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‘So, what exactly is wrong with the subject?’
  The doctor shifted through his datapad’s entries, found what he was looking for and handed it to the visitor.  ‘As far as we can tell, it seems to be an extreme case of Multiple Personality Disorder resulting from…well, you probably know.’
  The visitor nodded.  ‘The so-called “Triple Changer” process.’
  ‘Yes,’ the doctor said, struggling to keep pace with the visitor as they walked to the interview room.  ‘The theory is that the physical trauma from undergoing the process shattered his mind into the state it’s in now.  It’s a shame, really.  From what I’ve heard of him, he was a real high-flier in the Elite Guard.’
  The visitor nodded but didn’t add to the conversation.  After a few seconds of uneasy silence the doctor tried again.  ‘Can I just say what an honor it is to have you here, Professor Mindwipe.  We-’
  ‘There is no need for thanks,’ Mindwipe replied bluntly.  ‘My only concern is helping the patient.’  They stopped outside of a heavily barred and reinforced door.  ‘He’s in there, I take it.’
  ‘Yes,’ said the doctor, opening a door a few feet away.  ‘But for safety’s sake, you’ll be conducting the interview from here.’
  Mindwipe followed the doctor into a small, very sturdy room decorated with two chairs, a control panel and a security screen.  The screen showed the inside of the interview room and its occupant, sitting at a plain silver table.  Mindwipe saw the twin cannons rising from the subject’s back and looked at the doctor, who waved his hand reassuringly.
  ‘There’s no need to worry.  We made sure that his cannons were disarmed before he was admitted.  He’s also bound to the chair with energy dampners, so he’s not going to cause any trouble.’
  Mindwipe nodded and turned his attention to the control panel.  He found the button for the intercom, pressed it and said, ‘Lieutenant Blitzwing?’
  In the interview room, Blitzwing raised his head in the direction of the voice.  ‘Yes?’
  ‘My name is Mindwipe, lieutenant.  I’m here to help you.’
  Blitzwing smiled coldly.  ‘I vas not avare that I needed help.’
  Denial, Mindwipe thought.  This was to be expected.  ‘Can you tell me why you’re here, lieutenant?’
  ‘Jealousy,’ Blitzwing replied.  ‘That, and an inability to look to the future.’
  ‘I see.  I heard that the Elite Guard had denounced the Triple Changer procedure as being unsafe.’
  The change was so fast it was shocking.  One second Mindwipe was looking at Blitzwing’s cool, contemptuous face, the next it was replaced by a purple, goggled face alive with sheer, unadulterated rage.
  ‘They vere idiots!’ Blitzwing roared, his voice now an enraged bellow.  ‘Becoming a Triple Changer can transform even the veakest of mechs into a superior being!  Magnus and his lackeys feared me when they saw what I had become, so they threw me in zis dump!’
  Before Mindwipe could ask his next question, Blitzwing’s face changed again, this time to a black face with a wide red grin.  ‘Oh, but it’s not so bad vunce you get used to it!  The singing, the dancing und ze weekly journeys through space und time.  Vhat vonders!’
  Mindwipe could the interview getting away from him.  ‘Lieutenant…’
  ‘Have you ever tasted the mech fluid of a fellow Cybertronian?’
  ‘Sorry?’
  ‘I said,’ Blitzwing replied, his original face back in place.  ‘When am I getting out of zis place?  It bores me.’
  ‘You’ll be out in good time,’ said Mindwipe.  ‘Now-’
  ‘No!’ Blitzwing screamed.  ‘You vill let me out now, you little vurm, or so help me I vill feed you your own spark!’
  ‘Please calm down, lieutenant,’ said the doctor.  ‘You’ll only injure yourself struggling against the dampners.’
  ‘You mean these?’ said Blitzwing, standing up from the chair.  He held four dampners in his hands.  ‘Very flimsy, these dampners.  I blame ze manufacturers myself.’
  A low moan of terror escaped the doctor’s mouth as Blitzwing brought his cannons to bear on one of the walls.  ‘He…he can’t do that.  His cannons…we…’
  A huge blast of energy from Blitzwing’s cannons reduced the wall to rubble, making Mindwipe wonder exactly what “disarming” meant to the average psychiatrist.
  He glanced at the doctor as he raced from the room screaming for security, then watched as Blitzwing transformed to tank mode, his cackles coming in through the room’s speakers as he trundled his way into the corridor.
  Gathering up his datapads, Mindwipe left the room and headed for the nearest exit.

‘Report.’
  Mindwipe looked up from the floor at the seated behemoth in front of him.  ‘The subject is somewhat…unstable, but powerful.  He destroyed a great deal of the asylum before they could bring him under control.’
  ‘Is he worth recruiting?’
  ‘I believe so.  His power and skills would be a great asset to the Decepticons, although his mental state could complicate matters.’
  ‘I will deal with his mental state when the time comes.  You have done well, Mindwipe.’
  Mindwipe got to his feet and saluted his commander.
  ‘Thank you, Lord Megatron.’

