Earthsparked

I'm a bit slow and backlogged, but vaguely around! -March 24, 2026

Being held gently by a giant alien robot might not fix me, but - no, actually, it would.

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First of all: the age gap determines the length and intensity of our music. Their music must go on for SO MCFREAKIN LONG. They’re millions of years old, you can’t tell me they wouldn’t sit there taking ages to consider a whole song that lasts hours from start to finish. While our songs are, at best, 15 minutes, in some very rare cases. As such, they have a lot to work with, creating mini masterpieces in one long song. The closest we come to is concerts and orchestral performances, and even then, they’re much too short. That said, our music is jam-PACKED with intense emotional creativity. We don’t have much time to waste drawing out the chorus, and though their computer brains do work faster, our human brains have more to consider and process all at once, concluding entire stories and conversations in one second, while a Cybertronian crunches numbers in an amazing battle scenario. And we make so much more music in one generation than they would in three.

Second: physiology breeds a whole new range of hearing/vocalizations that we could never hope to hear or reproduce. We have a limited hearing range even among other organics on our own planet, while Cybertronians can produce and hear squeaks and rumbles beyond our comprehension. There are likely some ranges of sounds that would be physically and mentally unsafe or mass-insanity inducing for humans to hear that they would consider common-use in their music. And what we can’t produce of our own ability, we created instruments to do for us, and trained ourselves to play them professionally. They have variety of sound on their side, which allows for multiple parts in a single song. We don’t, and while it makes our music rather repetitive, it does allow for a variety of genres and Depth. Both species have variety, just in different dimensions; Cybertronians spread theirs out in longer music, while humans display ours in layers over short bursts (ie, drums, bass, vocals, etc). Different aspects, all at once and each with their own variety that compliments all other aspects or repeats later in the song, often at a different octave to tickle that pleasant part of our brains for that ‘sheer awesomeness’ response. Again, a physiological response that may baffle some Cybertronians, and leads to—

Third: the Human Response to music. Music isn’t a necessity to survival. It took Cybertronians probably millions of years to think ‘hey, these vocalizations in concert sound kinda neat, maybe I could share this,’ while humans have made millions of songs in less than a decade. It is such a pleasurable activity, to create, to share, to listen, to consider, to remember music, that our bodies physically react; hair raising, spine-tingling, eye-dilating, smiling, weeping, memory-inducing, thought-provoking human music. Idk if there are any “reproductions” of Cybertronian music someone tried producing out there, but dang, it’s gotta be wildly different from anything we could ever come up with.

And I’m here for it. :) I wanna see reaction videos of Cybertronians listening to human music, and vice versa.

This is absolutely genius! Love how you framed this and your ideas!

Music is such an inextricable part of being human, I can definitely see this being a way we end up bonding.

Not to shitpost on your beautiful concepts, but it also brings to mind Jazz offering to play some music from Cybertron that really slaps, then smiling and standing there in total silence to see how you react.

(He’s not actually playing music.)

(Will you agree it slaps or fess up, he wants to know. For SpecOps reasons. Totally.)

Oh, GREAT question!

I’m gonna sidestep biology a little because…well, organic alien biology is probably as weird to them as it would be to us. What I find especially interesting though is what they’d think about how we portray those species and how we portray or frame our interactions with them in fiction.

Otherwise. It’d be a mixed bag, wouldn’t it! You have things like the Xenomorph/Alien franchise where it’s pure horror, our own bodies turned against us and danger lurking. I feel like they’d consider that a pretty reasonable thing to fear, really. Organic bodies ARE squishy and some organics reproduce in a weird-ass way. They have things like scraplets and shadowplay, I think they’d understand the basis of those fears regarding bodily autonomy and integrity, and be sympathetic (if a little mystified at our apparent love for exploring such things in fiction). Some mech would inevitably go “wait, is this meant to be some weird exploration of what getting unexpectedly pregnant feels like for humans” and Rung would probably get like five or six papers published in The Journal of Xenopsychology on this phenomenon.

The invasion movies like War of the Worlds or Independence Day would probably lean toward two camps: the guys who get that sometimes it’s really just loud explodey shoot-em-ups with a nebulous outside presence as a disposable bad guy; and the ones who can look deeper and see how the whole genre can be considered based on very real fears and societal problems. Invasion is a mirror image for the issue of colonialism…but also fears of your powerful empire being toppled from outside forces…which…yeah. They would both understand that from their own experiences on Cybertron AND from, you know, themselves being a diaspora on Earth. That side of things can be real ugly. That’s a fascinating genre of study tbh. Sometimes it’s just a shit-ton of racism.

