Transformers 3- El Lado Oscuro De La Luna »

In 1969, Armstrong and Aldrin did not plant the flag for science. They went to bear witness. To the dead. To the pillars of a fallen empire.

For centuries, humanity gazed at the moon—a silver coin in the ink-black sky, a muse for poets, a clock for lovers. But no one spoke of what clung to its reverse face. No telescope could pierce that permanent, frozen night. Until the Ark crashed there. Transformers 3- El Lado Oscuro De La Luna

On Earth, we celebrated peace and progress. In the shadows, Sector Seven scrubbed the footage. The Dark Side of the Moon was not a void. It was a mausoleum. And inside that mausoleum lay Sentinel Prime—not dead, but dreaming. His ship, a spear of rust and alien alloy, had carved a trench across the lunar highlands. His crew, petrified in stasis, waited for a spark that would never come. In 1969, Armstrong and Aldrin did not plant

Optimus Prime, for all his honor, had withheld the greatest secret. The Ark held more than refugees. It held a weapon: the Pillars. And the Sentinel who slept on the ash-dark regolith was not a savior. He was a politician with a spine of mercury. He had made a deal with Megatron before the first shot of the war was fired. To the pillars of a fallen empire

Years later, when the radiation spikes reached Chicago, when the Decepticons revealed their true hand, Sam Witwicky learned the bitterest truth: heroes lie too.