Deconstruction, deconstruction is what awaited you. 

Powell, that was his name you remembered now, wanted you taken apart to see how to be able to mass produce you. Or at least the advanced pieces of you. You didn't protest any of it, just watch the robotic arms work at disassembling you. You watched all of the pieces of your mechanical body was stripped away. 

You stayed silent, not that you really could speak, your vocodder was already gone. Your processing unit kept alerting you whenever an important piece was removed. It was a safety system that kept flashing alerts before your oculus sensors, one of the few systems still running. 

Full processing download...

Memory drive upload....

You could have sobbed if you could cry as your ¨memories¨ persay danced before your dimming gaze. You didn't know where the upload was taking them, or why, was it one of those 'whole life flashing before your eyes' kinda thing? Not that you can really die. 

A soft smile grew on your face as the most recent memories played out before your gaze. Bee.. You'd miss him, Sari too. You'd miss all of them. 

Processing shut down imminent...

5...

You should have predicted this, with how much they are trying to remove. It was the only option really, you were surprised you lasted this long with this. 

4...

Sluggish, that was a good way to describe how you felt. Sluggish, lagged. What was left really wasn't helping you with anything.

3...

You had already made your peaces, so what now? This felt like it was taking much longer than needed 

2...

What are you supposed to say now? That you're sorry for all that has happen? Well- maybe you were a little sorry. And sorry for never actually finding out what that weird glitch was. You had your suspicions, but you never did have them confirmed-

1.

You slumped forward sharply any cranial systems shutting down quickly. So I was gonna be a quick death, how merciful. You managed to roll your oculus sensors up towards Powell yelling at a control panel worker, probably demanding to know what happened.

Hah. Idiot.

That was the last coherent thought you had before the shut down was complete, and you were gone.

~

Days dragged into weeks. Weeks into months. Sari had gotten used to living with the bots. But still felt guilty about leaving you behind, and was still a little salty that her dad had to make her a robot to be her friend, but mostly guilt. 

She wished you were there with her on the many cold nights at the abandoned warehouse. She still at the bots at least, and it wasn't hard to tell that Bee missed you. He wished you were there too, even if it was awkward for her to admit that he was in love with her babysitter-even if she was a secret robot that he dad made. 

Speaking of her dad, they found him when they attacked the decepticon's mine base! But also found out that she was also a robot, well a cybertronian of some sort. She really wished you were still around when she found that out. Sari just needed someone who understood her to confide in. To help her make sense of the hot mess of her life.

But you were gone. Even when she checked the tower's warehouses, you weren't there. And that was depressing. Bee was even more anguished than she was when he was told this fact. He had trouble accepting the fact, it was one that weighed heavy over the both of them. 

One they had to sadly accept. 

Forever.