Transformers: Survival of Defective Products

When Optimus Prime arrived at the AllSpark Well, the well was still silent, with only a faint light shining from its depths.

There were quite a few planes that followed, and almost all the Autobots were there. Megatron and Soundwave were also there. BICK0 and the people from the Justice Center stood a little further away. The ambulance was frowning the whole time, and there was still some cleaning fluid on the edge of the optical lens of the smoke screen.

Nobody wanted to face this, but nobody wanted Optimus Prime to be the only one to go through the final battle.

The vector remained silent the entire way, while the brain module stubbornly flipped through the failed solutions, but none of them worked.

Ahead, Optimus Prime had reached the edge of the AllSpark.

The vector looked up: "Wait."

He turned around quickly, asking calmly, "Anything else?"

The vector didn't answer because she didn't know what else to say. This situation was probably already a dead end, but she just couldn't accept everyone gathering here, watching him jump down, and then telling themselves that it was for Cybertron.

Optimus Prime stared at her for a moment, then finally looked away to face the others:

"The Ultimate Key has been restored, Unicron has fallen back into slumber, and with the AllSpark back in its place, Cybertron will once again give birth to new life."

Arcee kept her head down, and Bumblebee remained silent, her face filled with sorrow.

Yanmu's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything.

Optimus Prime continued, "The Leadership Module will also return along with the AllSpark."

Tongtianxiao asked in surprise, "After that..."

Optimus Prime looked at him: "Cybertron no longer needs to wait for the next Prime."

The surroundings quieted down.

"The leadership module is never responsibility itself, nor is it only those who possess it qualified to lead others."

"The war is over. From now on, Cybertron no longer needs a myth of a leader, but rather to be a home for every Cybertronian who is willing to take responsibility for their choices and protect the lives around them."

Ultra Magnus's body stiffened even more, Alita's eyes held a complex expression, and Megatron stood there, remaining silent.

Optimus Prime took one last look around before his gaze fell on the gravitational vector. A gentle smile appeared in his optical lens, and she immediately became alert.

"Pulse Vector, I'm so glad I met you before I became Optimus Prime."

The entire vectoring machine froze, and the surrounding area fell into a deathly silence.

Jazz, who had been leaning against the metal pillar, froze in place as the ambulance slowly looked away.

Megatron's expression suddenly became hard to describe.

Optimus Prime is still looking at her:

"When Orion met you, I never imagined we would get to where we are today. You showed me many things I had never seen before, and you also showed me that becoming Optimus Prime doesn't necessarily mean abandoning Orion."

The vector was completely rendered speechless with rage:

"You actually know that? How dare you stand by the Fire Source Well and tell me this? Don't talk to me like that at a time like this! What kind of bullshit joke are you talking about?!"

As she spoke, Vector walked toward Optimus Prime, and no one dared to stop her; even Magnus wisely remained silent.

"What difference does it make to me what your title or name is?"

Her voice began to tremble, "I know more than just a leader; right now, all I care about is your death!"

The cleaning fluid finally overflowed from the optical lens that guided the vector. She wiped it away casually, but more flowed out.

"Why is it always like this? Why do you always have to use yourself to compensate for whatever Cybertron is lacking? Do you think you're exceptionally durable?"

Optimus Prime couldn't refute this, and after a while, he said:

"If there were other options, I wouldn't have chosen this one. But some things don't just become clear because we're unwilling to accept them."

Yin Zong stared at him: "I'm not a three-year-old, I don't need you to lecture me! But I just won't accept it!"

Optimus Prime remained silent, then took another step forward. The two machines were now face to face, and she could see the faint shimmer of water reflected in Optimus Prime's optical mirror.

"Why didn't you even ask me if I was willing to accept living without you!"

Even the vector itself could barely speak now, the spark was in excruciating pain.

Optimus Prime's voice was low: "I'm sorry."

The vector reached out and grabbed his chest armor tightly: "If you're really sorry, then don't jump!"

Optimus Prime looked down at her as she grasped his hand, the cleaning fluid sliding down her cheek, drop by drop. He raised his hand and carefully held her wrist.

"But I can't keep Cybertron waiting."

"And what about me?" Optimus Prime stopped moving, looking at him with a glint in his eye. "What do you expect me to do?"

The surrounding machines instantly shifted their gazes away.

Optimus Prime remained silent for a long time, then finally whispered, "Live on."

Her tears flowed even more from anger at the answer. Optimus Prime clearly knew the answer wasn't very good, but he couldn't find a better one.

"Vector, I hope you—"

"Shut up!"

She released him abruptly, turned around, and wiped the cleanser off her face: "Don't say a word now."

Optimus Prime didn't speak again, his back to him, his shoulder armor rising and falling slightly.

