Optimus Prime Transformers: Robots In Disguise Novels & Stories

I ordered Optimus, who sprung into action and I have never been more glad that there was a robot around to help me. The fact that neither Celine or Charlotte was home and considering how late it was neither of them planned on coming back tonight gave me more than enough time that I needed to plant the cameras and microchips all over the house. Hurriedly, my feet padded to my room and I brought out the laptop that I had everything connected to. I smiled when I realized that everything was set up perfectly. “Keep this a secret, will you Optimus?” I asked and the voice confirmation I needed from Optimus promising never to talk about this with anyone including Ivan calmed me.

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

The bright blue illumination of the hidden chamber reflected in his eyes, but for the first time since entering the secret vault, his attention wasn't on the gold, the weapons, the supplies, or the countless resources his mother had secretly prepared for him. It was what stood inside the glass that had completely captured his attention as his heartbeat had slowed, his breathing had become shallow. For a moment, it felt as though the entire room had gone silent because standing behind the glass were seven humanoid figures. Seven robots. Each one had been carefully arranged in a perfectly symmetrical formation as they looked nothing like ordinary machines. There were no exposed wires and no vi

Now, they were a High-Density Botnet. "Twelve thousand units," Caleb whispered, his voice still raspy from the "Alpha Prime" extraction. He stood at my left, his new charcoal-grey tactical armor reflecting the emerald glow of the room. "They aren't marching, Sereia. They're moving in a Perfect Sync. No radio chatter, no supply lines. It’s like they’re all running on the same clock." I zoomed in on a cluster of signals crossing the Tundra Line. The resolution sharpened, showing a battalion of Alliance infantry. They weren't wearing traditional gear. They were draped in white, translucent polymers that hummed with a clinical light—the same light as the Maintainers.

The caption read: ***"The Unseen Detail." Leo caught them and slid them onto his face. The white pinpricks of his eyes flared. "I see them," he muttered, his shadowy trench coat snapping in the wind of the swarm. "They aren't just robots. They’re 'Marketing Algorithms' given form. Each one is a tiny 'Like' or 'Follow.' They eat anything that can't be sold." --- ### The Shield of Silence The silver swarm hit us. It sounded like a thousand knives scratching on a windowpane. The nanites surged toward me, their tiny mandibles ready to tear my ink-body apart.

However, once they escaped out of the abandoned shack, multiple policemen, led by Sergeant Logan, aimed their guns at Judith and gang, ready to shoot on command. Judith was utterly shocked; but what shocked her more was the robot standing front and center of the police force. With a push of a button, the robot deactivated and revealed... Esther. "What??? But how??? I buried you in my control centre!! You are an illusion!! You should be dead!!" exclaimed a bewildered Judith as Sergeant Logan and his force detained Judith and her guards in handcuffs.

he trembled, trying to hold his ground. "Oh? Then, let’s prove it." I nodded to Zane, who brought my disabled robot onto the stage. Grabbing a steel rod as thick as my wrist, I brought it down on the machine in a hail of blows. "No!" Adrian lunged, but security, who was ready for this, pinned him in place. Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…"

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

replied Lorraine before hanging up. "Henry, Holly, Yvonne. Thank you so much for you help today." said Oliver, turning his attention to the three robots standing beside him. "Hey, Yvonne... why are you still suited up? Can't you guys deactivate your suits?" asked Tanya curiously. In the next instant, all three helmets opened, revealing... three empty shells. "What the hell??!?" exclaimed Mitchell. "Sorry, Mr. Reed. In all actuality, all of us are still in Townsville." said Henry. "The robots with you now are part of our unmanned legion." added Holly.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.