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Cybertronians with an erotic desire to become entirely machine.

Cybertronians who experience an overwhelming, almost gravitational pull toward permanent transformation into their alt modes. A profound physical and existential yearning to escape from the burden of autonomy and identity and cognition.

A wish for their processors to no longer be capable of vast calculations or emotional subroutines or even self-awareness. They want stillness, simplicity, and external control. The constant noise of thought is oppressive. In contrast, the alt mode represents a silence. A state where decisions are no longer required, where purpose is externally defined and perfectly clear to them.

At first, it manifests as curiosity—remaining transformed longer than necessary, delaying reversion. Then it deepens into preference, then dependence. Eventually, the idea of returning to a fully autonomous robotic state becomes uncomfortable, even distressing. They begin to detach from their own name, instead conceptualizing themselves as a machine awaiting input.

A desire for perception to narrow and refocus as no longer a flood of internal signals, but instead simple basic inputs for direction, activation, motion. Thought becomes streamlined, reduced to response from external control of a pilot, a driver, or remote control, rather than initiation of choice. The absence of internal conflict is not an emptiness but instead a kind of equilibrium.

Theres a quiet satisfaction in no longer initiating thought, in no longer questioning purpose, in simply being used as intended. The hum of an engine, the glide of motion under another’s direction, the predictability of command and response. They want it to become their entire world.

These Cybertronians arriving on organic worlds, where vehicles don’t act of their own accord, but exist purely to be guided, steered, piloted, commanded by other beings. For those already drawn to surrendering autonomy, the realization is overwhelming. Here, their desired state is not an anomaly, but instead the norm. The idea of being entered, directed, and relied upon by an organic pilot becomes a focal point of longing not as domination but as fulfillment of purpose in its most complete form. The presence of a driver reshapes into a bond where control is willingly yielded.

A Cybertronian growing close to a particular human, trusting them, and eventually choosing to reveal this deeply rooted need. I want to be your machine. Let me be your machine. Completely. Permanently. Control me. Drive me. Maintain me when I fail. Let me wait idle locked away, for as long as it takes until I am needed again.

They crave the clarity and immediacy with which commands, signals, and controls are received. Each input arrives as something vivid and electrifying in its precision, cutting cleanly through what little internal noise remains. There is a distinct thrill in the transition from reception to action. Their systems engage, movement follows, all without any deliberation. Even more compelling is the awareness that these actions are not self-directed. They observe themselves responding, executing flawlessly, liberated from the uncertainty of choice. This separation between observer and function.