I’m really excited about it. Really. I grew up on these toys. I grew up losing the guns, and breaking my brother’s precious optimus prime. I used to take the sticker sheet, and peel off the border and stick it on my arm so it looks like I had buttons on my arm, like a robot boy.
But I was thinking the other day, in the story of the transformers, their spacecraft crash lands on earth many many years ago and stays buried. Eventually, Teletran-1, the spacecraft’s onboard computer comes back to life, coincidentally, during our modern days.
All the transformers robotic bodies were pretty much destroyed, but Teletran-1 detected all kinds of machinery on earth, and then was able to, kind of, inject the essence of a transformer into any other machine. And that’s how the Transformers came to life on earth.
But, imagine for a second you were a transformer. And you’ve got all your transformer buddies. The little yellow VW beetle, your friend Bumblebee, who you always kind of feel bad for because he’s so small and kind of a wuss. There’s the guy who got the white porsche, score for Jazz! Ironhide is always grumpy, but you would be too if you got a pickup truck.
But imagine Teletran-1 was doing all this, and got to your name and thought, “hmm. What kind of body should he get?” and you got a streetcar. How much would THAT suck? You’d be stuck on the tracks and have a top speed of like, 35 km/h.
Bumblbee would run up to you and say “Hey, Megatron and his deceptacons are attacking in the west end! We gotta re-group with the Autobots!”
You reply. “Uh, yea, you go ahead, I’ll catchup. It’s not on my route, so I’ll have to walk half way…unless, like, can you give me a ride?”
“Sorry dude, you’re to big. I’m a VW beetle.”
“Wuss.”
January 25th, 2007 | Life, Movies | No comments