mynovelweb Chapter 93 The scene is too beautiful to contemplate.
Chapter 93 The scene is too beautiful to contemplate.
When Vector woke up, his first thought was that someone had taken apart his brain module and soaked it.
The processor seemed to be stuck in a semi-loaded state. Her vision brightened for half a second, then dimmed again. The optical lens refocused, and the light-colored metallic lines on the ceiling slowly became clear in her field of vision.
strangeness.
She stared at the ceiling for two nanoseconds before belatedly realizing that this was not her room.
The next second, fragmented pieces from last night seemed to have been casually pulled out of a pile of junk and began to surface intermittently in her brain.
Nuclear-infused fine wine, the voice of 97, the face of the ambulance that looked ready to take her for a check-up at any moment, Orion's gentle voice, Megatron's red optical glasses looking down, and something that seemed to have been said by herself.
No...no what was it again?
The vector freezes.
She slowly sat up, her movements so cautious that it was as if she were not getting out of a charging bed, but sitting on a bomb whose countdown had just stopped.
The body was not damaged and the energy circulation was basically stable. The joints were a little sore and there was still a slight warmth near the fire seed chamber.
This feeling is familiar.
He drank too much.
Yin Vector sat on the edge of the bed, the optical mirror slowly emptying.
Very well, yesterday she disassembled her dignity into parts and randomly distributed them to those present.
She raised her hand to cover her face mask, remained silent for a few seconds, then lowered her hand and swiped to open the terminal.
Sure enough, there was news in the private frequency band.
The number at the very top is 97.
I'm home.
[The nut-infused beer is delicious... but let's really not drink it.]
The vector face expressionlessly swiped them down.
OK, 97 is still alive.
The ambulance message was listed below, and the tone of the voice, even through the terminal, conveyed the unique patience of a medical officer.
[After waking up, replenish with a low-stimulation energy drink.]
Don't consume high-purity supplies directly.
Your behavior yesterday is a classic example of what not to do.
The vector looked at the last sentence, paused for a moment, and then replied:
[I'm awake, but I'm not falling apart.]
A reply popped up quickly.
[Go replenish your energy potion first.]
And please, don't drink so much anymore.
She glanced at it for two seconds, silently closed half of the interface, and then looked at other frequency bands.
After confirming that 97, the ambulance, and the other aircraft present had all returned safely, she finally turned her attention back to the room she was in.
She recognized the room.
The guest room in Orion's house.
She had been here a few times before. The room was as clean and well-maintained as ever, with even the small supply station next to the charging bed neatly arranged and a bottle of low-stimulation energy liquid placed beside it, clearly prepared in advance.
Orion-style thoughtfulness.
It was so thoughtful that it made her even more curious about what she had done last night.
Yin Xiang picked up the energy liquid and took two sips. Just as she put the container down, she heard soft footsteps outside the room.
The door did not open immediately.
Orian's voice rang out first from outside: "Are you awake?"
"You're awake," the vector responded, paused, and then added, "I'm feeling normal now."
The door opened.
Orion stood at the door, his blue optical glasses scanning her to confirm that she could indeed sit up and didn't seem to be in any obvious discomfort before his expression relaxed a little.
"Looks fine."
The vector stared at him for two seconds.
Orian was still the same Orian, with a gentle expression and a calm tone, showing no intention of mocking her.
But the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.
"Your expression," she said slowly, "is like you know a lot, but have decided not to say it for now."
Orion paused for a moment.
The vector optical mirror shrank slightly: "What exactly did I do yesterday?"
Orion seemed to be carefully choosing his words: "Would you like to hear the honest version, or the friendly version?"
Pointer vector: "..."
She remained silent for a moment.
"Can I choose to remain in hibernation now?"
"It's too late."
This statement was not made by Orion.
Following the sound, the vector looked towards the door.
Megatron was sitting outside, half of his machine bathed in the faint, cold light of the projection screen. He looked like he had been awake for a long time, or perhaps he hadn't rested at all.
