It saddens me that the Maximals think I am their enemy. Perhaps I am, but I don’t think of myself that way, nooo. I am not a Maximal nightmare. I am, quite simply, their dream.

Maximals, you see, are the only faction that dreams of strong leaders who will bring Cybertron to a golden age of an empire…and then tries to kill that leader. It reminds me of an ancient human story I once heard: a group of the flesh creatures waited for centuries for a savior to come and lead them. When this man came, however, all the people who had wanted him to come were angry because he wasn’t what they had expected. Supposedly, this savior had been expected to lead an army and crush this group’s oppressors; instead, he lead through words and peace. This was the man who the Maximals wanted. Like this human group, they dreamed of a savior to bring Cybertron back to its former glory. They dreamed of someone to lead them, but they wanted someone like this Jesus man. The humans wanted me.

Somehow we got switched in delivery, yesss.

But the Maximals seem to be taking their ideas for how to deal with me from the human group…what was its name? Jews? That sounds about right. Anyway, the humans ended up killing Jesus in some kind of horribly slow way as a result of his peaceful preaching. I will also be executed, although for my violence, I believe. My death with probably be mercifully quick as compared to this Jesus’ because of the Maximals’ belief in that sort of thing. Or perhaps I will be thrown into prison to rot as an example to other Predacons; either way, I am too dangerous to be allowed to live free, yesss. My ideas are too radical, the other Predacons too willing to follow them. Although Dinobot’s betrayal at the end, one of my most trusted followers, seems like another parallel with Jesus; he was betrayed by a trusted follower named Judas. Our stories are so similar, yesss. We are revolutionaries in our times.

How could I be otherwise? The Maximals dreamed of me, and so everything I am has come from them. Their victory in the Maximal/Predacon war and the resulting post-war economic depression caused them to look for someone to bring them out of it. They wanted another Megatron. Someone to lead Cybertron strongly. I am that someone, but these Jews, these Maximals—they don’t agree. They wanted another Optimus Prime…but I am what they NEEDED, yess. I would lead Cybertron to conquer an empire! That is what the Maximals want, though they disguise it with treaties and colonies. When they see their much-flaunted peaceful efforts failing, when they see the empire not appearing…that is when they dream of me. Every Cybertronian has an almost rabid love of our homeworld, a lust to see it expand to the potential power they see in it, a vision of a Cybertronian empire. I am simply the result of that dream.

Jesus led through the promise of eternal life and an empire at the end of time. I see that as foolishness, and I believe the Jews had it right to kill him. I would have conquered their oppressors, promising an empire now, not later. An eternal life for each warrior who falls in the conquest, remembered forever by those who live in the empire they helped carve out. I would have made Cybertron rich and powerful through my leadership, promising the gratification of an empire they can touch and see NOW. The promises of Jesus are thin and vague compared to mine.

So perhaps this Jesus and I are opposite sides of the same coin. We are not what our people wanted, we are different from each other…yet we are very similar. It might have been my destiny to end this way, as he did. What would that make me, then? The AntiChrist? I am just the product of dreams. Not the Maximals’ enemy, nooo, but their savior.

A pity they refuse to see it that way, yess.

Optimus stood before the glowing bars and stared at the ‘bot standing inside the cell before him. Glowing bars were wrapped around the dragon Predacon, but still this Transformer was too dangerous for the Maximal leader’s taste. Right now Megatron was looking straight at him, but…there was something wrong with the way he was looking at him.

It was as if he was looking THROUGH him, Optimus decided. There had been no reaction when he’d walked in, as if Megatron was too deep in his thoughts to be distracted. Most disturbing of all, however, was the slight smile of genuine amusement on his face. Megatron almost seemed to be sharing a joke with someone.

That wasn’t right. It didn’t fit with Megatron’s usual course of action. Optimus thought it over as he turned to leave again. Maybe the captured Predacon was just fatalistic, now. Megatron had to know that he would be turned over to the Maximal High Council for judgment as soon as the shuttle arrived on Cybertron. There was little hope for freedom for him ever again.

He felt Megatron’s gaze on his back as he left, and he had no idea how close to the truth his thoughts really were…

Is this how it will be, then? Trapped in this cell until the Maximal High Council sentences me to death or imprisonment? Somehow I doubt anyone will speak on my behalf, nooo.

Ah, well. What comes will come. If it is truly my destiny, then nothing I do will change it. I wonder, though, what Jesus thought when he was brought forward for trial. Did he feel this sense of betrayal? I may appear to be the AntiChrist to these Maximals, but to me they are just misguided Cybertronians. The people I was supposed to lead.

In time they may realize their mistake. I don’t know much of the rest of the human Jesus’ story, but I’ve pieced enough together enough to learn he became a symbol, a martyr, that eventually brought his teachings world-wide. So my death might be for the best, after all.

I could have been accepted as what dreamers dream, not as the enemy of a dream, but I suppose it’s too late for that, yesss.

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