Aaron's Third Draft: Issues of the Transfromers.

Third draft: Issues of the Transformers

Once Dr Krum had found out about the transformers he realized his career choice of being both a psychologist and an engineer were going to come in handy. However, finding out Megatron had been fired from the Decepticon leadership position, let’s just say, he was a fat kid with cake.

“What with the transformers fighting a war that has lasted thousands of years there were bound to be a few nut cases.” (Dr Albert Krum answering questions for reporters)   

The sun fought its way out of the eastern darkness lighting the small island of Tasmania with an orange glow. Along the rich Tasmanian shoreline one wouldn’t expect to find an overly large building with the words plastered to the front “DANGER TEMPERMENTAL MACHINES WITHIN” but one would be wrong.  Inside that very obscure building there was a meeting that could decide the fate of the world.

“Good morning Mr Megatron how goes it with you?” asked Dr Krum.

“You spineless little humanoid, what would you know? How could I ever explain to you about the intricacies of the cyborg mind processor!” Megatron screamed, standing at full height, one arm outstretched towards the heavens.”

“Hmmm very dramatic.” mumbled Dr Krum. “I used to have a patient very similar to you. He liked to make an entrance. He… Mr Megatron, could you please sit down, my neck isn’t made for gazing at the stars.” 

Megatron’s eyes burned a bright red and for a moment his oversized metallic foot hung over the doctors head. The Doctors breath froze, he watched the foot size sixty, dangle ominously close, too close to what he considered his precious brain. Reluctantly Megatron lowered his foot and sat down, the creaking of the couch dangerously loud. He gave an audible sigh, which is strange as Transformers do not breathe.

“Now that’s much better. We are able to talk comfortably now are we not Mr Megatron?”

“Hmmph” mumbled Megatron.

“So as I was saying I had a patient very similar to you. I shouldn’t give away his name but I think his new life as Starbucks employee is an inspiring example. Have you heard of a man named Joe Kerr?” asked Dr Krum.

“Why would I interest myself in a snivelling man flesh called Joe Kerr?” grumbled Megatron.  

“Well let me tell you his real name, he was well known to us humans, who by the way do not always snivel, he was known as the Joker.” Dr Krum watched to see if there was a hint of recognition in Megatron’s eyes. He was disappointed.

“He was a mastermind, no let me say he was an evil mastermind, who is now a valued member of society. He tried to destroy the very fabric of the world we live in and now works to rebuild it. I believe you can also be a valued member of society Megatron, it is just, how much do want to be valued?”

"I am Megatron. I do not need a label from one such as you or any from this disgusting ball of mush you call a planet. I have battled foes that make any weapon you pathetic fleshlings have created look like a sparkling’s toy!"

"Is that right" stated Dr Krum. He was now trying to look Megatron in the eyes or "optical lenses" but the giant robot wouldn't look at him directly.

"What do you mean is that right? Of course that is right I’m Megatron” the hulking machine repeated with a sour tone in his voice.

“Do not be surprised Mr Megatron, you are not the first nor the last evil being that in the end wants nothing more than a life of peace.” The words delivered in a soft and gentle tone.

"No that's not true" Megatron said, his voice sounding like a child of five who had been told they’re not allowed another biscuit, and not one of a super villainous giant Robot. "I...I don't believe you".

"Believe it or not Mr Megatron but I think you have a heart, or as you would like to say a spark, bigger than you could imagine."

"I do not, I have not, I am Megatron." Megatron whispered. 

"You keep repeating yourself, almost like you are trying to force this belief through repetition. I'm starting to think you are making things up." Dr Krum reached over and placed a hand on the cold surface of Megatron’s metallic knee.

"I'm...I am..." Megatron’s voice was beginning to show signs of confusion and held a slight quiver.

"Are you Megatron?" Asked Dr Krum.

For the first time since Megatron had walked in, Dr Krum saw a reaction that was not expected. Megatron’s head went into his hands and he began to shake. Could this be true, that the giant malicious transformer was actually a confused and sad robot individual? The thought made Dr Krum even more determined to see this first session as a success.

  

“You don’t understand” Wailed Megatron, who was no longer crying but breaking down, oil pooling on the floor. "They kicked me out, I was kicked out like a big...a big fat nobody!" the pain flowing from his voice.

"I see… we have abandonment issues. Well this is going to take more than one session Mr Megatron. I will have to book you in again, let’s say tomorrow at five?"

"Yes sir" Sniffed Megatron. He stood and walked to the door. "Please don't tell anyone" he squeaked and with that Megatron slumped out through the over-sized door to reception.

Dr Krum watched the large and confused Megatron walk dejectedly away as the door slowly closed behind him and with a sigh he shouted “You may come out from behind the curtains.”

From behind the curtain stepped out Optimus Prime. He wore a large smile on his face and his eyes sparkled with mischief. “What a big baby” laughed Optimus, he bent over holding his knees and small wet tears of joy rolled down his cheeks. "I mean I was struggling not to fall out of my hiding place when he,when he, said he's a big nobody!" at that Optimus Prime fell on the floor with laughter, his legs kicking freely in the air.

“I would appreciate less laughter from you Mr Prime and more understanding. This was your idea in the first place, making Megatron come and see me just so you could win him over. I won’t have that sensitive robot become an Autobot just to be harassed by you. Do I make myself clear?” The Dr watched Optimus wilt under his firm glare.

“Yes sir” was the sullen reply.

"Right now it’s your turn as we agreed. I help win Megatron over to the Autobots and you tell me these issues you have with your mother."

For the second time that evening the Dr heard a robot sigh and thought “I really must investigate where that noise comes from.”