You were a simple inventor, somehow stumbling across technology that later on gave you an empire. And you tended to the very item as you continued your inventions, hoping that your work will help people.

Megatron was unfortunate to be your haven technology. His head stuck on a pedestal, attached to wires and tubes as his servo was used as a chair.

The day he came online, he ended up seeing you working hard on your inventions as you stayed up late that night, mumbling to yourself about wires and schedules.