He looked up at me, his expression neither good nor bad.
The vector stared at him for two seconds, and a fragment suddenly flashed through the brain module.
She felt like she was being hugged by someone... and she seemed a little unhappy as she patted him.
And then... she doesn't remember.
The vector slowly shifted its gaze, mechanically picked up the energy liquid, and took another sip.
Megatron looked at her: "Trying to pretend nothing's wrong now?"
"I didn't." Vector put down the container, trying to maintain the last shred of dignity. "I was just replenishing my energy. The ambulance required it."
Megatron snorted.
Orion walked in and placed another supply package beside him: "The ambulance was right. Your body was under a lot of strain yesterday, so it's best not to rush around today."
The vector looked at him: "How exactly did things end yesterday?"
"You refuse to go back to your own place," Orion said.
The vector paused.
Megatron coldly added, "You won't even let us decide for you."
This sentence was like a small hook, directly pulling out those fragments in her brain module.
No.
Why did you all order all of these for me?
It's not like I can't walk by myself.
Then, as if trying to prove she could stand firm, she slipped.
The guiding vector slowly closes the optical mirror.
awesome.
It's more complete now.
I want to die even more now.
Orion's voice still sounded gentle: "It's not too bad. You're just a little more persistent than usual."
"He's being very polite," Megatron said.
Vector opened his optical glasses and looked at Megatron: "So what's your unpolite version?"
Megatron looked at her.
"Yesterday you were like a newly launched machine with a page full of fault reports."
Pointer vector: "..."
She calmly picked up the energy drink and continued drinking.
You can't refute him, because if you do, he'll just keep talking.
Orion coughed softly beside him, suppressing his laughter.
The vector immediately looked over: "You smiled."
"no."
You definitely laughed.
Orion remained calm: "I just think you're recovering faster than I expected."
Vector-guided squinting optical mirror.
Her gaze swept back and forth between Orion and Megatron, and she finally belatedly noticed something more subtle.
The atmosphere between the two machines was off... like some kind of confrontation had happened last night that she didn't know about, and both sides tacitly kept that part hidden under the table.
Orion looked as mild-mannered as ever, while Megatron looked as impatient as ever.
Her brain modules haven't fully recovered yet, so she doesn't want to pursue the matter further, nor can she ask any more questions.
She only asked one very practical question: "So why did I sleep here yesterday?"
Orion replied naturally, "Your condition wasn't suitable for any more trouble at the time. I'm nearby, so it's convenient for me to take care of you."
Megatron remained silent.
The vector looked at him.
Megatron crossed his arms, his expression indifferent: "What, you want me to carry you back?"
The vector silently looked down at the energy liquid in his hand.
She stopped talking.
She felt that she was probably carried last night, and likely struggled quite a bit.
The scene was too beautiful to recall.
The room was quiet for a moment.
Just as she was about to bury the topic and let it go to the grave along with her dignity from the previous night, her terminal suddenly lit up.
Public channel push.
At the same time, Orion and Megatron's terminals also lit up.
The atmosphere in the room changed instantly.
The vector looked down at the title.
[Announcement of the Supreme Council's Interim Resolution on the Adjustment of Military Supervision and Reorganization of Judicial Seats in the Karon Region]
Her earlier embarrassment was instantly halved.
It's very effective at sobering up; it's more invigorating than any supplement.
She opened the announcement.
The announcement was beautifully written.
Following deliberations through relevant hearing procedures by the Supreme Council, and taking into account the recent governance needs of the Karon region, the stable operation of the military district, and the requirements for adjustments to the independence of judicial functions, the following interim appointments and confirmations are hereby made.
The vector looked down expressionlessly.
Megatron is appointed as the overseer of the Calon Military District, responsible for coordination, order maintenance, external security, and related defense operations within the district.
Megatron looked at the words without showing any obvious expression.
For him, this is most likely what he deserves.
The vector continues to be drawn downwards.
