Of Drones and Logic

Absolute Truth Part 1: Aftermath of Trypticon

"Then he won't have a reason to betray us. Clever." Rampage mused, catching on where his creator was going with this.

"Indeed. Sometimes my genius surprises even me. But enough small talk, just let me moves these unwanted memories into this transfer drive and we'll begin uploading his memories into his new body."

"Why not just delete those memories entirely?" Rampage asked curiously.

"These are genetic memories we're talking about, Rampage. You can't just delete them like they're data, that's just not how it works."

Rampage nodded his helm as he watched Tarantulas transfer those unwanted memories in question into the transfer drive that had been inserted to the console a while ago. After doing so, Tarantulas detached the psychic patch from the human skeleton before approaching to the Starscream clone floating in the vat of CNA.

After pressing a few keys, the vat empties itself of the CNA, only leaving the Starscream clone, before the vat opens up, allowing Tarantulas to connect the patch to the back of the clone's helm.

"Now then... Rampage! Pull. The. Switch!"

Rampage blinked at the doctor, looking towards the console to see that there was no switch to pull, just a keyboard.

"Hehe, forgive me. I always wanted to say that." Tarantulas giggled in embarrassment. Rampage rolled his yellow optics and typed on the console and initiated the upload process.

The console's screen flashed to life, electricity crackling along the cable of the cortical psychic patch and into the helm of the Starscream clone. Then, the clone body itself crackled with electricity from the console which caused the ceiling lights to flicker.

The lights continuously flickered as the clone was electrocuted. Then suddenly, it all stopped; The lights returned to normal and the electricity had ceased. Rampage crossed his arms while Tarantulas tapped the tips of his clawed fingers impatiently like a child waiting for their birthday presents.

A servo of the Starscream clone twitched.

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His eyes slowly opened, wincing at the shine of the bright light. Blinking and adjusting his vision, two blurry figures stood in front of him. Once his vision had fully adjusted, he saw that, to his surprise, there stood two Transformers in front of him, looking at him.

One was spider-like, like the female Decepticon, Airachnid, but his physical structure clearly shows that it was a male. The other was another male Transformer, except this one was red and crab-like.

He also notice that the room they were in was clearly advanced, more advanced than the technology he and his organisation had invented. Speaking of which, where were his men? Where was he? The last thing he remembers was being crushed by the artificial copy of Optimus Prime.

"Greetings. I am Tarantulas and this is Rampage, my creation." The spider, Tarantulas, introduced himself and the red crab Transformer, Rampage.

"And we gladly welcome you back to the land of the living."

He didn't reply to the spider. Instead he looks towards his hand, only to see that it wasn't a human hand, but long claws belonging to Starscream.

"What have you done?" He demanded.

"What I needed to. In order to bring you back, Silas." Tarantulas replied gleefully.

Silas looks to his reflection to see that he was indeed in the body of Starscream, or what he assumed was Starscream's at least. The red Decepticon logo, the red (what he assumed) horn on top of his frontal lobe and even his eyes were yellow instead of red. He also noticed that lack of jet wings on his back.