Waverod's Corner Table

 "Sorry, Alpha Trion, but that is all the time I have for today. I need to refuel briefly, then return to my patrols." Waverod was reluctant to leave -- to be in Alpha Trion's presence was deeply comforting for some reason, like his spark resonated unconsciously with the old scholar. "I understand. You have done well. Contact my office when you can come again. I have another passage that I think you will find most interesting." Waverod walked out. As she did she passed Optimus Prime. The Autobot leader, recently made Prime, was Alpha Trion's protégé back when he went by Orion Pax. Waverod gave a nod in greeting, which Optimus returned. He walked out of the office. Outside, she transformed and took off, her elongated aerial form akin to a tetrajet, but stretched. "Are you sure you want Waverod to know, Alpha Trion?" Optimus Prime's concern was not with trustworthiness, but with the difficulty that could result when either secret came out. "...

 "Mech or femme?" "Both." "I'm not sure how to process that." "Isn't that your problem?" Waverod sighed internally. "Look. We aren't organics. We don't need waste disposal facilities at all, let alone ones needlessly segregated by gender. Given the ratio of mechs to femmes among Cybertronians, same-gender relationships are not only accepted, they're common. This isn't a biological information processing research lab. Why does it even matter?" "We need this information for our basic demographic files." "But why? It's just information processing. In the end, the data we start with and the conclusions we come to are what matter. The data, and the nature of the subject under consideration, provide far tighter constraints on our thinking than whichever Prime we think like." "But I need to put something in your file. Without a complete file you can't access this data center." ...