By Fang Wolfsbane

"Primitive," Ratchet scoffed as he glared at the robotic recreations Sari's father had helped contribute to in terms of constructing the Jurassic animatronics that told of a world none of the humans currently roaming the planet's surface would be able to tell whether they were accurate or not.

For all they knew, the Tyrannosaurus Rex in front of the old medic was a bright pink with feathers plastered all over them enough to make a tropicana dancer jealous. Tyla smiled to herself. She always enjoyed the thought of maybe one day saving up enough money to travel the world and see one of those dances at some or other fancy club while getting drunk off her ass.

Too bad she wasn't born into the world of the rich and the famous.

But then again, how many humans could say that they were friends with robotic beings from out of space? Maybe her life wasn't as dull as she wished to claim.

"Hey, what's this one called?" Highdrive asked as he crouched in front of one of the dinosaur displays, one with a triangular head and three horns on its head.

"That's a Triceratops," Sari said, pointing towards the robot's head. "It's called that because of its three horns on its head that kind of make a triangle, see?"

"Oh!" Bumblebee grinned in excitement as he pointed up to one sitting on the top of a tree. "Then that has to be a zero-tops, right?"

In that moment Tyla knew Sari to be the better person between the two of them. At least she managed to keep herself from snorting at the yellow bot's misunderstanding. "No, that's a Pterodactyl."

"Oh," Bumblebee repeated, a sheepish smile on his face as Bulkhead leaned over his shoulder to get a better look at the bird-like dinosaur.

"There really weren't any humans around when these were?" Bulkhead asked, tilting his helm ever so slightly, causing the animatronic to copy his action. The bigger robot blinked and took a step back as if suddenly on alert.

"Nope, not one," Sari confirmed as she looked to Tyla as if seeking backup for her statement, "unless you count cavemen I guess?"

Tyla shrugged. As much as she liked the look of dinosaurs, she herself was very limited in terms of what was around during their time. She only knew a handful of names and that the big bang wiped out nearly every version of dinosaur to ever exist. Save for alligators, doves and maybe cockroaches. Though she was willing to bet that she was more or less wrong on that assumption.

With his arms crossed over his chest, Optimus stared at the legendary king of dinosaurs as if the animatronic might snap to life and start attacking him in some show of dominance. Not that she blamed him. Sumdac Industries had a habit of providing excellence when it came to robots. When they weren't rampaging through the city of course.

"Something the matter big guy?" Tyla asked as she sidled up to the big red mech, looking up to him.

"Something feels… off about them."

Tyla blinked. Paranoia about animatronics from the leader of the Autobots? Now that wasn't something you heard – or saw – every day. "What do you mean?"

O ptimus shrugged as he turned to move on to the next display when a loud primal-like roar caught their attention. The king of dinosaurs wasn't done being gawked at.

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