A Priori, A Posteriori

002. Change --Perceptor/Megatron(???)  -- Rating PG


Before the war, change came gradually to Cybertron--if it came at all.

 Hundreds of vorns of stability, zero growth, and complacency, would pass before a single change was made.

Few changes were accepted with open arms, flight capable frames as an example. Others, like triple changing abilities, took longer to catch on and remained rare.

Every advancement was fought against claw and dentia by the populous.  The scientists who came out of the academy raring to go, soon found themselves stunted by the stagnation. Trapped by a society that didn't desire growth or change. A society that saw no possibility for betterment.

And then came the war, and as much as Perceptor had resisted the idea when it first came to him, it had forced them out of stagnation.

Cybertron's populous was alive in a way they had not been in vorns. Finally they were accepting change. Death was a change after all, a change in a state of being.

He stood and walked away from the fallen mechs into the arms of his lover. His lover had started the rebellion, and he had hated him for it at first. When he had come to his senses however, he had helped make it a war. Together they would usher in change.

Stagnation was death after all, without change they would all die. So if a few had to die to create that change so as a race they could live, so be it.