mynovelweb Chapter 107 Breaking the Mirror: One Day Late
Chapter 107 Breaking the Mirror: One Day Late
The vector stared at the summary table for a long time.
The first round of pilot programs has been officially implemented, the second round is running stably, and although the third round is nominally a pilot program, the course terminals, appeal portals, computer repair services, and reading and writing standard tutoring have all been integrated into the main system.
Each major city has at least one basic college.
In some places, things are still dragging on, and in others, they've even come up with three different versions of the course entry point.
But anyway, they're already there.
[Cybertron Comprehensive Foundation Academy Executive Summary: Third Round of Expansion Confirmed.]
We are still far from true victory, but this time, it has indeed been achieved.
BICk0 stood to the side holding the documents, waiting for a while before asking in a low voice, "Your Excellency Chief Justice, should we retrieve the next batch of the oversight list?"
The vector slowly turned its head in an owl-like manner to look at her.
BICk0 immediately changed his tune: "Or... should we take a break first?"
"I didn't say that. You were the one who suggested it, so of course you should take a break."
BICk0: ...What do you do when the Chief Justice can be quite shameless at times?
He leaned back in his chair and closed half of the terminal interface.
She had told herself that if she could get through this round of supervisory requirements during just one Star Week, she would be able to free up some time.
Now she really has half a breath left.
-
She replied to Optimus Prime first, even though he had already sent a formal congratulatory message once.
[Third round of expansion confirmed. I saw it. Well done.]
Yin Vector stared at that sentence for two seconds, then typed: "Even your congratulations sound like meeting minutes now."
There was a pause on the other end: "Then I'll say it again."
A few seconds later: [Thank you for your hard work, really.]
The vector motion paused, and the tension in my chest suddenly eased.
Orion seems to still be around.
She replied: 【Thank you.】
She typed another line into the input box: "Don't put yourself under too much pressure."
She stared at it for two seconds, her finger hovering there for a long time before finally clicking send.
This is a very personal statement, but who cares!
Optimus Prime replied after a long time: "Okay, you too."
Tsk, she definitely needs to find some time to talk to him.
He turned off the frequency band of the vector generator, sat for a while, and then turned on Megatron's side.
[The first round of Caron's administration has been officially implemented.]
The response from the user was: "[I saw it, the number of registrations is still rising.]"
Megatron: [It will continue to rise.]
Vector: [You sound even more proactive than the education department.]
Megatron: [The more they learn, the more they will understand what was taken from them.]
Yin Xiang stared at this sentence and rubbed his temples.
He always has this skill.
The first half of the sentence made Ji Xiang nod in agreement, while the second half made her want to press him back into his chair and redefine the difference between "education" and "mobilization".
She replied: "I also hope they know that they can choose not to be swallowed up by any flag."
Megatron took a long time to reply this time: "The flag won't swallow them up."
Vector reference: [Then don't let it become like that.]
There was no further response, and the topic successfully veered to the brink of disaster.
She decided to pull it back from the edge of the cliff first, so that she wouldn't have to argue with him for ages when she finally had a chance to catch her breath.
-
The news from 1997 was quite cheerful.
I've finished my course.
The teacher's explanation was alright.
However, I mentioned two examples that were explained too superficially.
The vector looked at those lines and remained silent: [Didn't you say you'd try not to argue with the teacher?]
97: [No argument.]
97: [This was just an academic exchange.]
Vector reference: [Is the teacher still alive?]
97: [Alive, and still saying my suggestion makes sense.]
Yin Vector leaned back in his chair and chuckled.
AZ also sent feedback.
The entry rate in the third round was more stable than in the first two rounds.
There is still one redirect delay at the Tagan Heights terminal.
[Screenshot taken.]
Received, thank you.
AZ replied after a long time: 【You've worked hard.】
She looked at it, paused for a moment, then slowly slumped into her chair and continued reading the messages.
Jazz joked that the jack almost changed the power transmission port to a "more unique" version.
The ambulance sent a message: "Go rest now."
After knocking down the sender, a photo of the repainted entrance to Caron Academy appeared: "Now it finally looks like an presentable building."
The author added at the end: "[He watched for ten minutes.]"
Starscream, appearing out of nowhere, sent a sarcastic message regarding the third expansion: "Congratulations, Cybertron is finally starting to teach all machines how to read. Truly touching."
The response was: [You could sign up for a speaking etiquette course.]
Red Spider sent an ellipsis, which cheered her up a bit.
-
After she finally finished processing all the text messages, only one encrypted record remained quietly lit up on the desktop.
[Sound Waves - Emotional Module Related]
She never forgot about it. But every time she was about to reach out and deal with it, new oversight requests, new review meetings, new loopholes in the system would come from the side, or Sentinel Prime's face would appear, making her want to shut down the system immediately.
Now she finally has some free time.
She first turned on the ambulance's frequency, then stopped.
No, this involves the issue of factions.
She switched to Megatron's frequency and stopped there as well.
If this matter is truly related to Decepticon loyalty, she would most likely end up arguing with Megatron if she went to him now.
She thought about it for a moment, and finally clicked on Knockout first. He was most sensitive to mecha modifications, and it was hard for him not to gossip.
Have you seen sound waves recently?
The knockdown came back very quickly.
I've met them.
【What? 】
Vector Typing: [How is he doing?]
There was a brief pause, actually very short, but the vector had already sensed something was wrong.
Knockout: [You didn't know?]
The vector's finger hovered just above the input box: 【What should I know?】
This time the knockdown took even longer, and then that line of text popped up:
[The emotional module has been removed. Completed yesterday.]
The vector stared at those few words.
