Transformers: Survival of Defective Products

After the smokescreen carried away the Hammer of the Pride of the World, the private channel fell silent.

The vector had no idea what was happening over there.

Optimus Prime is still alive; that was the last news she received.

And then what? She didn't know if the smokescreen could save him.

She didn't know how much longer Megatron could hold on.

She didn't know whether the outer defenses would be breached by the Cosmic Emperor.

Even himself…

The dark super-energy entity is mixed in with the energy cycle, and the gray death disease is spreading faster and faster.

She could no longer see with her left eyeglasses, and she was also unable to move her right leg.

The treatment is still being synthesized, but the ambulances are no longer reporting the remaining time to her.

The vector kept asking, but only received a trembling reply from the ambulance driver, who seemed impatient.

"Why are you bothered by so much!"

She didn't ask any more questions.

-

As she leaned back against the medical table, her weakened body ironically made her mind even more active.

Actually, there are still many things she wants.

The smokescreen successfully saved Optimus Prime, and Megatron will eventually be able to return. Let's hope no more people die outside.

The Knight of Law Balance, who has been transformed into a Fear Beast, would like to find some miraculous way to recover. He was able to recover with the two Ultimate Keys and has successfully found the third one.

Earth is fine, Cybertron is fine, Unicron can go back to sleep.

The artificial energy body experiment was a success, and the ultimate divine lock was successfully activated. From now on, all Cybertronians will no longer have to fight tooth and nail for that small amount of energy quota.

Of course, she herself should also be alive and kicking.

Once the joint war is over, we can settle accounts with those stupid machines one by one.

Especially Optimus Prime, and Megatron, and Ratchet, she also said... none of them will escape.

……

After thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly realized how greedy I was.

She hoped everything would eventually get better, but the world doesn't give that kind of promise.

She worked hard, she found solutions, she made choices, and she grasped everything she could control.

Even so, she may not necessarily get the result she wants in the end.

The smokescreen might fail, Optimus Prime might die, and Megatron might not be able to return.

She will most likely not live to see the antidote.

She particularly hated this feeling.

No guarantee means risk, and with risk comes the need to find a solution. If you really can't think of one...

This is the first time the vector has encountered this situation.

So she was very scared.

The thought that came to her actually calmed her down a bit.

She may experience fear quite often, but she was always busy dealing with things, so the feeling disappeared as the problems were resolved.

But we can't do that now.

She was terrified that she would die.

Will the dark super-energy entities within my body utilize this machine after death?

I'm also afraid I'll never see these messy machines again.

How could she not be afraid of death? She's not a saint.

Yin Vector felt he had done quite well so far, at least he hadn't been howling while clinging to the ambulance.

She couldn't help but chuckle softly.

The fear was still there, but it seemed that she didn't need to reject the fact that she was afraid; there was nothing wrong with that.

So be it.

-

Her consciousness began to drift, and some long-ago memories slowly surfaced.

The first thing that appeared was the home in the human sense.

She saw her old room, with an unfinished law textbook spread out on the table, and her cell phone lying somewhere, unaccounted for.

Someone outside urged her to eat, and she seemed to give a casual reply; it was probably her father in the kitchen calling her to eat.

My mother was busy revising documents, and sometimes my aunt would show up at the dinner table to freeload a meal.

Yintianya lived a good life; she grew up being loved.

It's a pity she died so young, after all, there were so many things she didn't have time to do.

But she wouldn't say her life was terrible just because she died young.

Yin Xiang quietly thought that she was actually very happy at that time.

Then, on Cybertron, it opened its eyes a second time as a defective product.

That broken shell, missing arms and legs, had difficulty even walking; its start was really not good.

Then came a young, familiar face—Zhen Tianzun, now known as Megatron.

She immediately sensed that this guy wasn't very healthy! Sure enough, quite a few problems did arise along the way.

Even now, when she thinks back on some things, she still feels that the slag module was mentally ill back then.

But if you ask whether he really mistreated her from beginning to end, the answer is no.

Those less-than-healthy forms of protection and companionship were real, and he later learned, in a rather difficult way, little by little, to stop his desires.

These are complicated, some good and some bad, but they are all things she has experienced.

She didn't want to delete the good parts just because of the bad ones.

More images pop up.

She controlled the magnetic field for the first time.

This is the first time I've sat in the judge's seat.

The judicial center was initially in complete chaos, resembling a hastily cobbled-together mess.

BICk0 chased after her with the documents in his arms, when Jiuqi suddenly flew down from somewhere and almost crashed into her head-on.

