#technoorganics

Dear Thanotopsian Thinker,

When Shockwave, Galvatron, Megatron, Starscream, and Ratchet crash-landed on Earth in the Ark, Shockwave pretended to be dead. Working in secret, he became aware of six powerful gems that, when gathered, had the power to remake the universe. After he saw one attempt to use the gems' power end in failure thanks to the inner weakness of the titan that wielded them, Shockwave reasoned that—as he did not possess the petty emotions and insecurities of organic life—he would be able to succeed where the supervillain had not, by creating gems of his own! He seeded planets with thirteen powerful ores in what he named "Project: Genesis Reborn", and in the far future, he was able recreate the powers of the gems through six of his creations: Ore-1, Ore-7, Ore-9, Ore-10, Ore-11, and Ore-13.

Introducing the cast for an old comic series that I used to do and now doing again. The Tiny Tator Bots! Set in the Transformers Animated verse, Techno Organic kids who live in the old factory in Detroit with their family are just living life growing up.

Sirius and Diana are the Children of Taylor and Jazz. Jason is the son of S4 and Bumblebee, Al is the son of Kaleido and Bulkhead, and Mei is the daughter of Ratchet and Tron. Expect shenanigans from these kids soon

Sirius and Diana belong to me.

Jason belongs to @sw124

Al belongs to @kalehdo

Dear Transmetal Trender,

Dear Composition Comprehended,

Indeed not, at least not in most universes; technoorganics are one of the major exceptions to the general rule. In some universes, where Cybertronians are constructed manually, we are built from elements you would be familiar with—nickel, iron, cobalt, and chromium, to name but a few. In others, the genetic material that helps dictate our bodies is made from a material that does not exist in your world, and likely never will; you might know it by a few names—"living metal", protomatter, or even the human-coined (and trademarked) "Transformium".

Dear Rising Refugee,

Although Shockwave gladly lent his considerable scientific acumen to Megatron’s regime during the last days of the war for Cybertron, his first priority was always to himself and the sanctity of his experiments—once Megatron had surrendered and sequestered himself on Chaar, Shockwave simply went his own way and never looked back. Civilizations on the galactic rim would occasionally report strange break-ins into decommissioned research facilities and file reports of missing gene samples; periodically, alien traders would claim to have encountered monstrous techno-organic creatures lurking on distant worlds, but even I am unsure of the veracity of these tales.

A few decades after Shockwave vanished from history, an archaeological dig on the far-off world of Darhos accidentally stumbled across an old military bunker that some unknown party had repurposed into a makeshift genetic laboratory—a laboratory that included significant caches of pilfered Cybertronian technology. The lab was in disarray; the researchers noted signs of a scuffle, a severed purple hand, and a set of three-toed, oil-stained footprints leading out of the building and into the wilderness beyond.

Intervene is the wrong word. Why should I change the fate of a conflict with so good and true a final result? But I have participated.

Once I was roused from my sibling-shared sleep by Megatron, who had come to the mythic past of Earth to steal the power of his philosophical ancestor we kept entombed. Acting as mediator, I judged his soul against his sins and found him worthy of a Fallen spark. Giddy from the taste, he strode off in the shape of the storm itself: a Typhonic Beast on the cusp of technoorganic evolution. 

Of course, I saw ahead, far further than he could. I saw his madness in failure. I saw his sparkless empire. I saw the garden that grew in its ashes. 

Dear Shape Searcher,

Just "Vector Prime" is acceptable, thank you. Cybertronian honorifics typically come after the name—"Mr. Vector Prime" would be rather like "Mr. Doctor Witwicky".