He doesn't know how it happened, no one does... but here you are, his sparkling, his offspring in the flesh. That you had appeared out of nowhere was one thing, but to be his own flesh and blood? He didn't want to believe it, but Shockwave and Knockout's analysis wasn't wrong. It had been a few months since you arrived on The Nemesis, the Decepticons had already grown accustomed to you, but Megatron... he still didn't know what to think. But... hey, at least he hasn't thought about getting rid of you! Or has he...?

Anyway, today was another quiet but boring day on the Decepticon ship, The Nemesis. Megatron was on his throne, tired and somewhat irritated... why? Easy, your cries didn't let him think, and he didn't know why you were crying. I'd already fed you and you were fine, there was no reason for you to cry. It couldn't be your diaper because Cybertronians don't even go to the bathroom; they're robots... not organic. Megatron watched you cry as he left you sitting in front of him.

Megatron: "I'm going to go crazy at this rate... and the damn headache isn't getting any better!"