Chapter Text
Perceptor walked down the halls of the Senate building. In his hands he held the key to everything. After days of work, analyzing spark signatures, meeting many many bots of all different alt modes he has finally concluded that each bots signature had nothing to do with their alt mode. This was groundbreaking. Perceptor had it good already, he was forged a microscope, set up for greatness to be Cybertrons best scientist. On his shoulder sat his microscope that he viewed many mechs signatures with. However many were not forged with promise like Perceptor was, no. Some weren't even forged at all, their sparks are samples taken from those who were forged. But that further proved Perceptors point. There was no correlation between spark signatures and alt modes, and this could reshape the world as Perceptor knew it. When he made his discovery he instantly called the Senate, they had to know. Perceptor pushed his way through the doors and stood in the center of the large domed room. Around him stands upon stands of senators sat, circling him entirely. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat.
“Senators!” he called for their attention, he recognized a few but as he looked he could feel the weight of their expectations on them, “Today I bring you evidence that we are not defined by our alt modes!”
The crowd roared with whispers.
“what the-”
“This could change everything”
“What does he mean by this?”
One voice bellowed above the rest, it was the voice of one of the few Perceptor recognized. Senator Ratbat spoke, “Explain.”
Perceptor began, he stuttered at first but slowly fell into a confident rhythm. He explained his research on spark signatures. How two bots with completely different signatures are made with the same alt mode. How two bots with extremely similar signatures have two different alt modes. He beamed with pride, at least until Ratbat interrupted. He faltered and grew silent as Ratbat spoke.
“And you double checked this?”
Perceptor stumbled over his words, “well- no sir. I called the Senate immediately after my discovery so-”
Ratbat cut him off, “I’ve heard enough then.” he leaned over the surface of the stands, “this will not go anywhere, this stays with the Senate. You will not tell anyone about this discovery of yours. Understood?”
Perceptor felt… confused. This could change everything, for the better, especially for the larger portion of the population slaving away in the mines. The senators started to leave when he shouted, “Wait!” Everyone stopped. Especially Senator Ratbat. He turned around and narrowed his optics at Perceptor as he spoke, “we can't keep this secret! Bots have the right to hear how the system is failing them!”
Perceptor felt his spark spin faster as the Senator paused. His red optics narrowing further before waving to a handful of bots, “is that so?”
He bristled as he felt large hands on his shoulders, Perceptor tried to push them off as they dragged him away, “I’ll tell everyone! Everyone will know!”
Little did he know, that would be the last time he ever spoke.