Advanced Plastics

From their online keyboard battle to their immediate separation in real life, what seemed like a long time actually took only three seconds.

After the exchange, the senior engineer crossed his legs and watched his opponent with great interest, while Chernobyl's complex holographic projection was covered in a lot of mosaics, like he had some kind of eczema.

Even a wisp of "high-level information mist," however small, is part of a cosmic monster and the matrix of memories.

Although it cannot instantly kill the opponent, there is no doubt that Chernobyl will need a lot of computing power to suppress it, and the further it goes, the more difficult it will be to suppress it.

The outcome is decided!

"Oh, it looks like we're almost there," the senior engineer glanced out the window. The scene of the lake outside the window had become clearer, which meant that the train had decelerated from the second cosmic velocity to the first cosmic velocity. At the same time, a huge, suspended metal ring could be seen appearing at the front of the train.

As the interstellar train passed through the "gravity-free magnetic ring," the train body connected with sensors inside the ring, generating a large amount of electricity from the void.

The giant metal ring is about 10km in diameter. Although it is not comparable to a civilization-level building, it is not small. However, against the backdrop of the stars in the universe, it still appears as a drop in the ocean. Only when the train passes through it will you realize that this thing is much bigger than you imagined. At the same time, when passing through the ring, you will be enveloped in a state of "advanced controllable magnetic field". It feels like your body is wrapped in layers of thick cotton from the inside out, as if you were suddenly stuffed into water from a vacuum.

Passing through the metal magnetic ring and looking out the window, a silvery-white metal satellite appeared in the engineer's eyes. As the train slowed down, a small hole slowly appeared in the satellite, like an egg with a pinhole.

Once the interstellar train entered, the entire satellite changed shape, resembling a giant mechanical face.

"Have the satellites been armed?"

The senior engineer muttered to himself, "Although I've heard Director Du talk about it, seeing it for myself, I only have one feeling: the mother city is really damn rich."

Arming a satellite consumes immeasurable resources and money. Generally speaking, only the capital planet of a Type 3 civilization would choose to fully arm its satellites to protect its core territory.

Furthermore, upon entering Cybertron, the senior engineer immediately felt a chill run down his spine. This feeling was very familiar; it was the same feeling he had when he was targeted by the civilization's weapons before.

Without a doubt, Cybertron also possesses a stockpile of advanced weaponry, and most likely more than one type.

The train pulled into the station, the gates opened, and there were no welcoming staff. Instead, it felt like being thrown into a prison. There was a huge, dark mass of mechanical buildings. Every now and then, high-level mechanical life forms would fly into a building to replace parts and maintain the fire. Above, there was an even larger army of mechanical octopuses.

"This gloomy, militaristic feeling is very uncomfortable," Tong Shaojian complained.

"That's the mechanical aesthetics of Cybertron. Humans are beautiful," Chappie shrugged.

"What should we do next?" the senior engineer asked.

"Given Cybertron's usual style, they won't entertain us or let us rest. They'll most likely head straight to the planet's root server to carry out network security work," the half-mechanical, half-electronic woman, model TX, interjected.

The senior engineer glanced at the other party and, sure enough, after dealing with one troublemaker, the others became much more obedient. Who says AI doesn't bully the weak and fear the strong?

Sure enough, without any reception or greeting, the station began to transform automatically, and a floating bus was generated. The group looked at each other, and Chapai lazily stretched and walked in first.

As this group of people were being brought into the server, a special type of mechanical eye was staring at them intently from the sky.

Deep within the planet, in the Fire Seed Hall, a group of Fire Seed elders were looking at them with either indifference or disdain.

"Another bunch of cockroaches! We shouldn't have let carbon-based species set foot on our sacred territory!"

"Ha, could those metal scraps on the surface be our kind?"

"Only the Cybertron General is the strongest planetary mainframe!"

"Perhaps you should have a fight, and whoever wins gets to decide."

Basically, you can tell which faction these machine lifeforms belong to just by listening to their tone of voice. The Decepticons look down on everything except their own faction, the Divided are die-hard Cybertronians, and the Powers believe that machine lifeforms are invincible and deserve to rule everything.

Furthermore, all the Fire Elders are not mechanical beings, but humanoid figures of flames, their violent energy raging across everything.

In fact, Cybertronian mechanical lifeforms should be called "semi-energy mechanical lifeforms." Unlike the "assembled" mechanical systems, their life source is an energy spark.

Strictly speaking, they cannot be considered purebred mechanical beings. As is well known, the traitors are the most "converted fanatics." Apart from the Autobots, the Devil, the Divided, and the Power factions are all staunch speciesists.

Therefore, basically every change in the underlying protocol is overseen by the Autobots.

