Transformers: Survival of Defective Products

Chapter 214 zip is unzipping.

The vector control operator stands next to the inspection table, while BICk0 is responsible for recording.

The foreign object was in a tricky position. If it weren't for the even more unreasonable magnetic attraction of the gravitational vector, the smoke screen would probably still be carrying this thing around without realizing it.

Thinking of this, the ambulance driver's expression darkened even more: "Don't move."

Smokescreen couldn't be more obedient: "I didn't move."

"Your energy flow is trembling."

"I can't control this!"

Precision tools were inserted into the chest cavity, bypassing the wiring, and gradually loosened the fixing structure.

The ambulance finally removed the object, and he then used tweezers to place it into a transparent isolation container, which was immediately sealed.

A row of scan data popped up on the container wall.

[Unknown structure.]

[Low energy response.]

Material matching failed.

[Historical record matching failed.]

He propped himself up slightly by the smoke and looked over nervously: "What's that?"

The ambulance driver stared at the data: "I don't know, there's no match right now."

BICk0 searched the judicial central database and shook its head, indicating that it could not find anything.

Smokescreen looked even more bewildered: "So I'm hiding something in my chest that nobody recognizes?"

He slowly lay back down: "I feel like I'm going to die soon."

BICk0 quickly sent out a notification.

The smokescreen represents an Autobot. An unknown foreign object has been removed from its chest cavity, requiring synchronization between the Autobot leader and the medical system.

Optimus Prime is on his way.

The ambulance first checked the smoke screen: "The fire source is stable, and there are slight signs of tension on the main power line, but it's normal."

Smokescreen breathed a sigh of relief: "So I'm alright?"

"temporary."

The vector kept looking at the contents of the container.

It lay quietly behind the transparent layer, its shape not particularly eye-catching.

But the magnetic attraction at her fingertips felt like it was being gently tugged.

It was as if something bypassed the lights and barriers of the medical room and went directly into the depths of her senses.

She remembered the embers of Aquitron.

It was the same back then; an invisible force told her—you should see it.

The vector frowned.

The ambulance driver noticed her raise her hand and his expression instantly changed: "Don't touch her!"

There wasn't enough time.

The fingertip of the vector has landed on the outside of the isolation container.

The isolation layer was still there, but it felt like that thing touched her through a transparent barrier.

The infirmary vanished from her sight in the next instant.

She first recalled a string of numbers... or rather, coordinates.

A long time ago, when Master Titanium was still alive, he had a meal with her.

Master Titanium told her a set of coordinates, where the Hammer of the Supreme Pride was hidden.

She simply memorized the vector at the time because she felt it was just a number like code, and she didn't understand where it pointed.

Many years have passed, and that set of coordinates has remained quietly in the depths of her memory, like a locked metal clasp.

Now, it suddenly opened.

The data is flipped, and the ancient markers are rearranged.

Content that was originally like junk code was quickly parsed in her brain module.

Then, the target is lit up.

Using the vector, we can see that planet: blue oceans, vast landmasses, thick clouds, and surface data that has not yet been fully marked by interstellar routes.

Earth.

Her brain module went blank for a moment.

The Hammer of the Supreme Pride is on Earth?!

Before she could react, the coordinates continued to unfold.

It's like a compressed file that's now being forcibly opened.

Information came in like a flood, layer upon layer.

Project Iron Fortress, Relic Transfer, Earth Storage Point, Backup Index.

One name after another popped up before her eyes.

Star Sword, Phase Shifter, Supreme Armor, Locking Staff, Magnetic Gauntlets... and many more ancient terms she didn't have time to see clearly.

Each name is followed by a string of coordinates.

It's still Earth! Everything is on Earth!!

The vector almost wanted to curse aloud.

Now look what's happened! Is Earth being used as a repository for Cybertronian ancient artifacts?!

Do humans even know how much Cybertronian heritage lies beneath their feet?!

I probably don't know, otherwise I'd probably be completely baffled.

The information is still being disseminated.

She saw a light deep within the Iron Fortress Archives, where Master Titanium stood before rows of ancient archives, moving sacred objects.

The Cybertronians couldn't find it for a while.

But the Titanium Master did not leave behind only the sacred objects.

He also left behind an antique and a belated explanation.

At the same time, the antiquities are also one of the ultimate keys to enlightenment.

The vector was bombarded with this information, causing its brain module to ache.

She saw an image left from long ago, which was now triggered, and Master Titanium spoke to her across time and space:

"Some things cannot be handed over to war; they need to be safeguarded by an organization that can bear the consequences."

Only one thought remained in Yin Zongxiang's mind.

Master Titanium!!!

You old geezer!

You've gone back to the Fireseed to enjoy your retirement, while I'm left to clean up all this mess!

Only a few seconds passed in the outside world.

The ambulance saw the optical mirror almost go black for a moment the instant the gravitational vector hit the container.

