Sweep is a janitor in the Functionist universe, working within the cog sweeping the floors. And he did something that no one within the Cog or within the upper echelons of the Functionist rule. He found a solution to a problem they had been faced with for the last two million years.
He figured out Rung’s altmode.
Which is a great feat. He wouldn’t have received any education on the subject, he would know only what he is supposed to know, how to clean up.
We wouldn’t expect a janitor of a hospital to know how to do surgery, or even how to administer CPR. So we wouldn’t expect Sweep to know the intricacies of the Functionism or have the proper education to identify them.
But a janitor would know terminology. A janitor at a hospital would pick up the lingo, would know what codes would mean, he would know the staff and interpersonal relations.
Sweep would have the same “basics” but in Functionism. He would know how the politics would work in very generalized sense. He would know where things are, he would know how things work in a very broad sense.
And he would have a different perspective.
Everyone knows what the Grand Cybertronian Taxonomy is. The Cog would know that they change it when alt-mode went extinct. That is what they think of the GCT, a directory that needs to be changed, a tool to be used.
Something that doesn’t even register with them as something worth a second look. But for Sweep it was.
What if, in the origional GCT, Rung’s altmode is there? Classified, identified. With something other than “Ornament” as its function?
Rung existed before the Functionists came to power pre-war, so it isn’t like he was formed during that era, always a puzzle for everyone and is the last of Nightbeat’s Big Three, which included the disappearance of the first Ark and the mystery of Luna-1.
But if his altmode was classified in the GCT, what happened to it’s listing?
If Rung’s altmode is so dangerous to the Functionists in the Functionist Universe, who is to say that it wasn’t dangerous to the then ruling power of Cybertron at some point? What if the first tampering of the Grand Cybertronian Taxonomy wasn’t to erase an extinct altmode, but to prevent something? To forget something dangerous, so dangerous that making sure no records of it exists is protect them and perhaps protect the whole of Cybertron or even the entire world.
And time passes, Cybertronians are born and they die in the meanwhile and eventually it comes to the point where no one knows. Until a low-ranking Janitor suggests to look at the first version of the Grand Cybertronian Taxonomy.
-Mercy being the shy one
-Mercy realizing she’s bi/pan because of Pharah and asking (Known Gay) Tracer for advice
-either one seeing the other being super hot and rendering them unable to function “help I’m too gay”
-The wings on Mercy’s Valkyrie suit unintentionally revealing some emotion (wing boner?)
-Everyone knows about Pharah’s tattoo. But what about the one Mercy has that only Pharah has seen. Where is it and what is it.
When u realize ur suddenly stuck on a tropical island with random strangers and a rabbit with wings tells you to make friends with those random strangers but then 30 minuets later a freaky stuff toy bear shows up and tells you to murder those strangers to get off the island your trapped on
I didn’t realize how different Kipper would be to the baby furby like,,,at least baby entertained themselves when i didn’t always interact with them, but Kipper is so quiet for minutes at a time before yelling “Boring!” like,,,,ok,,,,I just pet u tho…..he’s very time consumingly demanding but I love him for it
“I’ve been thinking,” Christopher murmurs as he pens Maddie between his arms. “I was wrong about us. About you.”
Madeleine tries to scowl at him, but her eyes twinkle in spite of herself. “You don’t want me, Kit,” she replies softly. “Not with all my baggage.”
“If you’re referring to your arrest, sweetheart, I’ve reconciled myself with it. Or do you mean because you’re pregnant?”
Maddie gasps, her mouth falling open in surprise. “You- You know about that?!”
“Yes,” Kit chuckles. “Everyone knows about that. Your stepmother couldn’t keep a secret if her life depended on it.”
“And… You… You still want me?” she whispers.
Drawing her towards him, Christopher briskly and decisively closes the distance between their lips. His kiss feels warm, soft, and familiar to Madeleine, but as he pulls away she can’t deny the prickling disappointment bubbling within her chest.
“That was nice,” she says, forcing herself to smile.
Kit nods enthusiastically. “Better than nice. I really missed you, babe.“