Then there’s the ones where we kinda just want to be friends with the aliens but some of us are also sort of scared, and scared people with something to protect and a lot of money and guns at hand are sometimes gonna do stupid, stupid things. The ending of The Iron Giant, man…

I think the takeaway from things like that and ET, etc, where first contact is a little scary but the aliens are neutral or even well-intentioned, and humanity is split in its reaction, would be the most useful for the Cybertronians. Because that seems like it’d be the most realistic.

There’s even some media where it’s made clear humanity’s reaction being fear or hate is 100% wrong even if things are a little muddled about the alien’s intentions. One of my personal underrated favorites is Super 8. I think they’d respect that at the very least, we ARE aware of how reactionary we can be, and that it can be damaging not only to others but to ourselves.

…there would also be others (Whirl) who would love to tell gross-out scary stories about both real and not real aliens they’ve met and freak out the humans just because.

They roll up on Earth for whatever reason, and everything in them on a spark deep level is saying “these tiny organics are LIKE YOU. They’re LIKE YOU in a way no other species has ever been.”

Even before they do pick up Earth languages, you still manage to communicate well enough because there is something shared, something familiar. Just deeper than words.

It can be fun playing with ideas like whether humans can or can’t feel EM fields, what that might actually look like, if they’re big and powerful or barely there, if we subconsciously or consciously can control them or not. If, on the flipside, something in us sees Cybertronians for the first time and goes “you’re made of metal but you’re LIKE ME.” Not a thing but a person.

Maybe we do feel EM fields, maybe we do it all the time among each other. Maybe that’s what mirror neurons are for. But we don’t recognize it because it’s just normal, until confronted with an alien mechanical species that should be terrifying and Other and instead they’re instantly not. They’re familiar. Not because of how they look but because of how they feel.

Definitely! And in the summer, the ones with alt modes that are vehicles would have air conditioning.

Human: waves while standing in front of a fridge, eating olives out of the jar

Mech 2: Oh that? One of the ship’s humans.

Mech 1: Why is there a little guy here. What are they doing.

Mech 2: I dunno, they wander the ship and get into stuff. They’re nice to have around, though. One of them bit Whirl once, it was funny.

Mech 1: There’s more than one?

Mech 2: Yeah, couple of ‘em. They move in packs sometimes. It’s cute to watch.

Mech 1: What’s it doing now

Human: is struggling to open the pickles

Mech 2: I think Brainstorm might’ve glued that shut. Said it would be good enrichment.

Mech 1: Why am I still standing here watching the weird little alien fail at opening a jar

I wanna be friends with Prowl. He reminds me of me in that we are both logical and have social struggles, and he is very cool.

It would be so neat to just, hang out with him while he does his professional tasks. Chilling on his shoulder during work, having neat or insightful conversations about complex topics and/or each others’ species (there’s so much to learn from each other!), and just enjoying each other’s company.

(It would also be very fun to be friends with Jazz and Prowl’s other friends/companions too. Like the twins and Mirage. Maybe I just wanna be friends with robots :) ).

That, but with cybertronians and humans.

Even Prowl and Ultra Magnus follow this rule. They’d enforce it if they had to, but to date it’s the only rule nobody in the Ark has broken.

In not even a fraction of one mech’s entire possible lifetime (depending on the continuity) humans have gone from insect-eating rodents to apes to complex, intelligent, sapient beings. In what could be a minute in the grand scheme of Cybertronian time, we’ve gone from stone tools to brain surgery! And we are even making advancements in technology to cure our own mortality!

Isn’t that simply fascinating? I kinda imagine it would be like us watching an anthill transform into a functioning, conscious society within a day.

YEAH. THIS.

Add in to all that, that there’s a very good chance they were aware of Earth in the distant past (which also depends on the continuity) and could have been thinking of our planet as uninhabited by sentient life. Only to return and excuse me, EXCUSE me, when did the little mammals figure out radio signals? Why is there a well-developed road system? What the frag is that thing orbiting the planet that has life signs on it???

It’d be like being at work for a long day and coming home late, to find that your little terrarium full of moss and leaves and maybe some springtails, has become a thriving society of beings that has (sadly) created capitalism, knows how to split atoms and makes SO MUCH MUSIC and a lot of it goes hard

and also they’ve been trying to communicate with you while you were gone. There’s little messages in tiny glass bottles scattered all over the floor (which they can’t even see, meaning they’ve just been throwing them out there hoping someone would find them)