He knew it!

The vector was frozen in place, its fingertips pressed against the outer wall of the container, the optical mirror was out of focus, and the whole machine seemed to be suddenly nailed to the ground by something invisible.

"A vector?"

She did not respond.

A cloud of smoke rose from the prosecutor's table, supporting his body: "Chief Judge?"

BICk0 immediately stepped forward, his voice filled with concern: "The Supreme Court Justice?"

There is still no response.

The ambulance driver shoved the smoke-filled vent into his seat, yelling, "Don't get up!"

"But she—"

"You just had chest surgery!"

Smokescreen looked anxiously at Vector: "But she can't hear us?!"

The ambulance remained silent, attempting to remove the container from under the fingertips of the tractor.

It didn't move; the gravitational vector unconsciously locked it in place with magnetic attraction.

The ambulance driver's expression was indescribably grim: "BICk0!"

BICk0 typed rapidly: "Optimus Prime, Megatron, Soundwave, and the security of the judicial center have been notified simultaneously."

The message isn't finished yet.

She saw the first spark of light ignite in the darkness.

Prems' will stretched out in the chaos, and thirteen figures awakened from the earliest fire—the thirteen progenitors who were originally created.

The ancient name fell like a heavy hammer.

She couldn't hear everything, but one of the lights slowly overlapped with something from her memory.

Optimus Prime, but earlier than Orion Pax and the current Optimus Prime.

He was one of the thirteen founding ancestors.

Later, he threw himself into the well of fire, and his former name sank into the depths of the fire.

The first batch of newborn Cybertronians awoke from the well.

Orion Parkes, the archivist, is gentle, patient, stubborn, and possesses an inexplicable sharpness.

Suddenly, the vector understood.

No wonder the Orion era wasn't so easy to approach.

Later, the leadership module was put back in place, and the hidden past, heritage, and memories were reintegrated with the present.

Orion Pax was thus incorporated into the more complete Optimus Prime.

The vector was momentarily paralyzed by the deluge of information.

That's amazing. This is far more than just starting at tens of billions.

This is the oldest of the old Deng! A genuine, ancient model!

When Optimus Prime arrived, the first thing he saw was Graviton frozen in front of the isolation container.

The smoke screen struggled to get closer but was held down by the ambulance.

BICk0 circled around her, anxiously taking notes.

The ancient artifact inside the container seemed to tremble slightly, causing the Matrix of Leadership on Optimus Prime's chest to shake.

He paused for a moment.

The ambulance driver, without looking up from behind a smokescreen, said, "Don't touch her."

Optimus Prime's outstretched hand froze in mid-air: "What happened?"

"She touched that thing," the ambulance driver's voice was low and hoarse. "Now it sounds like she's receiving something."

Smokescreen hurriedly said, "I really didn't know it would do that!"

"This isn't your fault." The ambulance tapped him on the head. "Lie still."

Optimus Prime did not approach rashly, but stood on the other side of the gravitational vector, his optical mirror resembling the deep sea.

"Can it be cut off?"

"No." The ambulance driver also seemed to be having a headache. "Her brain module is under extremely high load right now. Forcibly disconnecting it could cause serious problems."

Optimus Prime fell silent.

A few seconds later, hurried footsteps came from outside the medical room.

Chaos and rumble rushed in instantly, followed closely by the mechanical dog, while the circular saw bird landed on the door frame.

The laser bird silently landed on the other side, its wings folding like a dark shadow.

The sound waves clearly knew.

Megatron arrived faster than the news spread.

His red optical scope swept across the smoke, the ambulance, Optimus Prime, and finally landed on Graviton.

He had barely taken a step when the ambulance driver shouted:

"Don't touch her! Otherwise, things will get worse! She's receiving a lot of unknown information; forcibly removing her would have disastrous consequences!"

So Megatron stopped completely, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but did not move forward again.

The vector could no longer hear the outside world.

Her brain modules were like a star map that was too large to be filled with.

Too many coordinates, names, outdated permissions, and archived records.

She even saw the ultimate key lighting up one by one on the star map, eventually pointing to the Omega Lock.

Who is sending her fragmented messages from the depths of the source of the fire, across slumber and death?

The information left by the progenitors and the echoes coming from the direction of the source of the fire were mixed together, making her brain modules feel like they were about to explode.

She desperately wanted to escape, but she couldn't.

An ancient river flowed into her consciousness.

She saw forty-seven stars in a row, a huge marker, darkness churning behind the stars, and something sleeping deep within.

The sound came out intermittently.

"...Forty-seven stars in a row..."

"...Darkness...reincarnated..."

"...hammer...key...module..."

"...Blue Planet..."

The screen flashed.

A vast, dark silhouette emerges from the depths of the Earth.

No way! Master Titanium, how much did you actually leave behind?!

Do the original creators at the AllSpark think she's perfect for working overtime?