#treecons

Dear Experiment Examiner,

The Firstborn remained in Agonizer’s care—although he initially considered selling her as a historic curio, he soon took a liking to the little creature and decided to keep her. She gestated for another few months, and eventually grew into a strange but healthy infant. Agonizer named her “Luna” after the mythical lost moon of Cybertronian legend, and she took to her surrogate father quite readily. In a few short decades she became his assistant, and, eventually, a business partner. As nobody was quite sure how Scorponok had managed to implant a Cybertronian spark into an organic body, the process was seemingly irreversible—although sometimes Luna would awaken from strange, vivid dreams of a life she had never lived.

The Infinites, who had helped in the final battle against the false Primus and the Functionist Council, tried to adjust to a life on New Cybertron. But because the inhabitants of that alternate-reality Cybertron had been born and raised under a strict functionist system where one’s alternate mode defined their role in life, the Infinites faced suspicion, prejudice, and fear at every turn. Finally, one particularly outspoken Infinite by the name of Mercury organised an exodus. She had studied the legends of Amalgamous Prime, the legendary “Wizard of Forms”, and came to believe that he was still out there somewhere. If anyone could figure out how they fit into the world, it would be him—and so, one night, every Infinite assembled in the Adaptican spaceport, locked their bodies together into a single massive, living starship, and set off to find him.

Scorponok had created the first Treecon as an early experiment, a prototype attempt at grafting Sparks into living tissue. He had hoped that the second-generation Treecons could use organic methods to grow and reproduce at a rapid pace, but was disheartened to discover that it took many years for a Treecon to grow from a seed. Only a handful survived their encounter with Grimlock, and although Scorponok abandoned them on Confluence, that did not matter to them—as long as they had clear skies, clean air, and fresh water, they could simply grow, and flower, and seed, and grow some more. Five Treecons became ten. Ten became fifty. Fifty became a hundred. Centuries passed.