Autobots Base Novels & Stories

Ten minutes ago when Zayn arrived at Insurgent Trifecta’s base in Nicole’s car, he was visibly moved by the high standards of the facilities and the bleak ambience there. When viewed from afar, the base oozed a bleak presence. In Zayn’s mind, he thought of the base not as stiff and lifeless, but akin to a rigid spear with a sharp blade that emitted a malevolent, ferocious presence. It was a national spear that propped up Rheasia and prevented the invasion of alien races.

The floor beneath us was made of a gleaming white material that seemed almost like liquid, and it pulsed with a soft, blue light that seemed to guide us deeper into the heart of the base. We passed through a series of security checkpoints, each one scanning us with a brief, intense burst of light that seemed to probe every molecule of our being. The checkpoints were manned by sleek, humanoid robots that watched us with cold, calculating eyes, their metal bodies emblazoned with the insignia of Phoenix-4. Finally, we arrived at the heart of the base: a vast, circular chamber filled with a dazzling array of futuristic equipment. There were holographic training simulators, gravity generators, an

that required more than just a neural-prompt to clear. The Sovereigns had to reinvent "Ergonomics." They had to build machines—not living chitin-constructs that responded to thought, but "Dead-Machines" made of scavenged steel and recycled plastic. The sound of internal combustion engines, silent for decades, began to cough back to life in the Detroit ruins. The smell of grease and diesel—once the scent of the "Midnight"—was now the scent of "Autonomy." Avery watched as Marcus, the colony’s head engineer, struggled to repair a 2024-era tractor. He was covered in black oil, his knuckles raw and bleeding.

A password written in combustion. The blast doors groaned. Dust shook from the frame as the massive steel slabs parted. A ramp descended, bathed in cool, blue light. We rode inside. The interior was a cathedral of technology. Rows of automated repair bays lined the walls. Drones not the hostile Hunter-Killers of the Queen, but repair-bots buzzed overhead. We parked the bikes in the central bay. The silence was heavy, filled only by the ticking of cooling engines. Tank, Sienna, and Reaper climbed out of the truck. They looked around with wide eyes. This place was cleaner than a hospital and more armed than a battleship.

With a displeased look on his face, the guard warned Evander sternly. Then, shortly after, a loud creaking sound of metal was heard. Slowly, the sturdy steel door opened, revealing a small gap that was just enough for Evander and Poppy to enter the base. Evander immediately pulled Poppy's hand, rushing to enter the base. Poppy could only follow Evander's steps, considering that she still didn't know how this base worked. Poppy's eyes immediately scanned her surroundings, observing the landscape of the base. From her observations, Poppy could be sure that this base was as big as a city, with many buildings scattered around it.

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.

” The announcer’s antigrav platform immediately sped off towards the Drone Factorium battlespace, and the hovering spectator stands followed right behind. They all came to a large stretch of land a few thousand meters in diameter, where a relatively large and spacious base was situated. There were multiple reinforced and armored buildings inside the base, almost all which were arranged in clusters. The buildings themselves were incredibly varied in size, shape, and function. Some were large enough to provide ample cover for the mecha, while others were low enough that they could trip the mecha up. If the pilots were that careless, anyway. And even though the base had a number of buildings, t

They were spider-like automatons, the size of compact cars, with four razor-sharp legs and a central chassis loaded with industrial cleaning equipment—if you considered flamethrowers and circular saws to be cleaning equipment. They swarmed up the support pillars, their metal claws digging into the concrete, moving with terrifying speed toward the walkway. "Shoot the eyes!" Marcus yelled, dropping to one knee and opening fire with his heavy machine gun. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT! The bullets sparked off the curved, armored carapaces of the robots. They didn't even slow down. One of the Cleaners leaped from a pillar onto the walkway, landing with a heavy metallic crash ten meters in front of them.

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou

" “Look who’s talking!’’ Obiora snapped, “Hoping to win miss world with those feathers sticking out of your legs.’’ They hurried past the twins as they bickered back and forth picking their way gingerly around the rubble as they filed in through the wreaked door into the strange room once again but the room security wasn't done by a mile. Warning! Intruders detected.... scanning identity.... identification failed.... proceed to incapacitate!! "Oh crap." Binta exclaimed as two stationary giant robots booted up, their visors gleamed red. "These weren't here the last time," Shetimma announced as the robots and children stood sizing one another. "Is incapacitate a bad thing?" Babybaby chirped in