This time, the processor instantly caught fire, burning from near the fire capsule all the way to the brain module, making her almost unable to hear any sounds around her.
Yesterday, yesterday.
Just one day short.
She jumped up, causing her chair to slide backward a short distance.
BICk0, holding the documents, was startled: "Your Excellency the Chief Justice?"
Vector didn't answer; instead, she activated the sound frequency band: "Where are you?"
There was a two-second silence on the other end.
Sound waves: [Dwelling/Location.]
I'm going there now.
Sound wave: [Access is now open.]
She turned off the terminal and turned to leave.
BICk0 whispered from behind, "Then, the third round of supervision will be supplemented—"
"Throw it there!"
BICk0 shut up immediately.
-
The sound wave's dwelling place was very quiet, as if all sounds had been filtered out by it beforehand.
The door opened automatically as she approached, and the vector vector transformed from vehicle mode back to robot mode without pause, rushing forward.
Then she stopped in the inner room.
The sound waves stood there.
At first glance, she couldn't even immediately match the machine in front of her with the sound waves in her memory.
The previous sound waves were loud and silent, with cold, hard lines on the outer armor, making it look like an intelligence aircraft that was suppressing its sharpness.
He has broad shoulders, wears dark outer armor, and his facial display screen is always quietly lit, allowing him to see everything but rarely letting others see himself.
Things are different now.
His body has been redesigned.
The deep purple and black outer armor fit together more sharply, the lines on the chest and abdomen were very narrow, and purple energy patterns extended from the depths of the chest armor to the limbs, like some kind of cold light sealed inside the body.
The outer armor on his shoulders spreads backward, forming two long, pointed wing-like structures that elongate his shadow.
Its arms became slender and its claws sharper, hanging at its sides like two quiet, folded blades.
The legs were also modified to resemble the hind legs of a bird, with sharp toes.
The faceplate narrowed, and the purple light on the screen remained cold and undisturbed.
What bothered the vector most was the area on his chest.
There should have been traces of the emotional module there, but now only the sealed new armor remains, flat, cold, and cruelly beautiful.
She stared at that spot, her breathing becoming completely disordered.
"You really picked it."
Soundwave looked at her: "It's done."
The three words were like a knife brushing against her embers.
She rushed to him in a few steps, grabbed the edge of his breastplate with one hand, and pressed her other hand against the newly modified outer armor on his waist, desperately trying to confirm whether the machine in front of her was still the one she knew, Soundwave.
His body was much taller than hers. She looked up at him, her fingers gripping him tighter and tighter until her knuckles ached.
I said no.
Soundwave didn't lower his head to avoid her gaze: "You expressed your opposition."
"That wasn't an expression of opposition!"
The vector roared, "I told you not to do that! I told you not to cut yourself off!"
The sound wave didn't push her away. Instead, it raised its hand slightly and placed it behind her shoulder, gently stabilizing her as if afraid she might lose her balance.
The vector sensed it, and that's why she felt even worse.
He could still be like this, he hadn't become empty, but he deliberately removed the emotional module!
"Why?" she asked, her voice trembling as she gripped him. "Why did you do this?"
The sound wave replied calmly, "Emotional interference has decreased."
The vector looked at him.
"Loyalty stability has been improved."
"Improved judgment efficiency."
"Listen to what you're saying." Her voice suddenly lowered, becoming even more terrifying than before. "Soundwave, listen to what you're saying."
The sound waves were silent, and the purple screen showed no expression, but his hand, which had been resting on her shoulder, did not retract.
The vector was almost breathless: "Loyalty to stability?"
She gave a cold laugh, but her eyes were already welling up with tears: "So what? Do you think the less you are yourself, the more valuable you are?"
"no."
"What is that?"
The sound wave didn't answer immediately; it seemed to be searching for a precise enough word.
But emotions aren't a dictionary; some things can't be explained simply by looking up definitions.
His silence wore down the last vestige of reason in the vector until it stung and then snapped.
"Have you considered that this isn't an upgrade?"
"This isn't about changing the outer armor or the output ports; it's about making yourself more suitable for combat, more suitable for eavesdropping, and more suitable for the Decepticons!"
She raised her hand and slapped hard on the newly sealed armor on his chest.
"This is a part of you!"
"You've removed a part of yourself!!"
The sound wave finally spoke: "The remnants of emotion still remain."
The vector was momentarily stunned.
The sound wave continued, "The fluctuations at the fire seed level have not been completely eliminated."
Yes, he wasn't completely oblivious; he even knew there was some residue left.
But he simply defined it as fluctuation, as not cleared.
Her hand was still holding his, but suddenly she lost her strength.
"You know there's more."
Her voice softened: "You know you still have it, so why are you still doing it?"
Soundwave looked at her.
This time, he did not answer.
Perhaps he really didn't know.
Perhaps he knew, but had no way of saying it.
I had a lot more to say about the vector.
She was so desperate to yell at him.
I want to curse the Decepticons, I want to curse Megatron, I want to curse everything that makes "loyalty" seem more important than an independent individual.
But when the sound suddenly stopped and a little damp heat overflowed from the edge of the optical lens, she was stunned.
The sound wave moved its hand slightly, as if it wanted to lift it up, but stopped.
The vector suddenly released him, took a step back, and then turned around.
I don't want to see you right now.
Her voice was hoarse like sand, and she felt cold and aching all over.
The sound wave stood still, neither stopping nor chasing her, but simply watching her walk towards the door.
The door opened in front of her.
She walked out, and only after the door closed behind her did she realize that her hands were still trembling.
She stood in the corridor, motionless for a long time.
He listened to the advice, he considered it, and then he did it anyway.
She was a day late.