Everyone thought she had finally calmed down a bit, then suddenly the sound of thrusters starting up came from behind her.

She turned around and saw Optimus Prime take flight.

"You piece of trash!"

The magnetic field exploded instantly. Optimus Prime had barely left the ground when the entire machine jolted violently, its thrusters were forcibly shut down, and its body began to move backward.

He was pulled back directly by the magnetic force of the gravitational vector, and even staggered backward when he landed.

The vector immediately rushed forward and grabbed his breastplate: "I said you're not allowed to leave!"

She knew she was being unreasonable, but she wouldn't let go: "I don't accept this outcome."

Optimus Prime's hand slowly covered her hand that was holding his: "But—"

"Shut your filthy mouth!" the vector interrupted abruptly. "There's no container—"

Her voice suddenly stopped, and a familiar golden warmth emerged from the depths of the fire.

The entire machine froze for a moment when the vectoring was activated.

Optimus Prime was the first to notice: "What's wrong?"

The golden light slowly spread from the spark, and a wave of heat swept over his body, like a flame that had finally reignited.

Not far away, the hammer of the prodigy in Tongtianxiao's hand, which had already lost its energy, suddenly lit up, and fine golden patterns slowly appeared in the center of the hammer.

After completing the scan, Shockwave asked in bewilderment, "No energy recovery detected."

The golden thread grew brighter and brighter, and then the Hammer of the Pride of the World broke free from Tongtianxiao's grasp and flew away.

All eyes followed her simultaneously. The moment the directional vector released Optimus Prime and she subconsciously raised her hand, the hammer handle fell right into her palm.

The golden light burst forth instantly. The hammer did not recover its energy, but its original permissions were awakened.

The forging fire that Sai Tianjiao left in her spark ignited completely at this moment, like a promise that had been quietly buried for a long time.

The magnetic field of the attracting vector extended inward along the hammer handle, touching the structure, circuits, and materials that made up the divine weapon itself, transmitting everything to her clearly like a blueprint.

Then, she gained the ability to reassemble and use the Hammer of the Pride of the Sky.

Vector first glanced at the hammer, then at Optimus Prime, and before Optimus Prime could react, he gripped the hammer handle tightly.

Bang!

The hammer of the Skybreaker slammed into Optimus Prime's forehead, causing the entire machine to veer to the side and almost lose its balance.

The smoke screen optical mirrors all widened in surprise.

Ambulance: "Targeting Vector!!"

"He lied to me this time!"

Megatron added coldly from the side, "Serves him right."

Optimus Prime rubbed his head, his brain module dazed.

The vector was crying so hard his vision was blurry, but his hand didn't loosen at all: "And then there's the part where you talked a bunch of nonsense."

This time, she pressed the hammerhead against Optimus Prime's chest, finally reducing her force and not hitting him again, only giving him a light nudge.

Golden forging fire burned along her palm all the way up to the hammer handle.

Inside Optimus Prime's body, the Leadership Module was the first to respond, automatically opening the chest armor and letting out a blue-white light. The platinum radiance of the AllSpark from deeper within was also reflected, as if a small sun had been placed in his chest.

The ambulance immediately approached: "What are you planning to do?"

"Building containers."

"What should we use?"

Yin Xiangzong looked at the Hammer of the Prodigy in his hand: "This."

All machines: "..."

The jack's roar was like popping corn: "You're going to treat the hammer like a consumable item?!"

"right."

The scanning interface for the shockwave app kept refreshing: "Unable to explain the source of current permissions."

She had no time to pay attention to him; her consciousness was sinking into the construction of the Hammer of the Heavenly Pride.

When all the golden patterns on the hammer lit up, it seemed to be burning with all its might one last time, offering itself up to the anvil.

The hammerhead was the first to change; it began to disintegrate layer by layer under the palm of the Optimus Prime, turning into golden light that flowed into Optimus Prime's chest.

Optimus Prime tensed up abruptly, sensing the golden material spreading into the outer perimeter of the Leadership Module and the AllSpark.

The magnetic field of the attractor vector serves as an auxiliary positioning and fixation mechanism, creating a shell around the leader module and the spark source that can withstand them.

Yanmu stood very close and asked nervously, "Are you alright?"

Optimus Prime had barely exhaled a breath when his chest trembled violently, and his knees buckled instantly.

The vector immediately uses a magnetic field to support him, and then proceeds to handle the part that connects to the fire.

In the field of vision, there was a dense, tangled mass of lines between the AllSpark and Optimus Prime's AllSpark.

The vector diagrams were terrifying to look at, but I still patiently peeled them away bit by bit.

She carefully separated or broke off each piece, and as each connection of the material dismantled by the Hammer of Pride was severed, a new insulating part was immediately added.