One of the flames, clearly belonging to a woman, stared at someone on the screen and suddenly let out a soft exclamation.

"What's wrong, Venus?" another high-ranking member of the Power faction asked with concern. Cybertronian mechanical lifeforms have genders, and as one of the six rulers of the Power faction, and a famous mechanical beauty on Cybertron, Venus undoubtedly has a large number of followers, including this one.

Venus did not reply, but stared at a tall figure in the picture and muttered to herself.

"It was him!"

"Do you know that carbon-based male?" the powerful figure asked, clearly a little jealous.

"No, I've never seen it before, but—"

Venus had indeed never met the High Engineer. During her time guarding the Earth's core, she had many troubles, the most disgusting of which was the "Mas Edge" virus experiment, which infected many of her offspring.

Later, she took matters into her own hands and tried to deal with the virus creator. However, she was first held back by a strange weapon from a civilized civilization. Then, instead of encountering the real culprit, she fought a fierce battle with another enemy, the android A. If A hadn't been in poor condition, she might not have been able to defeat him.

She wasn't stupid either. After the battle, she immediately began investigating the "origin of the virus." Following Mas's "Metal Heart" plan, she traced the clues and found someone.

And this person is the senior engineer in the picture.

"Interesting."

"Kindness?"

In the video, the senior engineer suddenly looked up at the sky. For a brief moment, he felt as if he were being stared at by a tangible gaze.

"What's wrong?" Tong asked.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking that Cybertron is really unfriendly to carbon-based species."

At this moment, they, as envoys of the fortress, were undergoing a very special body search.

The inspection itself wasn't a big deal, and the temporary storage of weapons was barely acceptable, but the most outrageous thing was that in order to enter Cybertron's planetary mainframe, one had to do one thing beforehand: remove the metal elements from one's body.

According to the security guard, this was to prevent people from concealing weapons inside their bodies.

For some reason, I felt like I was taking a civil service exam at the Imperial Household Department.

Undoubtedly, this incident sparked public outrage. The people of the Deep Web are not afraid of Cybertron, and the situation quickly escalated from verbal sparring to a full-blown argument.

And they finally encountered Cybertron's mechanical life. A full hundred Transformers descended from the sky, their size comparable to skyscrapers, each one staring menacingly at the group, seemingly ready to kill them at the slightest provocation.

Cybertron's arrogance is indeed better in person than in reputation, and even better in person than in reputation.

The senior engineer, who was standing at the back watching the drama unfold, quietly nudged Cha Pai and asked curiously, "Did this happen when you guys came here before?"

"No," Chappie shook his head, frowning. "Although Cybertronians weren't exactly human before, they still had at least some basic respect. But this time, something feels off."

That's not just not quite right, it's treating them like prisoners.

"Looks like I'll have to step in," the senior engineer thought, seeing that the two sides were about to start fighting.

At the forefront, arguing with a Decepticon robot from Cybertron, was another kind of 'cyborg life form' called Terminator. He was a super-cyborg employed by the Deep Web and was said to have been a global super mercenary with formidable strength. With the eyes of a high-ranking engineer, a quick glance confirmed that the other party had at least three Tier 3 weapons implanted in his body.

A Tier 3 weapon is something even a senior engineer only possesses.

If this goes viral, we'll make a fortune!

Of course, on the surface, the senior engineer maintained a calm demeanor and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Representative, these metal shells are going too far! They actually want me to remove all the modification devices!" Terminator gritted his teeth, his top-level electronic eyes glowing with anger. This caused a slight commotion among the surrounding Transformers, for no other reason than that their detection systems all displayed warnings of being locked on.

The senior engineer glanced at the electromagnetic gun, as thick as a cannon barrel, on the other person's back, smiled, and patted the other person on the shoulder. "It's nothing, it's just an inspection, we'll do as you say."

"Representative—" The Terminator was about to say something when he suddenly had a thought and stopped talking. Instead, he obediently walked to the testing equipment.

Soon, the test results came back: the metal content in his body was 0.

The surrounding Transformers began to stir.

The reason is simple: a cyborg with a modification rate of over 80% has a metal element content of 0!

Looking at the complex mechanical components on the other side, these "Transformers" had a million complaints in their minds.

Is the machine broken?

A leading Decepticon robot checked it several times before finally confirming that the machine was not broken.

However, when the representatives from DeepNet entered the testing device one by one, and the metal content was all 0, they could finally confirm that someone had tampered with it.

All the robots turned their attention to the senior engineer.

"Why are you looking at me? I'm a law-abiding citizen." The senior engineer said with an innocent look.

"What did you do?" A Decepticon strode over, pointing at the delegation's mechanical components. "You're telling me they're not metal?!"

"Is it possible that they are high-grade plastics?" the senior engineer asked seriously, stroking his chin.