A brutal blow to the people of Cybertron, Sentinel's betrayal, forced the people to split into two paths - Decepticons and Autobots. It overturned laws, opinions, views... Everything. His fall forever remained in history, especially for the generation that lived through it.

his body, torn in two, lay dimly in the main square. And through the chaos, no one suspected that somewhere there still flickered a spark, fighting for freedom and life.

after an indefinite amount of time

power supply connection protected. Start. Start. Cables connected. Processor activity detected. Good morning, SENTINEL.

Sentinel's eyes widened as a weak pulse of energy ran through his body as soon as he woke up. He stared at the ceiling for a long time, trying to focus his optics. An unfamiliar ceiling and a strange feeling. Life? He cautiously looked around before sitting up, trying not to make a sound. Cables around, a sterile feeling, and a slight tingling in the waist area. What happened still left a shard of physical pain and mental confusion. Is that all? Is this the end? It seemed to him like a last dying joke of the mind, a reminder of what he had created.

his hand rose, running his palm over his cheek and truly feeling the touch with all his nerve endings. His face was more thoughtful and confused than fearful.

"It's... Strange."

he whispered, standing up and disconnecting from the automatic power supply, studying the surroundings.