User blog:Spikewitwicky/January 22, 2020 - Spike's Journal Entry



Well, I turned 50 today.

Not exactly 50. I mean, yes. 50. I was born in 1970. To Susan.

However, thanks to a few de-aging incidents, I've been told I have the 'makeup' of someone in their early 40s, ditto Carly. But for all practical purposes, I'm 50. That's what it says on my birth certificate.

And I'm on Cybertron. I was told the shuttle couldn't take off for Earth, so I'm here for another few days. As the pilot said "better here than up there." Scales and Dust Devil made me feel at home. Dusty even gave me a sort of 'digital' journal. It's really cool. The sheets look and feel like real paper. And the stylus feels like a pen. Not one of those 'peel away' things that you wrote on and peeled off as a child.

Still, I wish I was at home.

That said...50 years. It still boggles the mind. It's hard to believe that 36 of those years have been with the Autobots. And somehow, I'm still walking.