[Video]
[The video opens on darkness. Somewhere in the background, there's the pulsing hum of machinery, intertwined with the low thrum of music. It's difficult to hear at first, but as the video continues, moving toward a distant source of light, the music steadily builds.]
[As the feed begins to clear, it shows cables. Wires and cables. In time to the music, the camera traces its way along the cables, snaking across the floor, beginning to pick up speed until it reaches a pair of metal feet. That's when things begin to take a Michael-Bay-Esque spin around the feet, panning slowly upward as it does so. SOUNDWAVE becomes visible, standing before an over-sized monitor, on which is playing the various network posts.]
[It cuts to a cable, springing free of wherever it is SOUNDWAVE keeps them. More cables join it, and all of them launch forward to plug into the monitor itself. SOUNDWAVE's head rolls slightly to one side, his optics dimming, while little pulses of light dance along the cables.]
. . .
[Around two minutes into the feed, as the music builds to its big finale, a point at which most songs would have their star burst into their rousing first verse, SOUNDWAVE glances toward the camera...]
. . .
[... and the music abruptly dies. Crickets actually chirp in the background as SOUNDWAVE stares at the camera. Slowly, the camera creeps backward, away from the satellite. Only then does he turn back to his work.
End feed.]
[As the feed begins to clear, it shows cables. Wires and cables. In time to the music, the camera traces its way along the cables, snaking across the floor, beginning to pick up speed until it reaches a pair of metal feet. That's when things begin to take a Michael-Bay-Esque spin around the feet, panning slowly upward as it does so. SOUNDWAVE becomes visible, standing before an over-sized monitor, on which is playing the various network posts.]
[It cuts to a cable, springing free of wherever it is SOUNDWAVE keeps them. More cables join it, and all of them launch forward to plug into the monitor itself. SOUNDWAVE's head rolls slightly to one side, his optics dimming, while little pulses of light dance along the cables.]
. . .
[Around two minutes into the feed, as the music builds to its big finale, a point at which most songs would have their star burst into their rousing first verse, SOUNDWAVE glances toward the camera...]
. . .
[... and the music abruptly dies. Crickets actually chirp in the background as SOUNDWAVE stares at the camera. Slowly, the camera creeps backward, away from the satellite. Only then does he turn back to his work.
End feed.]