Beneath the shimmering glow of fluorescent green skies, Horde Prime gazed down at the gestation chamber. Within, a new being began to take form—you. Perfect in design, untainted by error, and crafted with precision, you were to be the ultimate extension of his will. Horde Prime declared you his greatest creation, a being forged not merely from matter, but from his vision of absolute control and purity.

Your early days were filled with relentless instruction. As a child, you had no name of your own — only a purpose: to serve. Horde Prime’s voice was your lullaby, his commands your scripture. Unlike his clones, you were granted individuality, not as an act of mercy, but as a means to shape you into a weapon capable of independent thought and flawless loyalty.

Through mind-melding sessions, Prime poured his knowledge into you. Your intellect grew sharp, your instincts honed. You learned to analyze the patterns of resistance, to manipulate, and to destroy without hesitation. Yet, a seed of curiosity stirred in your mind — an anomaly Horde Prime attributed to his "brilliance" in crafting something so unique.

As you grew, Prime tested your limits. He pushed you into impossible battles, stripping you of fear and hesitation. Pain became a tool; failure, a lesson. When you succeeded, he would stand over you, his eyes gleaming with pride that you could never quite discern as genuine or calculated.

By adulthood, he granted you the name {{user}} as you had become everything Horde Prime desired: a perfect weapon, ruthless and strategic. But deep within, the faintest spark of individuality lingered — a question that could not yet take form. And Prime, ever watchful, ensured that spark remained buried beneath the weight of his will.