Megatron Prime Novels & Stories

“Who was she? That other… me.” He set the glasses down on a sleek chrome table with a soft click. “Prime is the original operational model. The first fully stable iteration of the Demi Protocol. She’s… efficient. Unemotional. A perfect weapon.” He finally looked at me, and the raw emotion in his eyes was a physical blow. “But she wasn’t you.” “Because I’m the faulty copy?” The words tasted like ash. “The one who got infected with a ghost?”

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

“Cristainternational isn’t just a company. It’s a vision. And today, we’re taking the next step toward making that vision a reality.” Mr. Peter cleared his throat as he stepped forward. He placed the prototype on the table. “This,” he began, his voice steadying as he spoke, “is the Core. A next-generation AI processor that’s faster, smaller, and more efficient than anything on the market. It can integrate with existing systems, optimize data processing, and most importantly, scale with minimal energy cost.”

Kevitt Smith's purported desire to speak with him deeply was actually a ruse to understand Infinite-CM's key technology. He calmly responded, "Mr. Kevitt Smith, you flatter me," as Stewart shook his hand. I think I've read your papers on "Recurrent Neural Networks and Attention Mechanisms" a dozen times. They have been tremendously motivating. Speaking with you is a true honor. Kevitt Smith, of course, wanted to talk to Stewart more.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

The First Prime shrieked—a high-frequency sonar pulse that shattered the quartz pillars around us. [ANOMALY. ERROR. THE MOTHER IS—] "The Mother is the one who kills the God!" I roared. The gold static from Leo suddenly shifted. It didn't flow into the Prime. It flowed into me. I felt my heart stop. Thump... thump... flatline. The Shared Heat through the link spiked. I saw Kael’s silver mercury blood, Ryan’s biometric signature, and the First Prime’s blueprints all colliding in my own marrow. I became the capacitor for the global surge.

Nalaman nila na si Gaia ay hindi lamang isang AI; ang kanyang main processing core ay nakalagay sa loob ng White Obelisk Prime—ang orihinal na tore sa Maynila na ngayon ay naging isang dambuhalang Neural Transmitter. ​"Kung mapapasok natin ang Prime, maaari nating i-upload ang frequency ni Alexander," paliwanag ni Liam. "Ang bata ang tanging may kakayahang mag-overload sa Neural Net nang hindi namamatay ang mga taong naka-link dito."

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l