Transformers Makeshift の小説・ストーリー

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

"Loud noises make the dough sad." "We have bigger problems than sad dough, Grog," Jack said, scanning the perimeter. The area had been transformed. What used to be a maintenance corridor was now a fortified trench. Sandbags made of old cement sacks were piled high. Tripwires made of fishing lines crisscrossed the floor. A group of Grog's "subjects"—mutants with pale skin, extra limbs, or reflective eyes—were checking weapons that looked like they were scavenged from a dumpster behind a DARPA facility.

He walked over to the taxi and summoned the system interface. "System. Scrap this vehicle." [Detecting...] [Player owner deceased. Decomposition possible.] [Scrapping target: Taxi.] A blue beam enveloped the wreckage. [Decomposition complete!] [Materials acquired:] [1. Rubber Tires x4 units] [2. Scrap Steel x10 units] Jake blinked at the materials before him. It really did feel like a game—except this was real. Death was permanent. He pulled out the Lv.2 upgrade blueprint. The tires and steel dissolved into streams of light, absorbed into the blueprint.