Cybertron, a nice planet, a chaotic planet right now. I've watched the news, the bombings, the murders and those rebellious attackers.

It was all scary, too scary. Too much for me to handle

"Click!" I was smacked out of my thoughts by my owner "stop day dreaming and get me another cube!" I simply stood up and walked off hearing my owner's friend "be careful on him Tap, he's a mini, he can't handle much damage"

I wasn't going to disagree, my name is Click, I'm a mini cybertronian. I'm owned by a monoformer, a mech who removed his T-Cog to protest against transforming. Or as he calls it, "the illegal occupation of Cybertron". But it's strange how he never removed mine. I got the cubes and brought them back to my owner, Tap. I stood there, waiting for orders. But suddenly, Tap's friend handed me his nearly filled cube. Two thirds of it was left.

"Here" he said softly, a gentle smile showing his bright dentas "you must be hungry" I bowed in thank you and took it. NewStriker, that was his name, he's a kind bot. He cares for everyone even those inferior to him. I drank it slowly making sure to savor my first meal since yesterday.

"You can't just give those low class bots everything" I heard Tap start, a small groan could be heard from NewStriker. "They are cybertronian just like you and me"

I stood there once more with an empty cube in my servos. "Those minors go in caves and risk their lives so we can have energon and they never get a thanks, I doubt they get a proper meal just like Click!" NewStriker argues again, I found myself looking at him as he talked. Tap chuckled drunkly "He's alive isn't he?"

I sighed and excused myself back home. Tap wouldn't care as long as I was back at his desk. That's where I slept.

At first glance it seems like he treats me wrong, but this was as nice as he could get in public. When we were alone...

That was something else.

It wasn't cruel, but it wasn't nice either.

When he could act nice was when he would clean me, repaint me, and hold me in his arms...
That's when and only when I could feel safe, when I could just hold myself against his spark and just listen to it.

But most weren't lucky enough to have an owner who even considered being nice.