Autobot-7712 May 2026
He walked to his bunk. He did not recharge. He sat in the dark and thought about what it meant to be a number. To be 7712. To be Zero.
She tried to laugh. It came out as a grind of gears. “Because I was tired. Not of fighting. Of… this. Of the dust. Of the waiting. Of being a number.” She looked at him. “You understand. You’re Zero.” autobot-7712
On Cybertron, before the War, he had been a dockmaster’s assistant. He remembered the weight of cargo containers, the rhythm of loading clamps, the smell of clean-grade energon. Now, he remembered the smell of smoke and rust. He walked to his bunk
“Thank you,” she said.
Autobot-7712 May 2026