032. Home -- Cosmos -- Rating PG

032. Home --  Cosmos -- Rating PG

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Cosmos continued his slow circling, monitoring the many channels and signals the permeated the airwaves. He often wondered about human sayings, trying to work out their meaning and translate them into some human form. His latest one was a rather old saying.

Home is where the heart is. A deceptively simple phrase that could be seen in many places in human culture, often as a source of comfort.

For Cybetronians he supposed a proper translation would be “home is where the spark is,” but what did that mean? The more he thought about it, the more he wasn’t sure he knew.

Not to say he didn’t know what the phrase was supposed to mean.  He knew it was supposed to mean that home was with the ones you loved. That as long as you were among people who loved you, you were home.

Cosmos took a moment away from his thinking to monitor a suspicious signal before determining that it was merely a glitch in the system. What did it mean? No, not mean, what did it feel like? What did it feel like to have a home?

If the saying proved true, then he had never had a home.  He’d never lived in a place where he felt loved, not that he remembered.

Sure he felt that the members--some members--of his faction cared for him, some of the time. But he wasn’t at home on the Ark. He spent to much time away from it to feel at home.

As he whirled aimlessly above the earth he tried to push the entire idea from his mind. Tried to satisfy himself with the idea that surly, one day, he would have a place his spark could call home, and that thought made him smile.

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