...2017...

...California...

It has been two years since the battle in Louisville. As a twenty one year old techno-organic I can look back at the event that changed the worlds view on alien robots and machinery. What I cannot forget is Steel going out of his way in a bulldozer with the Allspark spread around the scouped plow shaped shield with Allspark sharp thorns all around the rim. Optimus took the time to rip the Bulledozer in half and kill Steel. It was only a matter of one last attack on Optimus. 

It was Megatron who took the opportunity.

The Allspark being slammed into Optimus's chest had sent in several cracks and visible wounds. Megatron used his fusion cannon on Optimus. The battle of Louisville did have other major losses to both sides such as the loss of Brawl. Brawl is just one of the Decepticons I knew who died in the city from the Autobot's servos. What was left of the Allspark was put back together in it's very prominent cube shape.

Now most Decepticons were eager to return to their home and restore it using the Allspark because the Autobots no longer had a leader. Soundwave, on the other hand, wanted to stay. So Megatron granted the request.

"Auuuttto," Lassie's voice rings on the phone. "Hello; I am still here!"

I shook my head.

"Sorry," I apologize,walking over to the barriers along a empty water bed. "I zoned out."

"It's the anniversary," Lassie said. "Your birthday."

I bit my lip.

"Yeah," I said. "It is."

California has been in a long term drought.

Why is it that?

The water has not been replaced. The State has been contemplating what to do with this sorry scenery including the dead brown grass behind me in a contrary clean park. Making it into a resort didn't seem a very good idea since the dirt wouldn't be very cooperative with the construction workers. There is many dead trees still standing as though waiting for the great season of rain.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAAAY!" Lassie sang. "HAPPY TWENTY-FIRST BIRTHDAY TO YOU! Cha,cha, cha, woof!"

I smile.

"Thanks, pal." I said.

"You're welcome." Lassie said.

"How has Blanch been?" I ask.

"Same old same old," Lassie said. I saw two birds flying over the empty lake bird. When are these birds going to learn this source of life has since been drained? I hear rumbling sounds above in the sky. "Blanch has his moments thinking Steel did not die. I have to be there for Blanch; he sometimes make plans to hang out with his deceased friend at places."

It's hard to picture a guy,who would be there to help those he care about, now needing that kind of help. I felt sorry for Blanch. Nothing really was the same after the battle. Soundwave and I agreed to have our own living spaces and our own kind of lives.

"Well," I said, looking up towards the darkening gray sky. "What about you?"

"I married that man before any gold diggers came!" Lassie said. Lassie's attitude made me laugh. I look away from the sky towards the birds flying in a circle. "Blanch doesn't need some some one spending all his money and constantly buying expensive jewelry." Lassie shortly pauses. The birds flew overhead onto a tree branch making their usual sounds. "The only thing that has changed is me going to buy myself clothes."

I turn away from the barriers then head out of the park.

The weather channel did not say anything about a storm coming.

But it's about time the rain came.

"About time," I said. "Everything happens for a reason."

"TERRIS!" Lassie shouts over the phone. "Drop the binkie! I told you no binkie!" Lassie frustratedly sighs. "I gotta take care of this mess Terris made; he got paint all over the kitchen."

"All right; just make sure to not call after a year," I jokingly said. "You could call me monthly." I get into a taxi cab then hand the driver some cash and lean back into the seat. "Is that a good idea?"

"Fine by me." Lassie said.

I take the phone off my ear.

"Where do you want to go?" The driver asks, as the phone has a 'call ended' screen.

"Take me to the Uharian Hotel." I said,putting the phone into my right jean pocket.

The driver raises a brow then drove off from the park.

A flash of lightning struck by the window shield and rain pours out the sky. The wind made the dead grass wave both ways like they were celebrating the return of a long believed to be hopeless nourishment. That's what you get for a storm with rain, thunder, and wind in California. I haven't been in contact with Soundwave in two weeks. Supposedly a call came from somewhere in the globe that concerned some matter Soundwave is very familiar to.

The Taxi stops at a hotel not much the one I had requested.

"This is not the Uharian Hotel." I said.

"I know California like the back of my hand," The Driver said. "And there is no way in hell there is a hotel by the name Uharian." He looks over towards me wearing a cap. "I was not born yesterday, young lady,now tell me where you really want to go."

I felt small right then.

A Taxi Driver called me out for giving a fake destination.

The rain patted on the window sliding down in a pool wave formation as a medium sized group. Usually I would stay outside in the rain watching the animal life sit in their comfortable homes waiting for all to pass including the family of owls, a pair of cats, and sometimes a big dog making his body act as a blanket for a much smaller dog. Strays, of course,they were. Those two dog pals did not stay long when people came close to them and fled on paw.

The only reason why I am not is the anniversary.

I clear my throat.

"By the beach, the old thrown down tree, my house is the one beside the ancient thrown tree to the right hand side." I said.

"Oh!" The Taxi Driver said. A smile curled on his face. "I know where that is."

The Driver turns his attention back towards the road and sped off driving reckless in a storm. Sheesh the Taxi Driver must have been a Nascar racer a long time ago before taking this job. In ten minutes The Taxi had stopped at the sidewalk along the bent fence leading to the house beside a large tree fallen over and blocking a long forgotten dead end. There isn't any houses behind the tree's large branches is only a field of dead grass, a long curvy road alongside a barrier,and a mountain side formation.

I unbuckle the seatbelt then get out of the car.

The Taxi turns around and goes back the direction it had came.

I walk through the rain slowly towards the unforgiving brown door lacking a proper knob. I press my hand on the side of the wall beside the door. The usual small annoying beep surfaced then the door slides back into the frame. I walk into the house dripping wet. My recently cut bangs are over my eyes in a way not allowing many people to see my eyes of course. I get a towel then wipe off my face.

I get dressed into my leisure outfit and sat on the couch by the large door sized windows.

The Autobots had tortured Starscream to the point he could not recover.

They took away a chance for me to speak with my real father.

I hate them for that.

Two years being an a artist and living as a unique individual who's species has been debated what to be called as; Cyber-Organic and Techno-organic, among the general public. I didn't care about that debate. Sometimes I too have brainfarts and call myself one of the two just one moment and then in the time that passed I call myself the other.

I tap my fingers on the arm chair just thinking how else to make an Autobot feel what Starscream felt in his last living minutes. If there ever came a chance an Autobot came to dispose of me and failed because I caught them; then this very train of thought can be very useful.

The rain lightens up in the two hours that passed and the thunder came to a cease.

Ring,ring, ring, went my phone on the table.

I pick up the phone and press the green button then put it to my ear.

"Auto," Megatron's voice came over the phone. "I am in need of some your assistance."

I smile.

"About time!" I said, picking up my bag and went out the door. "Tell me where you wanna meet."

The end.