Blackout Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

The Physics of the Blackout In the Macro-verse, power isn't just electricity; it’s Coherence. The Architects used high-frequency "Carrier Waves" to keep the low-income biologicals stabilized. Without the feed, the "Unwanted" humans outside the warehouse began to experience De-synch. Their neural implants began to stutter, and the augmented reality that covered the rotting city dissolved, revealing the terrifying, skeletal bones of a dying world. "The entropy is spiking!" Rhys noted, his hands trembling. "When the grid goes down, the Coulomb Barrier in our local Isotope Cell will destabilize. We won't just lose power; we’ll go sub-critical."

"That old lady didn't want me to stay in the house, I had no choice." She answered so he can give up. Damon closed his eyes frustrated. "We need to do something about this problem." He looked at her and she gulped looking around, his eyes were not giving her good vibes. He wasn't hiding his darkness at all. "Have you ever been hit in the head?" He asked in a serious tone, nothing was mischievous. "What?" She scowled and looked at him confused. "No!" "Okay, I'll be gentle!" He smirked and she gasped when he smacked her head with the back of his gun. Blackness dotted in front of her eyes as she lost her balance.