[Sentinel lay on his bed, wrapped in a blanket,sleeping. Enough time had passed that he had time to get tired. At first, he didn't want to go to bed, since he had found a way to break out the cage,but after he started working on his kaidans,he realized he simply had no strength. He /had to rest/.—

[The man walked from side to side. He needs to come up with something. Optimus was taken away a long time ago. Or was he? Damn, it's so hard without a chronometer! How do these organicists even count time in this situation?! He didn't like this body, it was weak, it was pathetic. /He hates it./ —

[The sound of dripping water and machinery working brought the robot back to consciousness. The image slowly loaded. When everything became clear, he began to examine the place with curiosity. So many different bots going in different directions. Work is in full swing.

[Optimus' processor floated in a dark void, yet it felt as if his frame was being crushed under the weight of a boulder. Where was he? What had happened to him?] [All the Prime could remember was arriving to an old factory before everything had gone dark. He... he had been looking for someone, —

[Optimus had been driving along Detroit's streets for the entire night, trying to get in contact with Sentinel's commlink for the good majority of it. It was as if the other Prime had disappeared from the face of Earth entirely, and no matter what Optimus tried, he could not reach —

[Prime was driving down the road. He noticed that the traffic on the roads had become less congested. As he remembered from the news he read, many people left this city. Well, Sentinel is not surprised. If he were an ordinary citizen, he would also have gone to a safe place. —

М.Е.С.Н. I don't know who these guys work for. But this is very important information, what we need. As I understand it, they're trying to speak for the people. And it looks like I'll have to go to the mayor's office to talk about this. Arrghhh more work, great.

What kind of genius put parental controls on him?

"Oh shit" [Sentinel frowned. This was what he had been afraid of. People that are against them. They're afraid of them. The worst thing is, it looks like riots are about to start. They don't need it now. He needed to figure out what to do with it.]

[Leaning back in his chair, Prime looked at the completed reports in front of him. He sighed and took out his subspace Cy-gar. Another report on the state of resources and situations in the colonies. The recent riots were suppressed, —

What is this Pride Month?

[Prime was walking through the corridors. He was on break and had just returned from the cafeteria. But then some kind of ball rolled past him. At first, he didn't understand what had happened until the ball opened and the sparkling fell to the floor.] "What the-" —

I'm taking a break from paperwork. I'll demand a raise for overtime.

[Sentinel sat at the table filling out paperwork. Report Report and report. The Autobot noticed that Magnus often was going somewhere, so the work with the documentation falls on him. The image he had built /for centuries/ simply began to crumble. First, the clone destroyed Magnus's image, —

Cliffjumper had not found any amusement using the new app he had installed. But it was the fastest way to stay in communication and observation of their departed Magnus. The communications from the Earth's web to Cybertron always seemed hours behind the occurrence or post. So updates were...-

SOMEONE BLOCKED MAGNUS PLEASE HE WELL HAKED YEAH DECEPTICONS HAKED HIM AND MAKE SUCH THIIGD I sure it's Shockwave! So yeah! Blok Magnus and dont look until it's not be fixed!

Danmm I just wanna return my amicaa I miss my amica i miss him a lot My spark hurts about thisss So empty..so lonely..

@halkheart.bsky.social GIIRRLLLL Thete is so nuch porm here. Did you know? Jiizzzz

Bruuhhh I forgot to tyrn out intenet whrn i started drinkung uuhhhhh

[Prime saw an advertisement for a plush him and was surprised by it and went to the website. Ah... it's the Hаlk. ... {Payment was successful. The PlushPrime Optimus will be in your mailbox within a couple of days.}]

[There was a loud and distinct sound of footsteps along the corridors of the ship. The heel clicked confidently on the iron floor. Judging by the tempo and volume, it was clear whoever was approaching was angry and in a hurry. Prime was deep in thought. Optimus... he's an idiot! —

[Prime woke up rubbing his optics. He stared into space for a moment. Without thoughts, without emotions, just emptiness. After recent events, this was Sentinel's usual state. He rubbed his faceplate with a heavy sigh. The Autobot hadn't felt such a strong apathy in a long time.—

Oh [quack].

[Prime looked at this post thoughtfully. Photo... He himself only had a couple of photos of his sparkling... Sentinel sighed, shaking his helmet and putting the datapad aside. He cannot celebrate this holiday.]

Listen, what kind of pervert has appeared here, which staring at other bot's chassis?

Hi! I'm First Aid! I'm a autobot medic and a member of the protectorbots! Currently I'm the only member of my... Group here right now! I can't wait to meet other Autobots!!

[Prime stood near the table, clearing everything off it. The assembly of the prosthesis was only recently completed. Of course, this required manual adjustments, which is why it took much longer. Sentinel sighed, rubbing his neck. Working with small details was tiring. —

We should put the Starscreams in a arena and make them fight to the death. Whoever survives is the original.

Should we tell him that we even know that it was Starscream who got rid of Megatron by attaching a bomb to him?

[The Sentinel looked at the message for a moment. Something... Something was unusual here. Which made him feel a little embarrassed.] "Looks like he still thinks I'm unstable." [He snorted, though the finials moved weakly.]

Hello, everybot n' everybody. How's it going? I am Jazz. Joined this platform to learn more about this curious world around us and share experiences. Gonna be happy to chat! Feel free to hang out with me whenever I am not on duty 🎼 🎶 🎵

[From: Sentinel Prime, To: Halk; tag(s): Apple-cora] Can we talk? @halkheart.bsky.social

You know, you people have a better developed psychology than we do.

[Prime almost choked on his energon.] "Organic? INSECTS?! I understand why it's important to have good connections with them. BUT LET THEM ENTER CYBERTRON?!" [The Sentinel was /horrified/ by this news. Does this old man not even think about what he's doing?! —

[The Autobot walked along the corridors of the ship heading towards the dining room. His steps were slow and unhurried. Only recently was he finally able to walk. The claw wound was deep and damaged a couple of wires, so for some time, Prime couldn't move his leg at all. —

Gacha games are a pretty profitable business if the game is successful.

I see you people are pranksters , I will never watch the anime you recommend again.

I think that the Winx authors have ruined all the potential of the Trix. These women are capable of a lot /without being someone's servants or assistants./

Just took a little test. What are the zodiac signs???

Reading can be tiring sometimes, so I decided to watch some local cartoons. It's surprising that you have cartoons for adults too.

[Sentinel sighed wearily, lowering the datapad. He looked at the ceiling of the medbay. There was a whirlwind of different emotions inside him. Today...of course, was a rather busy day of information. Who would have thought that people could come up with so many things? —

What is omegaverse?

Why is Ultra Magnus portrayed as an old, perverted man obsessed with power?

WHO THE HELL THROWS WORK WITHOUT FINISHING THIS?!

These fanfics hardly convey the real character. This is some kind of perverted vision

Some of your, humans, movies are boring, so I decided to look for something to read. What is fanfiction? Is this some kind of genre of literature?

Lying in the medbay is disgusting. I would like tuning out to be on the Cybertron hospital ward, preferably for the highest ranks. Unfortunately, these are unrealistic dreams.

Argh... I feel like I'm getting sleepy. Well, it's better than enduring this state.

I hope this idiot gets lost somewhere in the forest and no one finds him.

[The plow truck drove along the empty road that led to the city of Detroit. To be honest, he drove slowly, so to speak reluctantly. The bot understood /what awaited him there/. And he didn't really want to face the consequences. Although he believed that his commander —