In cosmic scales, the planet Cybertron is a wholly insignificant sphere.
Barely visible against the darkness of space, it is quickly eclipsed by the
spectacle of the stars.  Its own star, if it had one, has long been forgotten,
for the planet hurls through space as an orphan.  On rare occasions it passes
through a solar system, leaving chaos in its wake as it disrupts and shatters
moons and planets.  Most often, though, it travels harmlessly, content in its
seeming insignificance.

Only when the planet is seen from close up that its uniqueness becomes clear,
for Cybertron is a planet entirely made of metal.  Though there are no oceans,
no vegetation, no signs of organic life, Cybertron lives.  From the towering
spires reaching up from its surface, through the numerous subterranean layers,
down indeed to the core itself, the planet resonates with life, in an unending
variety of forms and colors.  For Cybertron is the home of the Transformers --
an ancient race of robots, each able to change his shape into different forms.

The Transformers are at war.  Some call themselves Decepticons, and seek a
life of conquest and expansion, first with Cybertron itself, then with the
rest of the universe.  Others call themselves Autobots, and devote themselves
to stopping the Decepticon plans.  The few who are unallied with either group
often find themselves trapped between the conflicts of the two.  Most do not
remain neutral for long, by choice or by fate.

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