Transformers Optimus Prime Artwork Novels & Stories

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou

“Why that of all the sculptures and other arts in the library?” She shrugged her shoulder. “I don’t know. I’m just drawn into it. It’s like when you enter a room and suddenly hear a faint sound of piano, the melody reaching out to you, as if summoning you closer.” A genuine smile crossed his lips. “The Prime is one of the ancient creatures in the world. They originated from this very land.” Chessa glanced at him. “You seemed to know about them. You also said they’re a fruit of sins and wars, right? Did you know who’s the artist that made them? I mean, they’re myth, aren’t they?”

He goes silent for ten whole seconds before replying in a different tone, “The Optimus Prime is bigger too right, Mummy? Optimus Prime is one hundred thousand times bigger than Superman, right Mummy? Right?" I heave in relief when he's no longer upset by the excitement of his voice, "Yeah. Optimus Prime can even transform into robot and truck but Superman cannot." Being a mom of two boys, my life is filled with robots and superheros. I can't help but wonder if I'm having boys too or girls for a change when I was pregnant with his children. Crisis is resolved; Cruz agreed to wear the Optimus Prime pyjamas. I glance at my watch to check the time, it's 7. No wonder they are having pyjamas battl

"If we show them the beauty of the shift, the 'Silent Remnant' loses its primary weapon: the shock of the sighting." Her art didn't depict monsters; it depicted Transcendence. She showed the "Leviathans" of the deep Aether as celestial gardeners. She depicted the "Warg" transformation not as a horrific rupture of flesh, but as a blossoming of golden energy. Across the globe, millions of people paused their panicked scrolls to look up at murals that pulsed in time with the Earth’s natural resonance. It was a mass-scale "Visual Stabilizer," a creative counter-measure designed to dampen the Acute Magic Shock that Commander Haxon was counting on.