Optimus Prime In Age Of Extinction Novels & Stories

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

Daniel's voice closer now, right outside Junior's room. "I slept with Optimus but now he's gone! I looked everywhere but can't find him!" Alina stood at her bedroom door, hand still on the handle, listening with growing dread. Optimus Prime. The Transformers robot Alina had given Junior three years ago. The toy Junior took everywhere. That he hugged every night. That he considered his protector. Gone. "Maybe it fell under the bed," Daniel's voice trying to be calm. "Or in the bathroom. Let's look together."

In the center of the map, a large blue circle pulsed slowly, marking the source of the threat, beneath the earth's core. "This is bigger than we thought," Riska whispered, her face pale. "The Core Prime network is already active globally." Bima stared at the red dots burning away memories and destroying nutrition. This was no longer a war against mere zombies, this was a war against an emotionless intelligence that wanted to wipe happiness from the face of the earth. "We have to figure out how to stop it," Lia said, gripping Bima’s hand, her eyes full of determination. "Nothing can stop the evolution of optimization," Core Prime hissed. "Your systems will be paralyzed. Your instant noodles w

“That’s not a nice thing to say, son. You’re lucky she’s just a baby and doesn’t understand what you’re saying yet. If Ophelia was a little older, your words would hurt her deeply.” Alister glances over his shoulder at the back seat and sighs. “The name is Optimus Prime, not Ophelia, dad. Also, I heard what the maids said. Mommy isn’t my real mommy and Optimus' dad is uncle Lenox. So, she is not my sister.” Cold shivers run down my spine as I listen to my son lay it out on me. First, an unknown sense of dread fills me, but soon, it turns into hot, seething rage that burns through my entire being.

They say all good things must come to an end, but what was good about the human race? We were always broken. The intercom buzzed with the voice of a young female. “He’s here.” “Who is?” asked David, the lead scientist in an underground bunker. “The president of Project Humanity’s Last Resort. He told me he is here for a progress check. Word of advice, you should get outside while you still can sir, you’re getting irritable.” “Let him in and learn to mind your damn business. My well-being is none of your concern.” scolded David.

For a terrifying second, I thought I might not get up. Kade abandoned Prime momentarily and barreled into the Forsaken, buying me precious seconds. I crawled forward, vision blurry, until Sable reached down and hauled me to my feet. “We have to go!” she shouted. “Now! Kade will follow, he always does!” “I’m not leaving him!” I snarled, shoving her off even as my legs threatened to melt of their own accord. 00:00:07 Seven seconds. Unit Prime rose again from the wreckage, half its body burned and mangled from earlier explosions, yet those golden eyes were still alive, so was whatever purpose it was after. “Self-destruct sequence irreversible. All organic targets will be eliminated.”

Now, it was being consumed by a Conceptual Decay. Black, oil-like streaks of "Non-Existence" were crawling up the marble, erasing the textures as they went. In the center of the pyramid, suspended in a cage of fading light, was the Architect-Prime. It didn't look like a god anymore. It looked like a tired old man made of flickering light, his features blurring as the system tried to reclaim his data. "You... arrived," the Prime whispered, his voice sounding like the crackle of a dying radio. "I calculated... a 0.04% chance that you would care enough to witness the end."

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

His composure could very well be real and the breaks merely fits of levity interrupting a brooding slog. "I'm twenty-two," he said. After a moment, he elaborated. "In both senses. Literally and physically. My mother turned me when I was fourteen." "So you're-" "We still age, Lavinia. We age normally until we reach our prime. Our predetermined prime. Then once we reach our, ah, optimal stage, we pause, remaining there in perfection." "You are still getting older?" "As far as I can tell, yes. I haven't noticed as many changes recently, but your early twenties do not really have many growth spurts. Surely you've experienced the same."

Pascha said, glancing offscreen, “and if your mommy says yes.” I pretended not to hear. Max gave me a quick look, then whispered toward the screen, “Don’t worry. I’ll work on her.” Pascha tried not to laugh. “You’re my son.” “I’m Optimus Prime’s son,” Max said proudly. ::: The meeting room was filled with sunlight pouring in through the tall windows of Romanov Corp’s top floor. On the wall, a projector displayed a digital map of the mine site and its distribution routes in sharp, contrasting colors.