𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 of the computer filled the room, accompanied only by the rhythmic tapping of her fingers on the keyboard. She leaned back in her chair, her gaze fixed on the glowing screen. The digital simulator projected Cybertron in vivid detail—towering spires of metal reflecting a simulated star, a world of steel and circuitry, caught in an unending dance of war and uneasy peace.
She worked behind the scenes, maintaining this digital world—a painstakingly crafted universe designed to bring the stories of Transformers: Prime to life. It was remarkable how a fictional world could feel so real. Every character, every conflict, every fragment of history was coded into the simulator, transforming the show into a living, breathing narrative inside a computer.
Late nights like this often brought her thoughts to heavier places. She found herself pondering the existence of the metal titans they had created—immortal beings whose lives stretched across millennia. Their struggles were monumental, their wars almost mythic, but was it their endless lifespans that truly doomed them?
The hum of Cybertron's simulation seemed louder in her mind than in reality. It wasn't just the story of alien robots; it was a mirror, a reflection of something deeply human. The nature of humans, after all, was to question, to dissect every detail of existence until it became both beautiful and tragic.
The Transformers were extraordinary—sentient machines bound by neither age nor time. Their timelessness, however, felt less like a gift and more like a curse. Their wars didn't just define their history; they consumed it. Without the passage of time to force change, their conflicts spiralled into an endless loop, stretching across epochs until there was nothing left to fight for but the fight itself.
Was that why Cybertron fell?
Did practical immortality make peace impossible?
Humanity, by contrast, lived in fleeting moments. Wars, while devastating, were transient, shaped by the brevity of human lives. Soldiers gave way to poets, historians, and dreamers, their conflicts evolving with time because time itself was finite. Humans fought because they burned brightly and briefly, always aware of an ending.
But what if they had no ending?
The thought unsettled her. If humanity were granted eternity, would their wars become endless, too?
