"Reports of my demise were greatly... premature. A pair of Autobots infiltrated my facilities on Cybertron, sabotaging my space bridge. I gave chase, but failed to accurately calculate the outcome. When I came to again, I was awake in rubble, blinded. It soon became clear that I was marooned on our dead planet, with no means of communication. In time, I repaired my wounds and resumed my experiments. The solitude enabled me to make tremendous advances in my research, until one day, my instruments detected a massive surge of unidentifiable energy. I traveled to investigate its origin at the edge of the Sea of Rust, where I encountered your salvage team and the smoldering wreckage of the Omega Lock. But this was not the search party I had anticipated seeing so long ago. Leaving one unanswered question." {break} "Why was I left for scrap? Abandoned? Why?"

"You would do best to remember, Starscream, that I invented the cortical psychic patch. I am familiar with its idiosyncrasies. And there is more than one way to nullify a neural net."

"You have overridden the Energon containment protocols, haven't you? Clever, but not irreversable."