I've yet to make contact with any form of communication officer which dashes the very small blip of hope my coding, if I still had coding, had dredged up in that regard. It would never be as simple as being able to send out a distress beacon.

That would help, especially in regards to culture clashes and faction creation if it's diverse enough.

[He just blank stares at you for a moment. Then he's fumbling with the device to encrypt this small segment.]

It's the only logical conclusion considering some Decepticon shot me in the back and through my spark chamber right before this entire organic transformation happened.