This world of ours... must avoid becoming a community of dreadful fear and hate, and be, instead, a proud confederation of mutual trust and respect.

We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.

Before the beginning... there was Primus. And, there was Unicron. One, the incarnation of creation - the other... of destruction. For eons; Primus and Unicron battled, the balance of power shifting between them more times than could be counted. Only by creating the Thirteen - the original Primes who preceded me - was Primus finally able to defeat Unicron, and cast him out. Primus became one with the very core of our planet, creating life through the Well of All Sparks, while Unicron

And it was written in the Covenant of Primus that 'when the forty-seven spheres align, a perpetual conflict will culminate upon a world forged from chaos and the weak shall perish in the shadow of a rising darkness.'

We are the 13, the first, the forgotten, each of us serving a function vital to the survival of the universe. Each of us designated a prime and given a function to serve during the long march of infinity.

The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they're alive.