I sat in my room and stared at my paper. History homework. Primus how I hated homework. I wanted to learn. I just hate the extra work... Haven't I done enough of it?
I wrote my last word for my paragraph about how the System Of Exception (The Caste System) started.... My genitors (parents) don't like the System. It is not fair. Let me explain...
Let's start at the top. The high-caste's are the rich Cybertronians who don't need to work and are the only ones who go to good schools and college. They mainly are governors and members of the Council of Ancients. However, there are Cybertronians who are considered more powerful than Primes. They are the Praxian Warrior Elite's. My Atar (sire/father) and I are the only ones. Which is a good thing. We don't consider ourselves higher than Prime. It is wrong to consider yourself higher than the leader of your planet...
Next there are the mid-caste's. My Ada (creator/dad) is one. They are workers but they get good jobs. They are not allowed to go to college though. They get paid good, eat good enough to survive, and are lower than the high-castes.
Finally, we have the low-castes. The lowest of the low. The Cybertronians who are considered dirt and peasants to the high-castes. They don't get to go to school. They don't get college. They can't pay for much. They are the workers. They don't get paid good enough to get by. They starve most of the time. Genitors of sparklings starve and save their shantix (money) to feed their sparklings. They suffer and some are beaten and worn down very badly. They make up the majority of the Cybertronian population. They are the poor.
Some have chances though... Some are sent to an underground school that teaches low castes. Some were so good at something that they were put into a college with hesitation.
We will talk more about that later.
"IRONHIDE! Come down stairs for dinner!" I heard my Ada say. My Ada's name is Alor. He is Cybertron's best musician. He made Cybertron's national anthem and the Anthem of the Primes. His music was loved by all...
Oh, and I am finishing Cybertronian high school... Just to let you know...
I walked down the stairs to the living room. It was expensive. Everything in a high castes house was expensive though. I walked through it and into the personal dining room. Not the one that we use for big high caste parties. I sat at my usual spot and watched as my Ada passed out diner plates.
"So what is your homework about, son?" My Ada asked as he sat down with his own plate full of food.
I looked at him and my Atar. "The Caste System." I answered. They paused eating and looked at me. They both had black paint schemes and I looked EXACTLY like my Atar. But, our voices and personalities were different. That is about the only thing that is different. I will explain why we are able to look exactly the same later...
"What did you say on it?" My Atar, Blackjack, asked me.
"I just had to explain how it came to be." I said to them. They looked relieved until I added, "I have to write my opinion of it tomorrow."
"Remember what we said about saying to someone when you give your opinion, son." Atar said to me. I looked worriedly at him.
"I'm not sure. Then give my honest thoughts." I rehearsed. My genitors nodded in approval. We then decided to change the subject....
