Bob chuckles. "So close, and yet so far away. You believe the goal to be to keep your race safe due to your religious beliefs. However, this is simply your interpretation of the actions of Primus, your God. The Matrix might have been given to you for a completely different reason, and we might never know." Bob once more holds up his hand, and an Autobot is split into a thousand pieces, the shards crashing to the ground in a small pile of scrap metal. "You might want to think well before you answer. My next target will be someone of more importance."