American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

A beam of blazing white light descended from the sky, like a fleeting rainbow, appearing and vanishing in an instant. After the light faded, several figures appeared, and before the Seekers could trace their trail, they quickly disappeared into the night.

Sam woke up with a start. He shot up from the bed, rushed to the window, and looked down to see his newly bought car slowly starting.

"Hey! Don't do that!" Sam grabbed his clothes from the bed, threw them on, and dashed to the door, bursting out like the wind. Although the car was a few owners old and looked worn, it was still his first car. Their relationship was in the honeymoon phase! If it was stolen, his dad wouldn't easily buy him another one.

Therefore, car theft was unacceptable!

Sam rushed out the door as fast as he could, but even at his top speed, all he saw was the rear of his car speeding away.

Sam cursed the car thief a hundred times over in his mind. In the heat of the moment, his only thought was, 'I can't let him drive away!' He grabbed his bicycle, hopped on, pushed off, lifted his butt slightly off the seat, leaned forward, and pedaled with all his might, desperately chasing after his car.

The car weaved through the streets like a fish, heading towards a remote area. Sam, his head still pounding, followed closely behind, his mind and eyes focused solely on catching up to his car and reclaiming it.

By the time Sam was drenched in sweat, he discovered his car had stopped in a deserted field.

In the night breeze, he watched his car transform with clicks and whirs. Parts seemed to multiply out of nowhere, turning the car into a humanoid machine.

While Sam was still in shock, the roar of other car engines echoed in the night. A majestic and imposing truck led the way, and the convoy stopped right behind Sam, blocking his retreat. Then, before Sam's despairing eyes, the lead truck began to transform, followed by the other vehicles, their parts twisting and turning, transforming into robots that surrounded Sam.

"Oh my God!" Sam frantically pulled out his phone, but before he could dial, an unknown signal jammed it, rendering it useless.

"Sam Witwicky, great-grandson of Archibald Witwicky?" The robot transformed from the lead truck crouched down, bringing its mechanical face close to Sam. Its mechanical voice, like a broadcast, transitioned from unfamiliar to skilled, becoming a mature man's voice in a single sentence.

"Answer me, is Archibald Witwicky your great-grandfather?" Seeing Sam's bewildered and frightened expression, the mechanical giant asked again.

"Yes," Sam replied, jolted awake by the robot's repeated questions, and instinctively answering.

"Don't be nervous, we just want to ask you a question." Seeing Sam's retreating figure, the robot considerately created some distance between them. "My name is Optimus Prime, and I am an Autobot from Cybertron. Our home was ravaged by a cataclysmic war, forcing us to leave our home, wander the universe, and hide on this planet.

If everything went according to plan, we wouldn't want to disturb the peace of your civilization, but disaster has arrived, and we have no choice! We can only cooperate to prevent the disaster from happening."

"Wait a minute, I don't understand what you're saying! What's Cybertron, what's Autobot, what robots and war, I don't know what disaster is coming, I'm completely confused..." Sam stopped Optimus Prime, countless complaints bubbling inside him.

"Understandable." Optimus Prime was not surprised by Sam's attitude. He stood up, took two steps back, and then emitted two beams of light from his eyes.

Suddenly, the surrounding environment changed, and virtual images replaced the surroundings, appearing before Sam's eyes. The earth-shattering, doomsday-like scenes made Sam instinctively dodge and cry out in fear. Although he knew the next moment that it was all fake, that the rock that should have smashed him into a pulp was fake, and the cracked earth beneath his feet was also fake. But the story the other party told in the virtual images might be real.

Images are the most informative and easily understood form of communication. Coupled with Optimus Prime's narration, Sam quickly understood the information Optimus Prime wanted to convey.

When all the light and images disappeared, and the surroundings returned to normal, Sam had no choice but to accept his magical day.

"You want the glasses my grandfather left behind?" Sam extracted the key point from the information.

"Yes. We must find the Cube before anyone else! And we discovered that the glasses contain information about its whereabouts," Optimus Prime nodded.

"The Cube? What is that? And who else is after it?" Sam asked in succession. He didn't mind his glasses being auctioned, but after the panic and fear, the young man's mind was now filled with a kind of inexplicable mania.

"The Cube is our source of life, it also has another name, the AllSpark, it can give life to machines! Competing with us for it are the Decepticons, they are enthusiastic about war, Cybertron was destroyed because of them. And now, they have come to your planet! If they get the AllSpark first, then your home will also be destroyed," Optimus Prime patiently explained to Sam.

"We can talk while we drive. You mean, if they get the Cube, they will create a large number of Decepticons and launch a war to occupy this planet?" Sam got into the driver's seat of Optimus Prime and followed the convoy towards his home.

"That's inevitable. But what I'm more worried about is another possibility!" Optimus Prime's voice sounded in the car.

"What possibility?"

"In the legends about it, it also possesses the ability of space teleportation! It is said that if someone can activate this ability, they can find the planet where the Supreme Ruler Creator lives and obtain the treasures he left behind! We have always believed that this is just a legend, but the Decepticons firmly believe that it is true! And have paid for it with one experiment after another. Each experiment consumes a lot of energy and resources, but has always been fruitless."