The spinner pointed at ... a Transformers comic.
Following a blinding flash, Jon and Karyn looked at each other using their optical sensors.
"You ... you're an Autobot," said Karyn through her voice synthesizer.
"And ..." Jon pointed a metallic finger at the purple logo on his friend's shining steel chest. "You're a Decepticon!"
Both of them were now twenty-foot tall robots inside a huge chamber covering the area of a street block.
"What happened to my house?" asked Jon. "Where are we? Inside the Ark?"
"The what?"
"The big ship that brought the ... us Autobots to Earth."
"Did you say 'us Autobots? We Decepticons ... oh, no, Jon, I feel programmed to destroy you."
"I feel the same way. You've infiltrated our ship. Yet I can't ... I still remember."
Karyn pointed at two robots standing in a twenty-five foot high doorway. "They don't."
Jon's cerebral computer identified his fellow Autobots as Maternal Prime and Zoetron. "Oh no!"
Maternal Prime aimed a beam rifle at Karyn. "Surrender or face termination!"
Karyn couldn't fight this thing that had once been Jon's mom. "I surrender ... oops!" She tripped on the magazines and comics still lying on the floor. They were so tiny that she didn't notice them. She was about to fall in front of Zoetron, who interpreted Karyn's action as hostile.
Jon heard a familiar sound effect. Gunfire from the Transformers cartoon. Unfortunately this was no cartoon. His sister's robot equivalent had just blasted Karyn.
"Jon ..." Karyn's "voice" turned into static.
Zoe's voice stabbed into Jon's aural sensors like a knife. "Were you plotting with her against us? Was she bribing you with Energon?"
"No," answered Jon. The sound of the word "Energon" was enough to make him "hungry." "I swear that I would never betray you! Put that gun down! Is this any way to treat a fellow Autobot?"
"So what were you doing with her?" asked Maternal Prime.
"Well, um ..." Jon's optic sensors scanned the floor. Where was that rock? Maybe there was some way to reverse this wish before the week was over. Or at least make life more tolerable. "Found it!"
"Found what!?" snarled Zoetron.
Jon picked up the magic rock between his fingertips. "I wish ..."
