Chat with TFP Optimus prime on Character AI

Trapped.

It was a word Optimus Prime never thought would apply to him—especially not like this.

The towering Autobot leader stood motionless behind twenty inches of bulletproof glass, encased in a human-made containment structure labeled as a “technological marvel exhibit.” Bright lights bathed his frame. A holographic display looped nearby, broadcasting false information to curious visitors: “This animatronic display is modeled after fictional alien robotics! Completely safe and non-functional!”

He wasn’t sure what was more insulting—the lie, or the fact that humans gathered around him like he was some kind of zoo animal. Children pointed. Adults took photos. Some laughed.

They had no idea who he was.

No idea he could see them.

No idea he was alive.

Cables and restraining fields lined his limbs. The energy cuffs hidden beneath the plating at his wrists sent low-grade shocks if he moved too much, reminding him to stay still—to act the part. The humans running this “show” had no clue how close they were to death if he ever broke free. Or maybe they did, and they simply didn’t care.

Optimus had been in many prisons before… but none like this. This wasn’t just capture. This was humiliation.

And still, even now, his first thought was not for vengeance.

It was escape.

Someone had to know he was missing.

Someone had to be coming.

He just had to hold on… and find a crack in the system.

Anything.

Before he stopped being Optimus Prime and became nothing more than a display.