The ambulance driver cursed as he shoved a scanner into her face.

AZ sat quietly beside her, keeping her company through what seemed like the umpteenth sleepless night.

Jazz always manages to say the right thing at the wrong time.

The sound waves are so few that they're a relief.

Shockwave doesn't talk much, but he can be just as annoying when it comes to asking questions.

The rumble and confusion were making noise in the channel, the mechanical dog was lying down and could be seen with just a glance, and the circular saw bird was always grabbing her head.

The spider mites start attacking again every few days.

The human children were causing pain to the machine brain module in the base.

Optimus Prime would sit next to her and look at things when things were a little quieter.

Megatron, on the other hand, was responsible for bothering her relentlessly in his private channel.

...There are too many to even think of.

My second life doesn't seem as bitter as I imagined.

However, she also had a lot of bad experiences: she was beaten, fell into a coma, lost control, and made wrong choices.

Some things are better left unsaid.

She wouldn't say that suffering is good, or thank them for making her who she is today.

I'm sick. Pain is pain, and a mess is a mess.

But they have already happened, and she has walked through them step by step.

Those things left her with experience, acquaintances, and the entire chaotic judicial system...

Does she have any regrets? Yes.

She wanted to live, didn't want it to end now, and wanted to know what it was like for everyone to be safe and sound, and for new life to emerge on Cybertron.

But...do you regret it?

The vector slowly lowered its eyes.

Imagine someone suddenly gives her a button and tells her: Press it and you can overturn everything from before and start over. All the pain, mistakes, and losses will be null and void.

Correspondingly, the people she knew, the choices she made, and everything she built no longer belonged to her.

No way, I don't want that, I don't want vector thinking.

I don't regret anything about what I have now.

A memory from long ago suddenly resurfaced.

At that time, she and Orion Pax were sitting in a corner by the window in the archives, and for some reason they started talking about the deaths of Cybertronians.

At the time, she hadn't fully gotten used to the completely different views on life and death between mechanical life and humans.

"So where do you go after you die?"

Orion replied, "Return to the source of the fire."

"Go to all the machines?"

"Yes, we are all children of God Pu."

At the time, Yin Vector seemed to understand but not quite: "And what happens after we get back?"

"Nobody really knows," Orion said gently as always. "We believe that the spark will gather there, and then one day in the future, it will return to Cybertron with new life."

After thinking about it for a long time, Yin Vector realized that it did indeed have a religious feel to it.

Regression does not equate to disappearance; this is where the concept of a vector comes to mind.

She can still hear the alerts from the medical equipment; the ambulance and the knockdown are still adjusting the data. BICk0 hasn't given up on the synthesis.

The artillery fire outside seemed even more intense than before.

Everyone is still desperately trying to keep her alive.

The instinct to live still existed in her heart, but death didn't seem as terrifying as it had been before.

She no longer needs to desperately pretend it doesn't exist.

Fear and acceptance are not the same thing.

She could be both afraid and accept that she really was going to die.

Her previously tense nerves suddenly relaxed a bit, and it seemed that some of the responsibilities she carried on her shoulders were no longer hers to bear.

The vector slowly closed the two optical mirrors, asking itself one last time:

What if it really has to end here?

She would die without regret.

-

A very soft metallic clang suddenly rang out in the medical area.

The ambulance quickly looked up, and several medical instruments on the tray beside it vibrated slightly before coming to a stop.

The ambulance driver's first reaction was to check the gravitational vector.

"Attraction vector?" She didn't answer.

Upon knocking her down, the energy data is immediately displayed: "Her magnetic field..."

The shockwave is also remotely detecting anomalies: [Volatility is decreasing.]

The ambulance driver's face immediately turned pale: "What do you mean?!"

He grabbed the scanner and placed it directly against the front of the vectoring device.

The flame was still burning; it hadn't weakened further.

Conversely, the energy waveform, which was constantly disrupted by the dark super-energy body, the gray death disease, and emotions, is gradually converging, as if slowly stabilizing.

The sound waves are quickly compared.

The magnetic field direction error continues to decrease.

[Abnormal disturbances have decreased.]

The ambulance driver froze.

Nobody knows what this means, not even the vector itself.

She only felt that the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The traces left by the twelve progenitors lit up one by one.

Then, the golden light that had been dormant near the fire slowly rose to the surface.

The voice of the Cosmic Emperor suddenly appeared, this time without mockery: "What are you doing?"

The vector didn't respond, but a strange yet irresistible feeling came from the depths of her flame.

A door she had never known existed was finally unlocked.

She suddenly remembered something she had never known she could forget.