Dear Onyx Prime, here's a question actually worth asking. Have you & the other Primes encountered the Transorganics and were they made from previous organic life on Cybertron?
Dear Transorganic Tracer,
While my sibling and I have different opinions on questions worth asking, I think we would both agree yours is intriguing. We have encountered those unfortunates in many universes, and certainly some were made from the remains of organics who perished by Quintessons or others cyberformed their world.
One, however, sticks in my mind quite strongly, despite the distant spissitude of the universe. Here the Quintessons had evolved from organic life and never abandoned their organic chauvinism, despite now existing as cyborg life, encased in mechanical shells.
They encountered a world of rocky ores and shining lakes of protomatter, and as is common for their kind, set out to exploit it. They built mines to harvest what they could, only to discover a primitive form of cybernetic life emerging from the protomatter. Dismissing the miracle in front of them, they denied its nature, and saw it only as more raw materials. They combined the cyberform with crude organic supplements, viewing it as an upgrade. As more emerged, they created more and more of their transorganic menagerie.
When the transorganics did not obey their commands, they abandoned them as failures, sealing them deep within their facilities. Then they re-examined the protoforms that emerged, and came upon an even more blasphemous decision. These entities were not life to be respected, but self-assembling machines to be utilized—the idea of this being slavery was unthinkable to the Quintessons, as they could not understand their discovery as anything more than circuits and motors.
In the end, these cyberforms evolved into what you would recognise as "modern Cybertronian life", and although the Quintessons patted each other on the dome, they certainly played no part in the development. When that fact became clear to the primitive Cybertronians, they—we—sought to drive them out. And in our shame we turned to our kin, the former victims of the Quintessons. We unsealed them, used them as weapons against our shared tormentors. We were as unwilling to recognise the transorganics as life as the Quintessons had been for us.
And by the time we realised it, it was too late.
The last of these noble beasts perished driving the Quintessons off our world, and in their memory, we consigned their remains to the pools of protomatter that animated them. As if responding to their sacrifice, new life emerged from the pools, incorporating some part of the transorganics' nature, giving rise to that universe's mechanimal life. In this way, even the darkest of pasts can give rise to a hopeful future.
