Transformers: Prime Breakdown And Knockout Novels & Stories

"The Prime doesn't ask for help. It issues commands. It deletes errors. It doesn't send out distress beacons." "Look at the signal strength, Zane," Rhys countered, his face bathed in the sickly green light of the scrolling text. "It’s not a broadcast; it’s a Final-Cycle Burst. It’s being powered by the literal de-materialization of the Prime’s own server-core. Whatever is happening to the Architect, it’s being eaten from the inside out." The Journey to the Dead-Core

The backdoor Damian had embedded had been triggered by Prime’s own arrogance. The temporary tyranny was collapsing from within. Prime roared, lunging for Alex. Damian broke the restraints—weakened by the illusion’s failure—and tackled him. The fight was brutal—mirror images clashing in savage symmetry. Alex freed himself, grabbing a fallen guard’s pistol. He fired. The shot caught Prime in the shoulder. The clone staggered. Damian drove his knife into Prime’s chest. The clone gasped, eyes wide with shock. “You… were always better at this than me.”