Now and then Rodimus speaks and the words aren't quite his own, though putting the voice print through an auditory analysis program would reveal no significant differences.

Now and then Rodimus moves, thinks, reacts in ways that he was never trained for, but that the ancient veterans of Cybertron's many wars might have found hauntingly familiar.

Now and then Rodimus dreams of an overcrowded spark chamber, eons and eons of Primes taking up all the space where Hot Rod used to dwell, shouting him down, forcing him out.