The depressed decepticon polished out his metal frame for what seemed like the third time today.

Even though he wishes he never existed, he at least takes care of his exterior self.

However, his mind was constantly on how useless existence is. He never bothered to destroy evidence of himself; as he fully knew that eventually the species would die out, their suns would exploded, and eventually their entire planet would cease to exist.

At least, that’s what he had experienced in his eons of living.

His red optics scanned the surrounding area outside of the docked ship. They had temporarily landed on planet-1038. It was rather strange on this planet, but it had plenty of energon reserves.