Transformers Zero Novels & Stories

It looked exactly like Leo Vane, but its eyes were made of "Emerald-Suns." "Hello, 'Zero'," the Giant spoke, its voice a tidal wave that shattered every window in the city. "I’m the 'Alpha-1.0'. The blueprint for everything you are. And I’ve decided that the 'Successor' is a 'Failure'." Leo looked at the Giant version of himself. He felt the small, translucent mark on his palm, the mark of the Zero-Variable, begin to burn with a terrifying heat. "Ren," Leo said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "How do you fight something that has your own 'Source-Code'?"

"That’s the old world! That’s the monopoly! We are Zeroes! Every memory has the same value!" "Incorrect," the Archive replied. "A Zero has no mass. Without mass, there is no gravity. Without gravity, the world drifts. Choose, or the roots will consume the Foundry to provide the necessary processing power. The lives of the living for the memories of the dead. That is your trade." Xander stepped in front of me, his eyes burning. "She’s not a Banker anymore! And I’m not a Sovereign! You want data? Take mine! I’ve carried the Thorne legacy and the Sovereign code. I am the sum of the system’s sins!"

“They want to use us. Zara frowned. “That still sounds like destruction. Samuel corrected again. “…Transformation. That word lingered. Uncomfortable. Unfinished. Adrian stepped closer to the projection. “And you?” The question was directed at Samuel. Not the system. Not the signal. “You’re part of their model,” Adrian said. “Yes.” “Then what happens when they complete it using you?” Samuel did not answer immediately. Because for the first time. He did not know. The silence stretched. Deep. Uneasy.

He had silver hair and a smile that didn't reach his grey eyes. "Mr. and Mrs. Sterling," the man bowed slightly. "Or should I say, Your Highnesses. I am Zero." He sat down at the table without asking. Waiters appeared instantly, serving wine. "Cut the pleasantries," Jackson didn't touch his glass. "You invited us. You have ten minutes before I buy this train and derail it." "Always the aggressor," Zero smiled, sipping his wine. "I represent The Architects. We are not a cult like The Order. We are scientists. Visionaries."

The framing of family zero as betrayers was not publicized, so many people didn't know about the zero family. They only thought they were named because they were so weak and did no contributions to the war. "No.0, huh, Weakest family still got the guts to fight.", said Karl and he turned and looked at Kelly and Jasmine, "Why are you two still standing here, get out of my sight, if it's a tie it means you both lost". Kelly and Jasmine looked at each other, they shrugged and chuckled and they looked at the pathetic state of their teacher after Ben mocked him and left the class.

"Subject Zero is maintaining consciousness despite genetic destabilization. Remarkable. Most enhanced beings would have died from system shock by now. But her healing factor is adapting. Compensating. Keeping her alive even as her body tears itself apart." He adjusts something on the machine. Elena's body goes rigid. The transformation accelerates. More scales. More fur. More armor plating. Her torso splits into what looks like multiple rib cages, one human, one animal, overlapping and grinding against each other. "How much more can she take?" I scream.

“Well…hate to break it to you, but I guess they did; perfect that science, that it.” “What?” Kathy frowned. “No, that’s impossible! How…oh...” “You mean, oh no?” I offered. “Oh shit!” “Yup.” I nodded. “Zero.” “Subject Zero.”

I didn't get any rest that night. Tyra rested one blade over her lap, Kieran sat close to me, half-awake, half-alert, and Malek snuggled against the wall. However, I was unable to close my eyes. Not after what I had witnessed. Subject Zero wearing my face, though not me. She was not Echo. Echo was the ideal weapon; she was smooth and icy. Zero, however, was something different; Not made to follow orders, it wasn't even made to be copied.

The monitor labeled the reactivation sequence as: > MIRA-VN: 0_0_1 / ALPHA ROOT DESIGNATION: ZERO ACCESS: SYSTEM OVERRIDE Adrian stood so fast his chair fell backward. Sera’s voice cut in from comms: “What the hell is ‘Zero’?” Elias stared at the blinking cursor and said, dead quiet: “It’s what Mira made before you.” In the hall… Zero walked barefoot along the steel floor. Each step corrected itself. Each muscle learned as it moved. She didn’t breathe out of necessity. She breathed to practice what it meant to be alive.