It all did make sense, but Megatron still felt a certain... pressure, as if they were losing time. He'd seen how long political reforms - especially if the Senate didn't like it - could take, and they did not have time.
Growling, he crossed his arms, back straight as he followed Optimus' pacing. He wasn't sure what he thought about this conversation overall; he did not have any power really here, and yet the Prime was affording him not just the respect of listening to what he was saying, but the merits of it... And also the illusion of power. His suggestions, his wants held no power, useful or not.
But to be quiet would be to betray his own cause, especially as he felt like Optimus was still being too cautious, not observant enough of the dangers presented.
"Soon? Try now, Prime, within the half-vorn; it would give a lot of mechs and femmes jobs, and it'd make a wider use of the resources we do have, and which the fools at the top are merely stockpiling, creating choke-points and artificial poverty of goods." He hadn't always been this insightful, of course, but he'd had time as a gladiator, and especially after to find out how things worked, what was going on.
"... If the majority of the drones were destroyed, you could always push that it'd be a waste of resources to manufacture new ones, and that there's a perfectly capable work-force available without waste of resources to manufacture new ones," Megatron said, nearly offhandedly, his voice bland as he looked away from the pacing Prime, out over the skyline of Iacon.
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Date: 2012-05-26 06:26 pm (UTC)Growling, he crossed his arms, back straight as he followed Optimus' pacing. He wasn't sure what he thought about this conversation overall; he did not have any power really here, and yet the Prime was affording him not just the respect of listening to what he was saying, but the merits of it... And also the illusion of power. His suggestions, his wants held no power, useful or not.
But to be quiet would be to betray his own cause, especially as he felt like Optimus was still being too cautious, not observant enough of the dangers presented.
"Soon? Try now, Prime, within the half-vorn; it would give a lot of mechs and femmes jobs, and it'd make a wider use of the resources we do have, and which the fools at the top are merely stockpiling, creating choke-points and artificial poverty of goods." He hadn't always been this insightful, of course, but he'd had time as a gladiator, and especially after to find out how things worked, what was going on.
"... If the majority of the drones were destroyed, you could always push that it'd be a waste of resources to manufacture new ones, and that there's a perfectly capable work-force available without waste of resources to manufacture new ones," Megatron said, nearly offhandedly, his voice bland as he looked away from the pacing Prime, out over the skyline of Iacon.