A few decades passed and Primus knows his way around the ship. He's been everywhere except for the invention room and has heard a lot of stories from the Makers about their planet. He was very sad when he heard how they lost their entire planet, but if that didn't happen he would have never been there, ("Well, I think we would've made him anyway if our planet didn't blow up," Galactus argues). Primus has also learned a lot from the Makers. He became very intelligent and loving, occasionally arguing with the Makers when they didn't say 'please' to Computer. He tries to at least, the Makers always tell him that Computer doesn't have feelings, but they say please anyway to make him happy.

The Makers were still trying to perfect the plans for future bots when something hit them, "Hey, guys," Galactron said to get their attention. "What are we going to use to power the next edition to our creation?"

"Well that's simple, we..." Galactia started but couldn't finish.

"We are going to use..." Galactron started saying as he scratched his forehead.

"Aren't we going to use the same thing we used for Primus?" Galactica asked.

"NO!!" the rest exclaimed.

"Do you know how hard it is to make that pure energy?" Galactus asked.

"We can't make more! We're already behind in construction!" Galactia exclaimed.

"Besides, even if we did remake the energy, it was 'too pure' remember?" Galactron said.

"Can't we just reuse that energy and just dilute it?"

"We don't have more of that energy. We used it for fuel," Galactia explained.

"And we can't use it now considering that it's not fresh anymore," Galactus continued.

"Besides, the only pure energy we have left is in Primus," Galactron stated.

"Yeah, you're probably right. It's not like we can take a sample of Primus' DNA, clone it and make more to dilute," Galactica said.

They all agreed. Then after five seconds they gasped in realization of what Galactica just said.

"Oh, Primus!" they called.

"Yes?" Primus answered as he came from the Relaxation Room.

"Primus," Galactron began.

"You know we love you, right?" Galactica asked.

"Yes," Primus answered a little confused with the question.

"And you know that we would do anything for you to be happy, right?" Galactia asked.

"Yes?" Primus answered a little unsure about where this conversation was going.

"Well, we were thinking," Galactus started.

"And we already started doing this, but we are lacking a few 'ingredients' if we can say that," Galactron continued.

"I'm sorry, what are you all trying to say?" Primus said gently but secretly irritated. He couldn't be rebellious or anything because his energy is so pure.

"We wanted to surprise you with your own friend like you," the Makers said together.

Primus was surprised, but he was actually happy about it. He was getting kind of lonely. Not like he didn't enjoy the Makers' company, he just wanted someone who was like him.

"But..." the Makers interrupted.

"But?" Primus asked getting a little unsure of the idea of having his own brother or sister around when they said that.

"Well,"

"You see,"

"Primus,"

"Uhh,"

"What's wrong?" He asked calmly but was a little anxious.
The Makers looked at each other, nodded and sighed.

"You see, we don't have a means of making more Energon..." Galactron said slowly.

"Yet." Galactus added.

"But we have thought of a way to make more Energon," Galactica stated, holding the back of her neck.

"But, there is only one tiny thing that could completely change the line of friend or sibling to... A child?" Galactia said while playing with her fingers.

Primus stared blankly at the Makers. Are they trying to say that he wouldn't have a brother or sister, but will actually have a son or daughter?! How...?

"We have to take a sample of your Energon, sort of edit it and clone it," Galactica said.

Oh, well that explains a lot.

"We just need to know if you're going to be ok with it," Galactus said.

"It is going to be a bit weird for you. We just made you, now our baby might just have a baby of his own," Galactia said on the verge of tears.

"Ok Galactia, now your making it 'a lot weird' for all of us," Galactron said.

Primus wasn't paying much attention, he was thinking if he really wanted a "child". After everything he's learned, he found that he had a soft spot for all life, even if they weren't intelligent like him. Primus figured that if he cared for life like that, why not make more life? That way he would be able to spread his care to others than just to the Makers and Computer. During this thought process, the Makers were arguing about how much they are like parents and how weird it sounds.

"I'll go with it," Primus agreed.
"What?" the Makers asked in unison, sort of forgetting what they were talking about earlier.

"Whatever you need, I will gladly help with."

"Oh, ok then. To the Invention Room!"

