Is history a tale told by a fool, or something more? If fate does not write our history, does it matter who does the writing? Must free will be the absence of fate or must it be its tool?

That which I decide be mine or merely the shade of another's work? Does this story's beginning simply involve our resolution?

Oh that this too too solid metal would melt...

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[my_own_trope]

How pathetic!

[cackles]

[megamind]

...Right. Whatever. I imagine you're another one of those robots aren't you?

[my_own_trope]

What gave me away?

[megamind]

Oh, just that this place is crawling with you.

[my_own_trope]

A welcome change from the last planet, believe me. Human vermin overran the place.

[megamind]

I may not be human, but I have a feeling you'd consider anything with a pulse vermin.

[my_own_trope]

Ah, now that is where you'd be wrong. You see, we all posses a pulse, albeit our [because what does he know about robots that aren't from his continuity?] veins pump a much more efficient fluid through our systems.

More powerful too~.

[Would you like to know more about his construction? Because herp derp he'll tell you. Hell, if you tell him he's pretty, maybe he'll even draw you up some blueprints.]

[megamind]

[Megamind knows how to stroke an ego to get what he likes.]

Do you now? Fantastic-- I've orked in robotics in my time, but you are far more advanced than I'm used to. My suits and brainbots aren't anything like the robots wandering around here talking about being independent beings.

What sets you apart?

Shut up, Starscr--- oops, too late.

[my_own_trope]

Sentience, obviously. We're a species millions of years older than yours, and we'd attained space-flight while your kind was still wriggling around in the primordial ooze that makes up your planet.

[Okay, so, he's wrong about A LOT of things here, but it isn't his fault he wasn't around for the big canon twist, or knows anything about alternate universes, or, you know, that Megamind isn't actually human.]

That isn't all, obviously. Anything man-made just can't compare to a real Cybertronian. Granted, you can construct some sad, shambling mimicry, but it just won't be the same without that last, magic ingredient~.

yes, yes, keep talking

[megamind]

Not human. [Just a correction, okay.]

But do go on, I am truly interested! What is that magic ingredient hat changes you from machine to living sentient creature? Seriously, that's got to be pretty awesome, whatever it is.

Oops, distracted~

[my_own_trope]

Wait. You aren't human?
What are you then?

oh noes!

[megamind]

I just told you, not human. Still organic, but not human.

So, what's the thing that makes you special?

[my_own_trope]

No, you've told me nothing. You're just repeating yourself.

What is your species, alien? I asked you what you were.

[megamind]

Nothing you'd recognize. [Hedging, okay. He doesn't even know.]

[my_own_trope]

Try me.

[megamind]

Let's not.

[my_own_trope]

Why? Don't you know?
Or are you something hideously bulbous and meaty, filled with fluid?

Come, why don't we have a picture?

[megamind]

Because I'm too fantastic for just every day viewing.

But you, you're a marvel of the stars! Space technology. I really do want to hear more.

[my_own_trope]

Of course you do. I'm advanced beyond anything you could imagine~. [Preens]

But let's talk about you.
Are you shy, or just ugly?

[megamind]

I am an exquisitely handsome representative of my people. I have no idea how that may translate to your, uh, optics, however. That's neither here nor there.

And honestly, I am way more interested in you. I'm an engineer, you see. Call it professional curioousity. I have a deep appreciation for sleek, advanced machinery.

[....he's not flirting we swear.]

[my_own_trope]

As you should be. Among those here, most seem... hideously out of proportion, far too bulky, and they wouldn't know aerodynamics if it punched a hole in their poorly put-together chassis.

I on the other hand, am the sleekest, most svelte design you'll find. And I'm talented too.

[megamind]

And so modest.

So what sets your people apart from robots, and what sets you apart from your people, hmmm?

[my_own_trope]

You don't need modesty when you've got experience.

We are not mere robots! I'd have hoped that was clear enough by now!

[megamind]

Pardon, I don't have the right vocabulary for your taxonomy! [He sounds conciliatory at the very least.]

[my_own_trope]

We've already covered that it's our sentience (among other things) that sets us apart from anything you organics could ever try to construct.

As for myself, I-. I am the Air Commander and second in command to this galaxy's largest, most powerful army.

My aerial combat is surpassed by none, and never has there been a more celebrated energon seeker.