Without another word, Shockwave flipped up a metal switch then pressed down on a lit button on the one area of the large desk not coated with a thin sheet of dust.

Beneath their feet something came to life with the oscillating whirr of vents pouring open as an aperture under the dark glass that made up for a large part of the floor peels apart like a slowly opening eye. A beam of blue light shoots up and connects from floor to ceiling then fans out into a cubed space that nearly covers the entirety of the room save for where Shockwave is standing but domed over Optimus. The entire lab illuminated in a pale blue that shifts and flows like light on a waters' surface.

Within the space of the holographic cube at the base of it lines of code begin to build into rudimentary, pixelated shapes that begin to take on more increasingly complex dimensions and structures. In an instant - Cybertron, whole and perfect is a living model no taller than ankle height. In place of the Grand Imperium fragile looking silver spires shoot up around a complex aqueduct that runs through the city like veins weaving and flowing around the domed aerial academy and Trion Square. Iacon reimagined as a techno-organic polity that glimmers like beautiful mirage it is.