They were machines. Dozens of forms, all different and yet so similar. Trucks, jets, cars, weapons, communication devices, insects, robots.

All metal, electronic, advanced machines. They were only known in a limited part of the universe.

They were controlled, driven, piloted. By small beings with shining heads. They hosted their controllers, drivers, pilots in seats incorporated in their designs. Or sometimes they were scaled to their masters.

Before all of them came to be, their masters had already lived for a dozen of years, in various shapes and forms. Once they had come, they continued living for a few more years, and extended their territory somewhat throughout the universe.

But their life did not have its way.

Their Gods soon noticed things weren't going too well, and decided it was time for Armageddon.

In the great battle that then happened, some of them, the machines and their masters, disappeared forever. Others mutated or were upgraded. All changed.

Not only for them.

The universe changed, too. It expanded, showing them to more beings, and showing more beings to themselves, more than they had ever imagined to exist.

This became their new world. In some parts of the universe, the old and new worlds still overlapped, but it would not take long for this phenomenon to disappear.

They were forcefully divided in two parties, forced to battle each other in an endless war. Some chose no side, often paying the price for this.

They were in many forms, shapes, and environments. They were fluent in many languages. They were everywhere.

They multiplied. Gave birth to new types, unknown back in the past. Sometimes, old times seemed to live again, when they teamed up with creatures not so unlike their old masters. But never, never the war ended.

Sometimes it seemed to die out. Sometimes the universe seemed to change size. Sometimes it seemed to change colors. Sometimes it seemed to change shape.

And a few times, they caught glimpses of their old masters, and were surprised to be seemingly seeing old, long dead friends and foes again.

They might live on forever, ever being recycled and reborn, year in, year out, gaining better and more features every time, expanding their universe every time again, expanding their territory to unknown limits.

Once they were Diaclone, Microman, Beetras, Dorvack, Macross, Gunborg, and various other beings. Now they are and will be known as TRANSFORMERS.

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