Orion couldn't love Kaon. It wasn't gloomy, just steel and steel, monotone all over. It niggled at him for cycles until he finally mentioned it in passing to Megatronus. Megatronus laughed, while Orion winced at his reaction.

"It's a good point, but not a pressing one and certainly not one we can rectify at whim, brother," Megatron says, grinning, "Still what would you do differently?"

It was a question Orion devoted much time too, too much time Megatronus said later, for it is just a city, his city and not Orion's.

"Why shouldn't the cities change as well? Shouldn't a productive environment bring out more qualities in us?"

"You sound as if we have none to begin with," Megatronus said sardonically.

"No. But if we are trapped, it is the place that traps us."

Megatronus looked at him. It always unnerved him how hard and long Megatronus gave him his attention. He was just a data clerk. Only that.

"Yes," he said finally, "You have a point brother."

"Kaon could be glorious," Orion said, "If we let it." He always felt an unknown thrill at using the word "we". It gave him belonging, a forbidden sense of it.

"Kaon is yours."


Megatronus laughed, "I'm giving it to you."

"But... Megatronus..."

He holds up a hand and Orion falls silent, "I will not argue this point. After all, this is what you wanted."

Was it? Orion found that he could not say it even if he wanted to. So he turned away.