Of Drones and Logic

Absolute Truth Part 1: Aftermath of Trypticon

An: Hey everyone. Before we get started. I just want to announce to you all that I have officially set up a discord server dedicated to my stories. I have the link in my messages board on my account, but I'll try to put a comment containing the link to it. Enjoy the chapter.

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In the private Decepticon laboratory of Starscream's ship, the Darksyde, a certain Arachnicon was quietly singing a tune to himself as he got everything ready.

"~You put your scalpel in, you take his eyeballs out. You take your talons in, and you tear him inside out. You do the Hokey Pokey and you leave him bleeding out. That's what it's all about.~"

Standing not that far from Tarantulas, who continues to sing that twisted version of a children's song, beside the computer was Rampage who tapped his claws on the digital, alien keyboard as he watched his creator do the heavy lifting.

"C'mon, doc, we don't have all day. Let's get this show on the road already." Rampage said, annoyed by how long the preparations are taking, only for the spider-bot to wiggle a clawed digit at him.

"Tch, tch, tch. Patience, my creation. I just have to properly make sure everything is in order before we begin."

Rampage lets out a tired sigh before looking towards the cylinder tank containing the Starscream clone that floated inside, the vat filled with CNA.

"Do you really think you're able to resurrect him? I mean sure, Shockwave brought back the Predacons, but this is a human. A human being revived in a cybertronian body." The crab-like Con asked, weary of what his creator is trying to achieve.

"Under normal circumstances, no. But the Solver can manipulate both flesh AND metal. I ran the simulations and have deduced that the operation will have a 96.34% chance of success... And a 3.66% chance of him going insane and killing us both slowly and painfully." The Arachnicon replied gleefully, yet muttering the last part to himself, which didn't go unnoticed by his creation.

"Wait, what was that last part-"

"Anywho, let's go check on the genetic memories the machine extracted from the skeleton, shall we?"

Tarantulas skipped over to the Stunticon corpse before he peeked over the shredded torso, eyeing the human skeleton that rested where the spark chamber should be, hooked up to a cortical psychic patch which is connected to a special console that is capable of genetically replicating the memories of any being, whether if they alive or not.

As Tarantulas giggled as he looked towards the console's screen, Rampage walked over to the corpse, staring at the skeleton in doubt.

"Ok, even if you've managed to successfully resurrect him, what makes you so sure that he won't just turn on us after what Megatron had Knockout do to him? He'll obviously remember that experience." He questioned further. Just as he did, the console had finished the genetic memory replication sequence before Tarantulas began typing on it.

"Why that's an excellent and understandable question, my dear Rampage. But I can assure you that he won't betray us over that old chestnut, mostly because he won't even remember it." The Arachnicon explained without looking away from the console.

"Won't even remember... I-I'm sorry, you lost me." Rampage admitted, totally and utterly confused from what he just said.

"Megatron and Starscream always fail to consider how such a worthy ally could easily become a dangerous enemy if they're given a good enough reason to betray them. If he remembers what happened, he'll have his reason to turn on us, but if those certain parts of his memories were to be removed..."