|Classics, thought lost? Transformers: Scramble City?|
On one side: Ratchet, and on the obverse: Starscream, himself unconvincing as a scientist, held the keys to life, like arbiters before an unseen, yet unexplained creation force.
Ratchet the utilitarian, the repair bot, along with the human Spark Plug. Ratchet with the lights synchronized with his speech, evoking a hearing test or even Frankenstein's monster with protrusions from the side of his head.
What does he know about the life force of the robots?
And even the Matrix began at some point, maybe even at the death of the first Prime of all-itself becoming connected to the sauce of mechanical life, become legendary, besought like a metallo-electrical Grail. Insistence on winning the war became purple-skinned urgency in the Age of Galvatron and with the meddling of Unicron and the Quintessons.
But the Matrix contains life made already, and not a creation force. The Transformer soul must be some kind of electrical sentient thing, as from a region of space where thoughts themselves, once they occur, have mass as of being matter, becoming matter.
After Steel City in which the disembodied arm of Optimus Prime fired it's big gun like a sentry, rumors of independent animation surfaced, and even whispers of zombiedom amongst the Insecticons, that every part of Optimus Prime had a deadly potential.
Cut him to pieces, and even the pieces might pursue you.
This squares with the Allspark of the popular films, that animating force that could and would give life to anything, like even in one instance, soda cans and a commercial drink machine.
The Transformers are largely distinctive in robot mode, but vehicle mode makes them even more unique and diverse in skills, whether they be a fast car, a slow off-road vehicle, a construction machine or a large truck.
Dead in the films is the myth of miniturization. That Soundwave, himself a large bulky square-ish robot, could make himself into a tiny cassette player. One of the coolest and most versatile of the Decepticons is then an anachronism in need of a redesign, if not for the sake of simple style, then to become sensible in the physical universe without shrinking himself down to a smaller size in transformed mode.
I also think, miniturization not withstanding, it is comfortable, natural(facetious?) for them to be in robot mode, affecting a humanoid form. To be in vehicle mode then might be akin to appearing in blackface-as to be pretending, bending to conform to social norms.
|Science, and therefore scientists, have always been at the mercy of generals.|
|Big Bot, big gun, even bigger whoop-ass.|