16.Sept.06
An outsider looks at a majority opinion, and those giving it.
Just
A Thought
Something he thought about when there was nothing else to do.
Just a thought.
All his life he had been told that he was insane, out of control; a crazed, blood-thirsty robot. The lives he extinguished screamed "INSANE!" at him as they died. The news reports covering his actions always included a psychoanalysis on him that condemned him as mentally unstable to an extreme never seen before. Those hunting him were warned that he was crazy. Even now, the Predacons trapped on this planet with him watched him warily; whispers of "insane" following him no matter what he did.
So he had accepted it.
What else could he do? He knew something was different about himself. No one else felt the same urges to destroy and kill that he did. He was odd, insane, crazy. HE was WRONG.
Or was he?
He watched the actions of those he was forced to live with, and it occurred to him for the first time that maybe, just maybe, they were incorrect. It was nothing more than a feeling at first, but it grew as he watched them try to destroy and protect time itself. He saw them fall in love; betray each other; make doomed friendships. The way they lived. The things on this planet were all things he had never seen before in his chaotic life, but now he was forced to let the creatures around him live, and he watched LIFE.
...and suddenly it was a fully formed thought.
Maybe HE wasn’t the one who was insane.
It was just a thought.
Just something to think about when there was nothing else to do.
But it was something that he had never thought of before.
Just a thought, though.
A little, tiny, niggling doubt.
So, it seemed that the purple saurian wanted him to do some inane thing for the Predacons again. As he walked towards the Predacon base’s command center, he wearily wondered what it was going to be this time. A plot to remake the time stream? An ambush to destroy the Maximals? Whatever it was, he obviously needed Rampage’s brute strength to do it, since he couldn’t be trusted to use his unstable mind in any way. Everyone knew that the insane couldn’t be trusted to think.
Everyone...except for someone who was starting to doubt.
...just a thought...