The hammer became shorter and shorter, and the golden fire grew brighter and brighter, until finally only the end of the handle remained.

There was only one last connection left next to Optimus Prime's spark.

The vector's forehead was covered in condensation from excessive concentration: "The last one."

The instant the hammer broke, Optimus Prime knelt down, and Graviton followed suit, half-kneeling. The small piece of the Hammer of the Supreme Pride in his hand completely dissolved.

The golden material sealed the last gap in the container, completely enveloping the platinum radiance of the AllSpark, and the Matrix of Leadership separated from Optimus Prime's AllSpark along with it.

The blue flame on Optimus Prime's chest dimmed for a moment, then lit up again and gradually stabilized.

"It's stable!" The ambulance driver pressed his hand to his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

The entire machine is unloaded at once by the vectoring force.

After a long while, he looked at the small golden container that had appeared in his hand.

The Hammer of the Pride of the World was born in the Primordial Era and has forged countless divine weapons. Now, having sung its final hymn, it has forged itself into its final masterpiece.

"Thank you, Sai Tianjiao," Yin Xiang said softly in his heart.

In the new container, one side is the leadership module and the other side is the spark source.

The container in the vector's hand floated up with both of them, and the Fire Source Well reacted quickly.

A light slowly shone from the depths, and the container, as if drawn by a force, slowly moved towards the wellhead and flew above it.

The next second, it transformed into a beam of light and fell down.

After a while, the light deep within the Fire Source Well suddenly exploded, and a white-gold radiance shot straight into the sky from the deepest part.

Tiny specks of light rose from the depths, increasing in number.

Cyan, blue, white, gold, red, and countless other sparks of indescribable color rose from the Spark Well, and the light of life pierced through Cybertron, drifting high above.

All the machines looked up, and there was complete silence.

Finally, Cybertron was reborn.

-

After glancing at those sparks for a second, the vector was reminded of Optimus Prime.

Optimus Prime lay down beside the AllSpark well, and Graviton rushed over and knelt on either side of him.

The ambulance also conducted a simultaneous examination: "The ignition source is stable, and the brain module is also active."

Optimus Prime's body suddenly changed. The shoulder and chest armor were readjusted, and the armor on the forearms and legs, which had been added later with the Hammer of the Sky, retracted. The height of the machine gradually decreased.

Smokescreen's voice trembled with fear: "Why is he changing again?!"

The ambulance driver immediately replied, "The basic structural design remains unchanged!"

The vector stared until the changes stopped, and the Optimus Prime lying on the ground transformed into the more familiar Optimus Prime 1.0.

The suspended embers fell: "As long as you're alive, that's enough."

"He's alive, so you can get off him now." The ambulance glanced at both vehicles.

The vector looked down and realized that its entire machine was straddling Optimus Prime's waist.

She didn't care; she needed to calm herself down after being upset. The score wasn't settled yet.

Vector stared at the unconscious Optimus Prime, clenched his fist, and slowly raised it.

Megatron stood to the side, making no attempt to stop them.

Suddenly, the blue optical mirror flashed and lit up. She stopped moving, and Optimus Prime woke up.

His vision hadn't fully recovered yet. He blinked a few times through the optical lens, and the first thing he saw was the gravitational vector straddling him and her fist raised in mid-air.

The two machines stared at each other.

Pointer vector: "..."

Optimus Prime: "..."

A group of machines around them: "..."

After a few seconds, he spoke first: "...Attracting vectors?"

His voice was a little hoarse, but his tone made her pause for a moment.

He glanced at her raised fist, his expression puzzled. "Did I make you angry?"

The fist of the vector was still suspended in mid-air when the brain module suddenly froze. What?

Optimus Prime seemed to realize that the current position was a bit dangerous, so he slowly raised his hand and gently supported her legs to prevent her from losing her balance.

"If I do anything, you can tell me first."

The vector remained silent, while the CPU continued to run at full speed.

He stared at her intently, his optical lens tracing down her faceplate. Her body was much larger than he remembered, and it also had patterns of interwoven blue and gold. He was clearly stunned.

"Your machine..." He looked at it carefully for a few seconds, "has become much bigger."

He then casually added, "Very beautiful."

The vector stopped moving completely, and the surrounding organisms began to realize something was wrong.

The ambulance stared intently at the two of them, its face full of surprise. Yanmu's expression slowly changed from happy to bewildered.

Megatron, who had been standing with his arms crossed, narrowed his red optical glasses as he heard these words.

Vector stared at the machine beneath him, noticing the way he spoke, his gaze, and that comment that the current Optimus Prime wouldn't make.

She slowly lowered her fist, her whole body stiff, and asked carefully, word by word:

"...Orion Pax?"