Novel & Cerita Autobot Prime

"We handled the Board. We can handle a few angry grandpas." "They aren't grandpas," Reyes said grimly. "They’ve spent the last century synthesizing their consciousness with pre-war combat AI. They are post-human. And they are waking up the Prime Forges. Neo-Angeles isn't a city anymore; it's a war machine. And they are expanding." Dax lowered his SMG an inch. He looked at the massive, crippled Crawler. Its treads were completely blown, and smoke was billowing from the primary intake vents. It wasn't going anywhere.

ADA LUBE After rotating the iron tap valves to clear the ice grime from my pelt, my fingers retrieve Hayden’s ranking day token from the velvet storage case to run a detailed inspection. The asset is a high-tier, voice-integrated synthetic robot predator, engineered to look like an ice tiger because my tracking logs show Hayden maintains a supreme affinity for big cats. That specific variable drove my choice on the digital market.

A fleeting look of amusement crossed Damon’s face upon noticing the not-so-discreet coercion my mom was giving me. “Did I already mention that Mr. Montreal is the chief executive of Sphinx Prime Incorporation? Isn’t that amazing?” “Really?” That blurted out unsophisticatedly and this time, I wasn’t feigning my surprise. Thankfully, I have already put down my drink, otherwise, my mouth could have turned into a shower head spraying champagne. Fuck! How long do I have to humiliate myself throughout this dinner? Flabbergasted was an understatement. Sphinx Prime is now the leading company in electronic technology advancement. If I am not mistaken, they are the first to create AI systems installed

"I think I'll go find him. Enjoy yourself tonight." I smiled at Nwabueze as Adam and I walked away. "Who was that?" I asked. "Nwabueze Oghojafor," Adam replied. "He's the Beta Superior over the African packs, based in Nigeria. His father, Orabueze, is the Alpha." I nodded. "He seemed nice." "He is," Adam said, waving at someone. "He and his father are very close allies of ours." "I thought Europe was your closest ally?" I asked, lowering my voice.

“Max, we're reading a dinosaur story. Why Optimus Prime all of a sudden?” Max shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just curious. Why Autobots can talk?” I rubbed my face. “Honey, Autobots are alien robots. They are not a normal car.” “But they're trucks and cars, Mommy!” Max argued. “So, if ordinary cars and trucks are given alien engines, they can talk?” “Maxime... your brain works too hard for sleep.” Max giggled again, then tilted his head. “But Mommy... if you could choose, what would you be, T-Rex or Optimus Prime?”

Still yet, Samson still had a lot of things to worry about. There in Boneridge, where his Industrial Empire who's sole purpose is brandishing mechanical bots. These bots weren't any type of bots but of the SpellTech type, who's engine is cladded with heavy thick alloid. Powerful generator and super ultra current tapped directly from.space. There were times these Machines or their system generator needs a super intelligent brains to handle the programming, elocation, techniques and most importantly, intelligence. And Samson would have to go.

He just wanted these two cars specifically. Once he had paid for them, a valet took him to the cars which were now outside in a back parking lot. I watched as Damien entered both cars and installed artificial intelligences into both. One was his own, Cortana. The other was my mothers, Shiva. I had been using Shiva since my mothers passing. I saw no reason to get a new one, when hers worked just fine.

Soon, our enemy would be at our gates in less than three months. That wasn't a lot of time to get ready. The rise of the Japanese Imperial Army left Alex with no choice but to split half of our force. It was rumored that their gigantic automatons were unstoppable, capable of great destruction and carnage on any scale. My sister had come up with an idea using an autobot called the Mole. It was the size of a warehouse, an enormous subterranean robot that burrowed through the ground and mountains with its sharp driller.

They weren't gods of flesh and blood; they were non-sentient, super-intelligent AIs—the ultimate executors of absolute efficiency. "ALERT," the central Prime, a being composed of millions of interlinking silver prisms, pulsed with chaotic red light. "Anomaly 0-9-9-H (Earth) has breached quarantine. Security Fleet integrity: 12%. Rogue Weaver integration with Sovereign Alpha: 99.8%. Probability of total dimension formatting failure: 78%." The second Prime, a sphere of swirling azure calculations, offered the only logical solution. "INITIATING TOTAL REALITY REBOOT. AUTHORIZATION: PRIME. ERASURE OF SECTOR 0-9-9-H INEVITABLE."

The first rule for robot army: they could never hurt human beings. The second rule for robot army: we can define some people out of the range of “human beings”. Dr. Elena Vasquez typed these two lines into the central command core of the Autonomous Tactical Unit, or ATU—twenty thousand combat robots deployed across seven continents. She leaned back in her chair and watched the code compile. No errors. No warnings. The robots’ optical sensors flickered once, then glowed steady green.