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11^th August 1986

Dear Barry,

Thank you so much for selecting me to play the role of Unicron in Transformers: The Movie. I have read the script and absolutely love it. (It’s a sort of Lear in space wouldn’t you say?) If you would indulge me, I have a slight addition I would like to make to the dialogue provided. I feel that a brief soliloquy, just prior to Unicron devouring the moons of Cybertron and, as a consequence, Jazz, Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, and Spike, would more clearly frame his state of mind. Please consider the following merely a suggestion.

What do you think?

Yours, Orson

EXT – SPACE – NIGHT

On the point of exhaustion, Unicron turns to his vanquisher Rodimus Prime.

UNICRON

(Weakly)

It’s good to see you Rodimus. You and I aren’t heroes you know, this galaxy doesn’t make any heroes …

Look down there … Would you feel any pity if one of those Autobots stopped activating forever? If I offered you Two Zillion Quazseks for every Autobot that powered down would you really, old man, tell me to keep my money? Or would you calculate how many Autobots you could afford not to transform? Free of Space Tax, old man … free of Space Tax. It’s the only way to save money nowadays. Oh, Rodimus Prime, what fools we are, talking to each other this way. As though I would do anything to you – or you to me. You’re just a little mixed up about things … in general. Nobody thinks in terms … of Decepticons or Insecticons. The Autobot Matrix of Leadership doesn’t, so why should we? They talk about Quintessons, and the Lithonians. I talk about Jazz and Windcharger …. It’s the same thing. They have their plan to destroy Cybertron and its moons … and so have I.

(Fading)

I still do believe in the power of Transformation, old man … I believe in Skywarp and Megatron and all that … The powered down are happier powered down. They don’t miss much here … Oh Rodimus, Don’t be so gloomy. After all, it’s not that awful. Remember in Cybertron, for thirty parsecs under the Decepticons, they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed, but they produced Soundwave, Scourge, and Starscream. In Ceti Alpha Seven, they had brotherly love. They had five hundred Zantrells of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The Scorponok. So long, Rodimus.

[He dies. A hero]