I am not impressed
There is no sound in space.
Sound is caused by vibrations passing through a medium, which is recorded by the external auditory system, transmitted to the internal substructure, and sent to the mainframe where it is lastly deciphered by the automatic data processing system. That is sound.
Thus, without a medium, sound cannot be.
Therefore, you could be led to believe that the Decepticon, Soundwave, was floating in a soundless world, orbiting around the planet Earth, when that in fact was not the case.
No, because there was a never ending buzzing in his auditory interceptors.
Constant, irritating buzzing. Of millions – billions – organic earthlings talking, chatting, conversation and otherwise communicating amongst themselves.
Oblivious to the evil alien entity latched on to their pathetic excuse of a satellite system. Hacking and infiltrating their so-called privacy.
Honestly, Soundwave had no interest in their conversations, neither in the television shows, since he was only searching for one thing.
One mobile phone amongst billions.
He had surely not been given the easiest task, but he kept hunting for one vague connection.
Always with the buzzing.
Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing…
Click…
Secondary target found, source originating from Paris.
A television show immediately displayed; answering a thought question.
Paris, capital of France… also known as Paris Region… population 2.167.994… Europe… world's leading… fashion and art…popular tourist destination… This is… signing off…
Soundwave's red optics fixated on the glowing blue and green planet below him, focusing on the continent known as 'France', storing its location for further use.
Then he called the secondary target, whose designation was identified as Judy Witwicky.
"Hell- oh. Bon… soir?" a voice said in the other end, uncertain of the prober use of the word.
Bonsoir – French: interjection, noun. Translation; good evening.
"Where is the boy?" Soundwave, of course, did not linger with the details. He was searching for the boy, the primary target and the earthling could be achieved through the secondary target.
"Excuse me?"
"Where is the boy?" Soundwave repeated, knowing very well that even though he could register the human clearly, the femme could not hear him properly. Shortly, while waiting for the answer, he caught himself turning his vision at the stars beyond the planet Earth. But as the female answering, he turned to stare in the general direction of 'Paris'.
"Oh, that's nice," she answered sarcastically. "Look, mister, I'm not impressed by your perverted panting. Jezz."
Click. Beep, beep, beep…
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Huh…