Chapter 725 - 5: Begin Action (Part 1)

[Lille: This world is not the world you know—it’s like another planet, another dimension, or another... well, think of it however you like.]

[Lille: There is no Military Technology, no Arasaka Tower, none of those companies, and no Night City; there’s only a world that superficially resembles the world of 2009. Here, it’s the Mei Country.]

[Lille: But the difference is, there are aliens here. You’ve already seen... them, metal life forms that can transform, robots.]

[Lille: What you saw just now were toy soldiers, but there are indeed big ones—very, very big ones.]

Cybertron’s scanning radiation swept over Lille’s body.

As everyone knows, whether human or machine, they can perceive the world because the world is "radiating" various kinds of information.

The eyes receive light, the eardrums sense vibrations, the skin and subcutaneous nerves can feel temperature, hardness...

But as for Transformers, they also have all kinds of sensors, and as long as they have sufficient Spark Energy and knowledge reserves, they can completely equip all kinds of super perception systems on their bodies.

Infrared, ultraviolet, X-rays, radio waves, microwaves, radioactive substances, nuclear magnetic resonance, ultrasound, infrasound...

These are all possible perception systems they might have, and depending on the situation, they can also actively release some radiation to detect the state and structure of targets.

The combination of these radiations and the symbolic feedback of data also requires a large accumulation of knowledge and experiential learning to be used correctly—

In general, the only thing Lille’s phone-like body can perceive is that something is scanning his body, and this radiation certainly contains electromagnetic waves, or even Spark Energy radiation.

The one scanning him was Bumblebee.

Humans standing in front of this big guy feel an overwhelming pressure, and Lille, at only twenty-something centimeters tall, feels even more uncomfortable.

Johnny was stuffed with a carrot, the whole person silently contemplating: How did I wake up in a madman’s head?

Lille can clearly perceive this guy’s thoughts, but for now, he doesn’t interfere too much. There are still many days ahead; Johnny will accept reality in time.

Right now, he has a lot to do: The existence of Cybertron means that in theory, this world’s science and technology differ greatly from that of the general world at a fundamental level. And now he has obtained Spark Energy...

He should acquire more technology to enhance his strength, to cope with the escalating war in the Marvel World, and to find a way back to the Cyberpunk World.

"So, Bumblebee, he says he’s not a Decepticon, but I think he is. What do you think?"

Lille helplessly glanced at Sam: Damn, this kid said he’d vouch for me.

Transformers are not real robots, but mechanical life forms, so they also have emotions—

Decepticons are naturally inclined to allocate more Spark Energy into physical and combat abilities, with fewer and weaker emotional types, and those they have tend to be more belligerent.

Autobots, in comparison, have richer emotions.

During the scan earlier, Bumblebee felt something was off, but with this glance from Lille, it was clear the emotions were indeed rich.

Moreover, the structure Lille uses doesn’t align with the Decepticons, and more importantly...

Bumblebee pinched Lille between two fingers, looking at the Martial Artist engraving behind him—

A deep voice came from the radio: "This is not one of ours."

Then switched to a voice with static: "Not our friend, nor our enemy..."

Finally, it turned into what seemed like lines from a suspense novel or movie: "It is... something else entirely, a completely different entity."

Lille spread his hands, shifting his gaze from Sam to Bumblebee: "Yes, I am indeed something different."

"Who are you?"

"A human trapped in metal, it’s complicated to explain, but I’m not an enemy, Sam—"

Lille looked at Sam, and Bumblebee also turned to look, the latter thought for a moment and said: "Er... what he said isn’t really wrong, just now he helped me take out several Decepticons.

And—didn’t tear down my house."

Bumblebee released Lille, who with a clatter fell, landing on the table with both feet.

"Listen, Bumblebee, I want to talk to you about going to college."

Bumblebee instantly became very excited, the thought of going to college with Sam seemed like a blast.

But Sam immediately said: "I won’t take you with me, that’s the rule, freshmen aren’t allowed to drive to school.

Besides, you’re an Autobot, you shouldn’t be cooped up in my dad’s garage all the time, you’ll get sick from it.

There’s a whole great world waiting for you outside."

Bumblebee’s expression became very sad, and Lille felt a peculiar sensation in his heart:

Clearly a metal body, yet the expression and emotions of Transformers are so obvious.

10-year-old Little Johnny appeared in Lille’s vision, arms folded, looking at Bumblebee—

[Johnny: You say this is... a mechanical life form, it really seems like the real deal, even love robots aren’t this realistic... should say the expressions are quite distinctive.]

[Johnny: Really interesting, if it appears on the battlefield it could probably blow up a Military Technology combat team of robots, looks just like a human...]

[Johnny: Yet hanging out with a kid about to go to college, this kid doesn’t look like a street punk either?]

[Johnny: I bet he’s a coward: with such an awesome robot, he still thinks about studying.]

[Lille: What else then?]

[Johnny: If I had this thing... I’d go hit Arasaka Tower every day.]

[Lille: That’s why you really are shallow, Johnny Silverhand.]

"...Look at me, big guy." Sam reached out to hold Bumblebee’s face, the latter very cooperatively looked over, "The task of guarding me is over, you’ve completed it, I’m very safe now.

You need to find Optimus Prime, and the other Autobots, I want to live a normal life, so I’m going to college.

If I take you, I definitely can’t attend college..."

Bumblebee, crying, had oil flowing from his eyes.

"...Don’t be like this, Bumblebee, it’s not goodbye forever, you’ll always be my first car, I love you, Bumblebee."

After saying this, Sam turned and left the garage, leaving Bumblebee sorrowfully pondering.

Of course, Lille was also left behind—

"Uh... don’t worry, I can keep an eye on him for you, if there’s any problem, I can contact you immediately."

Bumblebee looked at Lille: "You’re saying that if he doesn’t take me, he’ll take you?"

Lille shrugged, sitting down on the table: "The reality is, a freshman driving a flashy sports car draws attention.

But using an ordinary phone... even if this phone’s Lithium Battery might explode, it won’t interfere with his life.

However... I need a little assistance to better complete this task, like how your scanner just now works?"

The radio echoed with the big guy’s voice, and Bumblebee stared at Lille: "This isn’t something a little guy can use."

Every dimension of a Transformer’s abilities must rely on the support of Spark Energy, and the overall attributes are limited by the total spark source.

Small usually means incomplete: if Intelligence is high, then the body is weak; if the body is strong, then Intelligence is hard to improve...

However, Lille doesn’t rely solely on the spark source for activity.

"How will we know if we don’t try? I’m neither an Autobot nor a Decepticon, I’m a human soul residing in metal.

Theoretically, I should hide all this from you, but I didn’t, I think we should be friends, not enemies?"

Lille extended his hand.

To further understand "Spark Energy" and Cybertron Technology, the best choice currently is to approach the Autobots.

Bumblebee thought for a moment, but still extended a finger to touch Lille’s small palm.