"What is your na?"
"Lille."
Optimus Pri sat on the production line of an abandoned factory, with a green-and-yellow painted Autobot beside him, welding and repairing his wounds.
[Na: Ratchet]
[Description: The Autobot "doctor."]
"Boss, you’re badly injured..."
The battle was over, the Decepticons fled, Optimus Pri... was severely wounded, his surface covered in dents from plasma guns and bullets, the worst being the gash from gatron’s final sneak attack.
In human structural terms, this axe cleaved down from the right shoulder, penetrating the chest, you could even see the glistening core through the opening.
Although Transforrs are incredibly resilient, they are significantly different from robots in the conventional sense.
When they are injured, they require repairs. If tal with similar atomic structures is available as a supplent, the wear is minimal. If not, they must rely on "doctors" or themselves to convert tal into the sa type for repairs.
At the sa ti, a Transforr generally has a core-like area, possibly even several, similar to human organs, to maintain certain special functions...
Correspondingly, their ability to transform is also based on the energy of the spark source flowing through their bodies in a normal state—
Put simply, as long as the spark source energy isn’t exhausted and the main core isn’t blown up, it’s hard to die; however, the loss and damage to parts equates to energy loss.
At present, Transforrs lacking spark source energy are essentially burning life in every battle. Their lifespans are generally longer than humans, but still limited.
This was the conclusion Lille deduced during the transformation just now.
Snap.
All cables on his body were detached, retracting into a Transforr completely covered in black, armored, sowhat short and stocky.
[Na: Ironhide]
[Description: The Autobot weapons specialist.]
"Hmm... very unique weaponry concept, not a Decepticon, and quite different from Autobots too, yet you don’t seem familiar with Cybertronian tals...
But this should be innate... I also detected sothing... or rather, I didn’t detect sothing that should actually exist, strange."
Ironhide scratched his chin, puzzled by Lille’s presence.
Every Cybertronian, be it Autobot or Decepticon, gains sufficient energy and information from the spark source matching their role from the mont of creation.
The Magic Cube Fragnt may lack energy and information, but not to the point of having none at all...
If no information existed, how did he complete the transformation?
No information within the shell, in a taphysical sense, ans no soul in the object, no soul...
Without a soul, how can one be considered alive?
At best, it’s a kind of Cybertronian forged alloy.
Optimus Pri was elevated from an ordinary Cybertronian to a leader, so he understood what Ironhide was saying, and he too was filled with doubt:
"Lille... sounds more like a human na than one of our kind. Please further explain your existence."
Lille moved his body a bit: "I am not a Cybertronian, I am a human."
The twelve-year-old rebellious Johnny suddenly appeared in Lille’s vision, or rather on Optimus Pri’s foot, observing and touching Optimus’s leg.
[Johnny: You just blurted it out? Just like that, revealing our secrets to this super alien giant?]
[Johnny: If I were human... which I am, I’d have you cut open to see what you’re made of, maybe these aliens are thinking the sa thing.]
[Johnny: Besides, who would believe what you said? We ca from another world... honestly, if reality wasn’t staring in the face, even I wouldn’t believe it...]
The Transforrs in the factory all showed curious and uncomprehending looks.
But Sam still thought Lille was bragging and making up stories.
Only Optimus Pri earnestly contemplated Lille’s aning.
[Johnny: Oh, this big guy is a fool? Believes that?]
[Lille: It’s just basic thought and respect, sothing a loafer like you will never understand.]
"Hard to comprehend..."
"Actually, it’s easy to understand, I am not a human of this world, I co from another world."
[Johnny: Damn, you really are...]
Lille calmly supplented, and upon hearing this, the Autobots, already having a hard ti turning their minds, looked collectively bewildered.
Sam was even more disbelieving, even letting out a chuckle.
But Optimus Pri thought more carefully, even leaned down, his two blue glowing eyes staring at Lille.
His height was over 8 ters, the entire body sturdy and solid tal, capable of throwing punches that ignite red sparks on powerful Decepticons—
What kind of force could instantly turn such tal, that can move ten-ter-tall Decepticons, red-hot and deform?
In comparison, the current Lille, with only a normal person’s arm length, appeared more human-like and lacked the intimidating feel of tal, seeming sowhat frail.
Clearly, Optimus Pri could easily crush him into pieces.
Lille continued: "...The spark is a high-dinsional energy, though I don’t know how it operates, its workings evidently aren’t confined to this world.
I co from another world, and in our world, there is also a super high-dinsional energy...
Perhaps the two energies linked the worlds, or so other unforeseen incident happened, but that’s how I ca here from another world.
This sounds a bit far-fetched, but it’s the truth, I am a human, only... capable of thinking like a machine."
Revealing everything, Johnny didn’t quite understand Lille’s approach.
A tale of fantasy, Sam thought Lille was bluffing wildly, as if trying to poke a hole in the sky.
The Autobots... most Autobots couldn’t figure out what Lille was talking about, they looked at Optimus Pri, waiting for him to respond.
Optimus Pri... the giant leader straightened up, removing his head from Lille’s sight.
"A peculiar story, but I sense your candor, I believe you, Lille.
Thank you for lending a hand in the battle against the Decepticons and saving my life, I am imnsely grateful."
[Johnny: Damn... this big robot trusts people too easily.]
Johnny’s astonished voice echoed in Lille’s head.
Lille nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trust, as for you, Sam, judging by your look, do you rember what you said in class?"
Sam originally wanted to say this story was too far-fetched, but Lille’s reminder made him recall earlier events:
He had pointed out an error in the mass-energy equation during class, the primary argunt being...
"The mass-energy equation only explains energy changes within this dinsion"!
His head suddenly throbbed violently, entering that eerie "information transmission mode" again!
"...Deconstruct the elents of energy, assu a constant decay rate, then theorize ga-ga-chi-chi-chh... in the journey of the Fallen, to receive the echo, the chi-chi-chh chi-chi... those 14 galactic convergences will ultimately derive the formula for cross-dinsional energy growth..."
At that mont, everyone’s expressions were similar to those of students in Sam’s class—
But the difference was, they could distinctly hear that odd sound Sam made while jerking his body...
Precisely Cybertronian accent!
Optimus Pri was instantly excited, his two arms slamd onto the floor, his big head imdiately ca close to Sam, startling him:
"The na you just ntioned, was it the Fallen?"
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