Human on Cybertron

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Veda's point of view.

Being a second year arts and design study has its shared of magical moments. However, it wasn't simple as you all may think. It's a never ending frenzy of project management, innovation, and the continual anxiety of falling short of my own standards. Sometimes, i believe that's the part of the challenge: crafting something that speaks to both others and myself. But i've always enjoyed a challenge. That may be considered a component of my personality.

Let me introduce myself.

I'm Veda Athena Leal Agbayani. You may call me Veda instead and yes i have a lengthly name, so leave me alone. I am the first born daughter of a mixed race house hold. My father is a Filipino from the Philippines and my mother is American from the United states. Growing up in a family that merged into two cultures was an adveture in and of itself. My dad would tell me stories of his youthful days in the Philippines.

Filled with warmth of the family reunions, traditional filipino foods, hospitality and more. My Mother would tell me about some of her childhood recollections from her time in the states. They offered me a piece of themselves, expecting that i would appreciate my history for who i am from both sides. And i am proud of it.

I've spent my whole life, balancing these two cultures and what it means to have Filipino heritage and also american heritage. It is quite culture shock for me but to be honest, it feels great. I also reflect it on my art as well. Pulling off both culture, trying to blend them into something that makes sense. I even present it to the class and got a higher grade because of it.

One thing i love the most is the transformers. Any kind of transformer series. . .I remember that it all started when i was a child, when Transformers were introduced and i became obsessed with it. Becoming a huge fun of the fandom and i will take chances to watch any kind of transformers movies i can. Even spenting my money, it was worth it.

Back to the story cause we getting out of a hand. I recently completed seeing transformers one, which i had been looking forward to for a long time. The casting, the narrative, the music, and overall the quality are all excellent, particullary the mythology. I know the basic of Optimus prime vs megatron from the beginning of the transformers franchise, but i am curious about their genesis and reasons.  Fortunately, the film shows it all. Optimus prime was previously known as Orion pax while Megatron was known as D-16 before becoming a tryant warlord and leader of the decepticons.

It's endearing to watch Orion Pax smiling and full of optimism, since he feels that there is a brighter future for all cybertronians, especially the miners without transformation gears. D-16 is the more relaxing side, who understands him but also worries a lot. Watching their brotherly closeness in that film made me grin a lot.

However, it unfolded as shown in the film, with the truth revealed and the beginning of the end. I watched with a pained grimace as Optimus Prime was forced to expel Megatron from the Iacon. He appears to be devastated that his once best friend and brother has betrayed him and everyone by choosing a route that will not benefit him in the future. It broke my heart to see his look, though.

As I returned home, I couldn't stop thinking about how Orion must have felt, witnessing his closest friend and brother abandon all they believed in, choosing the route that would split them apart. It hurts, and think how painful it is to know that someone you care about might change so dramatically that you no longer recognize them.

That kind of scared me. What if one day, individuals I care about change in ways I can't understand? But when I got home, I shrugged off the ideas and focused on my thesis topic. I arrived as he was putting away my belongings before walking to my workroom to begin my art project. My deadline is approaching, and I wanted to make some progress. Before devising a strategy, I considered the subject of duality, or how two opposed forces work together to advance one individual. One mind and soul, or perhaps something else.

"Augh, this is hopeless!" I screamed to myself, slamming my head on my work table as another failed thought came to mind. I couldn't figure out what I wanted to communicate about the work. Then a thought crossed my head. I sat up, took out my notebook, and started drawing, allowing my pencil to slide and glide across the surface as I worked.

I didn't realize how long I'd been drawing since I was so focused on my job. The clock struck midnight, and I was utterly knocked out. I am fast asleep. My pencil slid out of my fingers as I fell asleep. Without realizing it, the laptop's screen began to light, then brighten, as everything grew wide, including myself.

I didn't know how long I'd been out till then. .....I had a strange feeling. Something is poking me. Someone poked my side, as if to rouse me up. I swat it away and turn back to my sid to resume sleeping. But it continues poking me. I was ready to yell at the person who kept poking me and disrupting my sleep when I halted. I felt the feeling of the poke. It wasn't a usual poke. .Not how a person pokes. I felt it. .Cold and. ... hard?? 

'okay. .This is perplexing,' I thought as I patted my palm on where I was lying and felt a metal. "What the fuck?" I mumbled as I opened my eyes and sat up, glancing around to see that I wasn't in my room or at my untidy desk. I gazed around in awe as I realized I was in a metropolis. ..A subterranean metropolis lay before me. I gazed for a second before being poked again.

This time, I gently turned around to find myself gazing at a tall person with a trademark of red and blue around their frame, and their eyes gleamed softly in a dim way, holding a peculiar expression. This made my heart skip a beat as awareness hit me. "No way," I thought as I glanced at the towering figure, instinctively recognizing who it was.

I realized I wasn't at my apartment anymore. .I was in the fucking cybertron. And the towering figure that stands before me is none other than.

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Orion Pax. . . . .

what did i get myself into?!