come my darling, homeward bound

In the early days of cold construction, videos had circulated throughout Cybertron. They’d been shown as happy places, full of loving caregivers helping Cybertron in developing its next generation. But, as the war loomed, its purpose had changed; now, adult frames, larger than Yoketron himself, lined the walls. War-builds; much stronger than his own Well-forged, civilian frame.