Transformers: Consequences of Time Travel

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Mirage stumbled. His system fluxed; for a moment he trembled on the edge of vertigo. “Mirage.” His creator frowned at him in disapproval. Strains of classic Cybertron orchestra filtered through the air. Towerlings swirled beneath Cybetronian constellations.

“Mirage.” His creator voice had darkened. “If you cannot be civilized please

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