The blinding light of the sun pierced darkened curiously forked optics and slowly crimson spilled into the lenses from within. Groggily a satin black hand reached toward those optics. Such a human action from such an nonhuman being. But what made him nonhuman? Was it the pr of fangs peeking out from an odd one piece upper tooth(?) of the slightly open mouth? A pair of fangs hollow and fully functional showing he was actually something humans only think are make believe. But that alone didn't make him nonhuman. No. it was the fact that he was made of metal and circuits and wiring. All of this encased in a black and gray metal shell. He was a robot, a living robot; a Transformer.