"You, humans, stratify yourselves so readily - gnawing at the bit to do so that it took me no more than a few weeks to works out the patterns."

Shockwave leaned back into the chair with upholstery compliant to the added weight until there was a found sense of near comfort. The human experience was overrated but Shockwave had been willing to lend that to Emma's influence. It had been nice, at least, to put a name to a face.

"We've always been so very eager to segregate. Segregate ourselves by form over function to function over form until it was no longer held pretense about being so arbitrary." The we was purposeful. Four million years had given Shockwave a broader perspective where the organic and inorganic overlapped. More ways than even the most tolerant of Autobots would consider without such a uniquely detached perspective.

"But where do we stand, Ms. Frost?"