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‘So, what exactly is wrong with the subject?’
  The doctor shifted through his datapad’s entries, found what he was looking for and handed it to the visitor.  ‘As far as we can tell, it seems to be an extreme case of Multiple Personality Disorder resulting from…well, you probably know.’
  The visitor nodded.  ‘The so-called “Triple Changer” process.’
  ‘Yes,’ the doctor said, struggling to keep pace with the visitor as they walked to the interview room.  ‘The theory is that the physical trauma from undergoing the process shattered his mind into the state it’s in now.  It’s a shame, really.  From what I’ve heard of him, he was a real high-flier in the Elite Guard.’
  The visitor nodded but didn’t add to the conversation.  After a few seconds of uneasy silence the doctor tried again.  ‘Can I just say what an honor it is to have you here, Professor Mindwipe.  We-’
  ‘There is no need for thanks,’ Mindwipe replied bluntly.  ‘My only concern is helping the patient.’  They stopped outside of a heavily barred and reinforced door.  ‘He’s in there, I take it.’
  ‘Yes,’ said the doctor, opening a door a few feet away.  ‘But for safety’s sake, you’ll be conducting the interview from here.’
  Mindwipe followed the doctor into a small, very sturdy room decorated with two chairs, a control panel and a security screen.  The screen showed the inside of the interview room and its occupant, sitting at a plain silver table.  Mindwipe saw the twin cannons rising from the subject’s back and looked at the doctor, who waved his hand reassuringly.
  ‘There’s no need to worry.  We made sure that his cannons were disarmed before he was admitted.  He’s also bound to the chair with energy dampners, so he’s not going to cause any trouble.’
  Mindwipe nodded and turned his attention to the control panel.  He found the button for the intercom, pressed it and said, ‘Lieutenant Blitzwing?’
  In the interview room, Blitzwing raised his head in the direction of the voice.  ‘Yes?’
  ‘My name is Mindwipe, lieutenant.  I’m here to help you.’
  Blitzwing smiled coldly.  ‘I vas not avare that I needed help.’
  Denial, Mindwipe thought.  This was to be expected.  ‘Can you tell me why you’re here, lieutenant?’
  ‘Jealousy,’ Blitzwing replied.  ‘That, and an inability to look to the future.’
  ‘I see.  I heard that the Elite Guard had denounced the Triple Changer procedure as being unsafe.’
  The change was so fast it was shocking.  One second Mindwipe was looking at Blitzwing’s cool, contemptuous face, the next it was replaced by a purple, goggled face alive with sheer, unadulterated rage.
  ‘They vere idiots!’ Blitzwing roared, his voice now an enraged bellow.  ‘Becoming a Triple Changer can transform even the veakest of mechs into a superior being!  Magnus and his lackeys feared me when they saw what I had become, so they threw me in zis dump!’
  Before Mindwipe could ask his next question, Blitzwing’s face changed again, this time to a black face with a wide red grin.  ‘Oh, but it’s not so bad vunce you get used to it!  The singing, the dancing und ze weekly journeys through space und time.  Vhat vonders!’
  Mindwipe could the interview getting away from him.  ‘Lieutenant…’
  ‘Have you ever tasted the mech fluid of a fellow Cybertronian?’
  ‘Sorry?’
  ‘I said,’ Blitzwing replied, his original face back in place.  ‘When am I getting out of zis place?  It bores me.’
  ‘You’ll be out in good time,’ said Mindwipe.  ‘Now-’
  ‘No!’ Blitzwing screamed.  ‘You vill let me out now, you little vurm, or so help me I vill feed you your own spark!’
  ‘Please calm down, lieutenant,’ said the doctor.  ‘You’ll only injure yourself struggling against the dampners.’
  ‘You mean these?’ said Blitzwing, standing up from the chair.  He held four dampners in his hands.  ‘Very flimsy, these dampners.  I blame ze manufacturers myself.’
  A low moan of terror escaped the doctor’s mouth as Blitzwing brought his cannons to bear on one of the walls.  ‘He…he can’t do that.  His cannons…we…’
  A huge blast of energy from Blitzwing’s cannons reduced the wall to rubble, making Mindwipe wonder exactly what “disarming” meant to the average psychiatrist.
  He glanced at the doctor as he raced from the room screaming for security, then watched as Blitzwing transformed to tank mode, his cackles coming in through the room’s speakers as he trundled his way into the corridor.
  Gathering up his datapads, Mindwipe left the room and headed for the nearest exit.

‘Report.’
  Mindwipe looked up from the floor at the seated behemoth in front of him.  ‘The subject is somewhat…unstable, but powerful.  He destroyed a great deal of the asylum before they could bring him under control.’
  ‘Is he worth recruiting?’
  ‘I believe so.  His power and skills would be a great asset to the Decepticons, although his mental state could complicate matters.’
  ‘I will deal with his mental state when the time comes.  You have done well, Mindwipe.’
  Mindwipe got to his feet and saluted his commander.
  ‘Thank you, Lord Megatron.’