Ch. 1 – An interview with Optimus…
Reporter: Hello, Mr. Prime.
Optimus: Good evening.
Reporter: I'm here today on a special assignment to interview you, is that correct?
Optimus: Is a toolbox full of… yes, that's correct. Did you receive clearance?
Reporter: Yes, your Director of National Intelligence gave it to me.
Optimus: Hmm, I see. Very well, what are your questions?
Reporter: You hail from the world of Cyber star, is that right Mr. Prime?"
Optimus: Something like that. Anything less obvious you'd like to ask?
Reporter, rummaging through her papers: Let's see, are you aware of your following?
Optimus: Excuse me?
Reporter: Your fan following. Are you aware you've accumulated quite an audience?
Optimus: I know the world is divided on their views of Autobots and Decepticons, yes.
Reporter: Specifics?
Optimus: I'm not entirely sure. I have a couple of civilian humans I am quite attached to, a core group of humans abbreviated NEST I and my fellow Autobots work with. That's about it.
Reporter: What if I said that wasn't it.
Optimus: Then I'd have to strongly question where you're coming from.
Reporter: There is an elite group of fan based internet followers who have devoted their lives to finding out every single aspect about you. My God, Optimus, they've written countless stories on you, they've acquired numerous pieces of painted plastic in your image. They're unstoppable!
Optimus, urgently: Are they a threat to the world?
Reporter: No, but they do want you and Megatron to hook up and engage in intercourse.
Optimus: This interview is over.
Reporter, running after the transforming and speeding away Autobot:
Did I mention your like a father-figure to most of them!.?
Optimus drives away into the setting sun.
To be continued…
~ Lavenderpaw ~