[It has been confirmed that the Chief Justice will be responsible for independent judicial decisions, deliberation of major disputes, oversight of hearings, and related legal restructuring matters.]
She stared at her own name for two seconds.
The words were arranged neatly, calmly, and beautifully, but she remembered them not like that.
She remembered the shattered platform, the unpleasant silence of the officials, and the cracks under her feet that hadn't been completely cleared when she stood on the platform.
She remembered the weight of the Holy Grail, and she remembered how much resentment was hidden in those eyes when the Apple of Gold was handed to her.
The announcement now only contains the word "confirmed".
The corner of the vector's mouth twitched slightly.
"After careful discussion, it was unanimously approved."
She slowly read the last sentence of the announcement, then looked up at Orion, and then at Megatron.
"They call that unanimous approval?"
Megatron sneered: "They can't exactly write that it was forced to pass."
Orion looked at the announcement, his tone remaining calm: "Judging from the context of the announcement, it is indeed not very convenient."
Yin Vector turned to look at him: "What you're saying sounds like you're making excuses for their layout."
Orion sighed softly: "I'm just saying they won't write down what actually happened."
"That's true." The vector leaned back and continued gliding with its head down.
The announcement was followed by a bunch of nonsense.
To maintain public order, ensure regional stability, and promote the operation of the judiciary, relevant agencies must actively cooperate in the handover.
Scroll down to the bottom and suddenly you'll see the attached diagram.
She clicked on it.
She fell silent the moment the picture unfolded.
In the photo, she stands in the center of a circular platform, holding the Holy Grail in her right hand and the golden apple in her left.
Her mech's silhouette was captured clearly, the deep purple and dark blue armor highlighting its sharp lines under the cold light. The cyan-blue optical lenses were also bright and clear, even appearing more precise than they did on camera.
If you only look at her, this photo does indeed look like a formal handover.
The problem lies in the background.
The vector stared at the platform behind her for two seconds.
The platform is intact.
At least that's how it looks in the photos.
The cracked, collapsed, and shattered structural traces were all blurred, with the edges patched up quite naturally. Other officials were also blurred into a respectable background, making it impossible to see their expressions at the time.
The only thing that's clearest in the whole picture is her, along with the Holy Grail and the golden apple in her hands.
Yin Vector stared at the image for a long time without saying a word.
Orion saw it too.
Megatron glanced at it, and his expression immediately turned somewhat sarcastic.
Finally, the vector slowly spoke: "They've repaired the platform."
Orion looked at the photo: "It's definitely been edited in the picture."
"That's impressive." Vector's tone was flat. "So the fastest way for Cybertron's engineering department to fix things is by editing images."
Megatron chuckled softly: "They've always been better at repairing surfaces."
Using vector graphics to zoom in on the image, I took another look at the blurred background.
"The repair was done quite carefully," she said. "Even the cracks are covered up with a lot of layers."
The announcement made no mention of the real disputes during the hearing, who was forced to concede, or why they suddenly agreed, let alone whether she had any videos or records that could embarrass them.
They only told all Cybertronian citizens that everything had been carefully discussed, everything was in accordance with procedures, and everything was proceeding smoothly and orderly.
Megatron became the supervisor of the Calon Military District.
The vector became the chief judge.
As for how those two positions were pried out of their hands through a series of twists and turns, that's not important.
As he looked at his own name, his mind became completely clear.
Megatron spoke up from the side: "From now on, they'll put you on the table."
"I know."
He said, "All the machines know where you are."
The vector looked up at him: "You too."
Megatron looked at her, his red optical mirror reflecting no emotion: "This is how I was going to be."
The use of the vector is not surprising at all.
Under the supervision of the Karon Military District.
From this moment on, Megatron's power had a legitimate shell.
And hers—the Chief Justice.
An exceptional individual, born from a defective product and raised in a junkyard, is now being personally inscribed into the heart of judicial power by the Supreme Council.
Ironic.
That felt great.