The Makers

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"Ok guys," Galactus began with enthusiasm. The Makers were alone in the invention room and they were discussing plans for future projects. Galactus hovered in the air and continued, "Are we ready to make more autonomous robotic organisms?"

"Yes!"

"Are we ready to spend sleepless nights planning and designing more autonomous robotic organisms?" Galactia asked in exclamation.

"Yes!"

"Are we ready to rename the group of the autonomous robotic organisms? Because, seriously, autonomous robotic organisms is a phrase that is going to be the death of us if we don't change it," Galactron stated.

"Yes, why don't we call them 'Transformers' or something? I know they can't transform or anything, but who's to say they can't in future?" Galactica asked.

"Agreed!"

"Alright, let's get constructing!"
The Makers went to the Computer Room to check how much resources they had left. The Energon was still in good supply, the metal however...

"Raw material for construction is insufficient," said Computer in its female robotic voice.

"What?!" the Makers exclaimed together.

"How is it finished?"
"We only made 2 bots!"

"We are using the remains of an entire planet to build these bots!"

"How is it even possible for a planet's worth of raw material to be depleted?" The Makers rambled on with different questions. The Computer, of course, was programmed to answer all these questions.

"Many resources were used to construct prototypes. Count for unsuccessful prototypes: 752 which includes a variety of sizes ranging from Maker size (Galactia giggled at the "Maker size" part) to Planet size. Another Planet size bot, project name: Unicron (the Makers were looking at each other weirdly because they didn't recall any project named "Unicron"), used much of the raw materials. Planet only consists of 57% of metal material and much of the metal material was used during the Prime Time of the planet's days. As mentioned before, most of the resources were used for prototypes and other projects."

With that being said, the Makers sighed, "Well, how much is left then?" The Computer showed a graph of the usage of raw material and it showed how much was left with many strange writings.

"But there is still so much left!" they cried.

"You will not be able to complete the construction request unless you refill on raw materials," the Computer said.

"Alright! Fine, we will just have to take what's left, clone and force it into a tight container to shoot it onto a random planet with no life on it. Simple and so not time consuming. Hint the sarcasm!"

The Makers went to work doing what they hinted was so time consuming and finished within an hour. They made at least a hundred of these "seeds".

"Would you like to request a search for the nearest uninhabited planet?"

"You know it, Computer."

"Searching... Search complete. Planet 34R1H."

"It's kind of strange for that planet to be uninhabited if its conditions are perfect for supporting life," Galactia said confused.

"Computer, you sure the planet is uninhabited?" Galactus asked concerned.

"Scanning... Scan complete. No life detected."

"Well OK then," Galactron said and made ready for the "planting" of the "seeds".

"I have a bad feeling about this," Galactica said in worrying way.
The Makers sat in there floating futuristic chairs and aimed at one huge spot of land. One the Makers (none of them will admit who) pressed this shiny blue orb thing that came out of their chairs. Seeds were going around the whole planet and as soon as it crashed into the ground, metal started spreading around for at least 100 miles. Everything was going well, until a beeping sound came from a red flashing light at the controls. The Makers pulled up a screen by waving their hands. Then the Computer spoke, "Error. Life detected."
The Makers stared wide eyed and open mouthed at the screen for 5 seconds and started flying around shouting at each other.

"Turn it off!"

"Stop the planting!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

"I had a bad feeling about this!"

They were pulling switches, pushing buttons and typing commands. They managed to stop the planting, but the creatures of the planet were as good as gone.

"Well..." Galactron tried to start.

"What? Just? Happened?" Galactus asked super angry.

"Why didn't Computer say anything before? Why only now?" Galactia said with a half sad half irritated voice.

"I told you I had a bad feeling about this." Galactica reminded.

"Apparently, we're experiencing a few malfunctions in the scanners."

"How long has that been going on?"

"Probably for a while, remember that astroid belt we flew through twelve years after our planet exploded?"

"No wonder we couldn't find any life for centuries! Stupid Computer! Why didn't you say the ship was damaged?"

The Makers couldn't really do anything. They decided to harvest the metal and made a mental note not to pass here again. Luckily Primus wasn't there, or else they would never hear the end of it.