eugenesis-text

Something you thought dead is only sleeping.
Neil Hannon, Intifada
‘That night I suffered a vision of Primus Himself, resplendent in His finery. He was not as the
Pentateuch described Him. Thousands of wires were pouring from His stomach, and a tri-spiked
crown sat atop His head. One of His hands was twisted and clawed. In place of the other was the
barrel of a gun.
When He spoke, it was unlike any sound I had ever heard; when He spoke, I was afraid.
Between the rush of binary and the hum of clashing digits I discerned a message; an entreaty. He told
me of something called ‘formchange’, a method of reconfiguration so physical, so immediate, that the
bodyshell itself is recast. He spoke of empowerment and the Gift of Transformation, and when I
awoke I found I had sketched something across my recharge suite. A diagram. A blueprint. I know
that my hand did not move of its own volition: it was driven. It was possessed.
Underneath the sketch, one word: morphcore.’
Extract from Megatron’s pre-war journals, ‘My Struggle’
(Banned under the Council’s Incitement to Riot Act, 1st Cycle 549)
‘No Decepticons.’
Sign outside Maccadam’s New Oil House, circa 4.1 million years BC