"I am Megatron. I am ALL!" A soothing yet powerful voice replied.


"You are but a part of the All. Your gift of life has been so very wasted, Megatron. Your Spark corrupt and tainted.


"My Spark is the Spark of all Transformers!" bellowed Megatron. His body began to dissolve. The energy and substance of the being flowed gently around Megatron, cupping the remaining body in the shape of a hand.


"My precious child. How many times must we try? How many lifetimes will it take for you to accept who and what you are?"


"I am Megatron!" The Predacon's body completely vanished, leaving only his Spark enveloped in the warm essence of Primus.


"Of course you are, my child. In this, and so many other lifetimes. Servant, Decepticon, Predacon. How many titles have you earned in the name of defiance? Yet you are a true child of Primus, of the Matrix. I will return you soon to a new body ... and a new chance at redemption. Do you accept this, Megatron?"


The Spark was quiet for many long moments, pondering the truth behind his existence. Some part of his Spark, buried deep beneath the hate and spite, realized the truth of the words just spoken.


"I accept your terms." The love and warmth of the energy surrounding Megatron's Spark increased in intensity.


"Soon, Megatron, your Spark will go on-line ... and there will be great joy."