Primus #transformers Novels & Stories

Actually staggered backward like he had been physically struck. "That is not possible," he said. "You should not be able to—" KNEEL. Marcus's legs buckled. He went down on one knee, fighting the command but unable to resist it. Elena walked forward until she was standing directly in front of him. "You are going to leave. You are going to tell the other Primes that I am not prey. I am not a threat to be eliminated. I am what you should have been centuries ago—someone who uses Prime power to build instead of control."

59:59. "He's going to do it," the Child-Arthur whispered, his velvet coat turning grey under the shadow of the weapon above. "The Architect Prime doesn't see people. He sees Overhead. And right now, the Noise-Sector is a debt he intends to write off." The refugees in the warehouse were no longer shouting; they were paralyzed by the sight of the sky turning into a weapon. Meilin stood on the ruins of the engine block, her Sovereign-Iron staff glowing with a frantic, jagged violet light.

A new voice, deeper, colder than any we’d heard before, came up the stairwell. “Primary Alpha target detected. Termination protocol authorized.” Then it stepped into view. One single enhanced wolf. But this one was different. It was taller, looked heavier, and carried a lot of scars on its body like it had survived a hundred battles. But I was pretty sure that those scars were just design protocol. No way this thing had been fighting for that long. Its golden eyes burned almost white. It looked straight at me and smiled with too many teeth. “Hello, Kade. I am Unit Prime. And I was created to kill you.”

It sat squarely in the center of the irradiated deserts of the North American continent. "And the capital," Kara whispered. "Sector Prime, USA Wastes. This is where the distress beacon was ultimately routed. It is the Global Command Hub. It houses the Prime Administrator—the master AI that controls the localized Admins. If the regional Admins are regional managers, the Prime Admin is the CEO. And we just burned down one of its branch offices." Ren stared at the four pulsing red dots. The sheer scale of the enemy was paralyzing. "They know we're here," Ren said, his tactical mind overriding the exhaustion that threatened to pull him under. "How long until they mobilize a retaliation fleet?"

“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.

“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?”