This was going to be the first time Primus went to the Invention Room and he was excited. When he got their, the Makers were already there since they could teleport there easily, he looked around curiously. He wanted to touch a lot of the things, but the Makers were continuously telling him not to touch anything. After the seventh "don't touch" he was beginning to wonder why he was so excited to get into the Invention Room in the first place. He stood around and watched as the Makers typed and fiddled away with a variety of buttons and switches. He wanted to leave when Galactron called him over to the same medical table he awoke from many decades ago.

"Alright, now don't panic," Galactron said.

"We're only going to take a small sample of your Energon," Galactia said.

"Then we're going to dilute it and clone it," Galactus continued.

"However, the final product might be a lot smaller than you, you wouldn't mind would you?" Galactica asked.

"Of course not, Primus answered. "you can do what you need to."

"Ok then, we just need a sample..." the Makers used a device that looked similar to a syringe with a needle. They took the sample of Energon and sprayed something that could might as well be some sort of disinfectant.

"We're done with that, but you could stay and help us if you want to."

"Yes, I would like to help."

The process of building the autonomous robotic organism started again, but this time it was much faster. They diluted the Energon, they cloned it and made them into crystal forms

A few months passed, everything was going well. The designs had to pretty much be scrapped and redesigned by Primus, which showed that he also had a talent in art. Everything was completed, all that was left was the Spark.

"Ok guys," Galactia started, "we need to talk about the Spark."

"What about the Spark?" Galactus asked.

"Don't you think Primus should also have a part in making the Spark?"

"How are we supposed to do that?"

"Primus may have a lot of pure energy, but he can't make sparks of energy appear from nowhere."

"Well we do it all the time. All the time might be an exaggeration, but that doesn't matter."

"We can just take a small, teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy, little piece of his Spark and just add it to the other Spark. If he's ok with it."

The Makers looked at Primus. He was staring at them since they started the conversation. He answered, "It's fine with me, though I'm sure I did say that you could do what you need to."

"Perfect!" the Makers came together, put a small piece of metal in the middle of them that hovered with them as the flew up to Primus' chest and began to hold hands.

"Just open your chest up so that we can take a little of the Spark," Galactron told him.

Primus did as he was told. He wanted to see everything, he has always wanted to see the Makers make a Spark. The Makers closed their eyes and started thinking about the good times they had back on their planet, Pro 753, Primus, and then a Spark appeared. Primus gave a gasp of excitement. Then the Makers used there hands to sort of absorb a tiny slice of Primus' Spark and added it to the other Spark. The effect was a change in colours, it became brighter and had different shades of blue. The Makers then used their telekinesis to guide the Spark into the body. They expected it change a great deal, but not much happened. The face changed a bit, the arms and legs gained a bit of "muscle" and the armour changed very slightly.

"Is that it?" Galactron asked, rather surprised.

"Honestly, I expected more change to take place," Galactia admitted.

"At least he stayed within the design Primus wanted," Galactica said on a lighter note.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about. At least he doesn't have spikes!" Galactus exclaimed as he threw his arms up.

Primus wasn't really listening, he was admiring his first son. He felt so proud!

"Oh wait! He's waking up."
The mech began to stir, and it opened his optics ("He has your optics, Primus," Galactica said). They did the same thing they did with Primus. Said the simple, silly sentence, introduced themselves and,

"WAIT! We don't have a name for him!" the Makers were distressed. "Primus, you name him since he's your son and you're his dad."

"Me? Oh, uhmm... Primis... Primu... Prima?"

"Prima. You want to name him Prima?" you could see that the Makers wanted to facepalm so badly.

"You want to name him something that sounds almost exactly like your name?" Galactia asked.

"I'm not used to naming anyone or anything." Primus admitted innocently.

"You know what? It's fine." Galactus said with a smile.

"It's fine! Just practice your naming, ok?" Galactia told him in a smothering kind of way.

"Your name is Prima," Galactron told the new bot which was looking confused with what was going on.

The Makers did the same tests they did on Primus, and it was again successful. Prima was rather tall, but way smaller than Primus. He looked quite muscular and had good leadership qualities. He looked almost like Primus, but his colour scheme and face shape was different. He had a silver and gold colour scheme and his face shape was long and it looked like he wore a helmet. Now, since Prima was also a success and because Prima had good leadership qualities, the Makers decided to make more.