Novelas y relatos de Cybertronian Prime

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."

He laughed, a rich sound that made my toes curl and heart leap. I glanced over at my hands which were still wound around his neck and realized how right he was. I was actually glowing, emitting a golden light from my skin. The light shone across the entire cavern, making the rainbow of crystals spew light onto the rocky walls. It was when I looked at my hands, I noticed something else. I wasn’t the only one glowing. Where my skin emitted a golden light, Atlas’s was pure white. The first thing I noticed as my eyes traveled upwards were the newly pointed ears emerging from his platinum hair. Authors Note - Tomorrow I will be working on Iridian or the Twins! For more updates on chapters, and ge

Rhea saw one labeled Moon-Pool: Biological Heritage and felt a surge of protective rage that she immediately suppressed. ​"Calculated movement," she reminded herself, her daggers held in a neutral grip. ​They were met in the central atrium by a squad of "Sentinel-Primes." These weren't the spindly janitors from the perimeter. These were heavy, quadrupedal machines armored in the same black glass as the tower, their movements fluid and predatory.

He commented dryly and Daral gave him an annoyed look. “Why do you have to do everything the hard way? You are our Prime, not just a leader and you know it. What she said is true. No one has had a child born with the Prime gene in years. You and I are the only two known alive right now for sure to have produced those with the prime gene. Neither of us have a mate, so you better take the help Aries.” Aries let out a heavy sigh.

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.

Lycans are rare creatures and we have no choice, we are genetically programmed this way. My small hope is instantly crushed when Dr Rayan chuckles and then points to the screen. 'Don't worry Alpha nothing is wrong. In fact, I would go as far as to say everything is very right. Look, those are your pups, the Luna is carrying identical twin boys.' His eyes light up with happiness. 'Twins? We're having fucking twins? Twin boys?'

Some of them worked on the droids that are now moving all over the surface of Horus, rebuilding our world into the beautiful, shining Utopia we remember it once being. They have told me that my idea is a long shot at best, insane at worst, but one of them admitted that he had worked on a project where an AI's memory had been patterned after the memory of an actual human being. Himself. It had been a test project, right before the Crash, and had never been finished. He assured me that if I can fish the data somewhere out of the memory of the Ten, he might be able to use it to bring Jonathan Spafford to life in digital form.

crest, inverted. Evryn clutched her temple. “She’s in everything.” “Because you unlocked her,” Voss said. “When you merged with Elaia, you connected her dormant code with your living neural grid. Now she’s waking up… inside you.” Kieran stared at her, torn. “Evryn… if she takes full control…” “She won’t,” she said, jaw clenched. “How can you be sure?” She didn’t answer. Instead, she walked toward the tunnel's deepest chamber, where a vault door glowed with ancient code. The forgotten Server Prime. It hadn’t been accessed since the initial collapse. But now, it pulsed… welcoming her.

"The Arbor Prime feeds on the Seeds it grows. Yours is still linked to the First Seed. *Use it*." The Custodian snarls. "Traitorous prototype!" The garden convulses. --- **The Rebellion** The Eden clone fights his siblings, his void-eyes bleeding gold. "The Arbor Prime's heart! Destroy it!" Veyra and I sprint toward the First Seed, dodging roots and entropy fire. The clones give chase, but the Eden clone sacrifices himself, tackling the Kelly clone into the river of time. The Custodian blocks our path. "You'll ruin *everything*!"

“You just need to know how to maneuver your way around it.” “Ah,” Luna Corrine chuckled. “Still, an Alpha’s control can be softened in the right ways. Tell me, dear, have you considered any of the Luna tonics? They help… encourage fertility. I believe that it should be time for the two of you to start a family. You are young, you are beautiful and very much capable. You do not want to have them when being weaker and you want Xavier to be by their side.”