Aaron's first draft. (Not complete)

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First basic draft: Please ignore all the spelling fails.

Megatron the now retired overlord of the evil Decepticons is out of work and out of motivation. He is seeking medical advice and has employed the services of Dr Albert Krum the world’s top engineer/psychologist. As soon as Dr Krum had found out about the transformers he decided the career opportunities for a person who understands both engineering and psychology were a gold mine.

“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)

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 is much better, we are able to talk comfortably now, are we not Mr Megatron?”

“I guess this will be adequate” 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 a first class 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 sniveling man flesh called Joe Kerr?.” grumbled Megatron.  

“Well let me tell you his real name, he was well known to us humans who do not always snivel, 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 who make any weapon you pathetic fleshlings have created look like a sparklings 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 AM MEGATRON!"

"I am 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 voice. 

"No that's not true" Megatrons voice belonging to a child of five, not the giant Robot now sat facing the open window. "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 reach over and placed a hand on the cold service of Megatrons metallic knee.

"I'm...I am..." Megatrons voice was beginning to show signs of confusion.


"Are you Megatron, Mr 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 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 nobody!"