A Transformer's Encounter with a Human Girl

"Ah! Ah! Monster! The monster is killing people! Help!"

Perhaps because they had been terrified out of their wits, the remaining few sand bandits cried out incoherently as they staggered backward and fled toward the desert behind them.

Meanwhile, Starscream was translating the humans' language.

"Host, the word 'god' they used earlier seemed to be complimentary. They appeared to regard us as great beings. But now they are using the word 'monster,' which is derogatory! Perhaps those ordinary humans were lying before. The logic of these low-level lifeforms is truly difficult to understand. It seems their civilization will need millions of years before it can advance to Cybertron's level!"

Fine! Getting a Transformer to understand human civilization really was quite difficult. The gulf in communication was no small thing. However, Starscream detected hostility in their tone, and what those sand bandits had done to the girl earlier filled him with an inexplicable disgust. So he directly raised the laser gun in his hand.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Another three shots, and the remaining three men were all reduced to ashes. In this vast sea of sand, no one would ever know what had happened today—except for the girl not far away, who sat collapsed on the ground in stunned silence.

"What is your name? Where did you come from? Tell me everything you know!"

Starscream had only just arrived on this planet and knew absolutely nothing about the experiences of these ordinary humans. There was no other source of information in sight, and he did not have a brainwave detector like Soundwave's installed on his body. Thus, he could only point his gun at her and use the most primitive method to obtain the testimony he wanted.

"Wuwuwu... D-don't kill me... Don't... don't..."

Unfortunately, Starscream's method of communicating with the humans of this planet did not seem particularly effective. This human girl, who had already suffered tremendous shock and fright, burst into tears for a while before tilting her head and fainting. Starscream was left speechless...

"System, scan this human girl. I don't think I did anything to her, did I? At most, I pointed a gun at her and made her tell me some things! She hasn't died too, has she?"

Watching the scene before him, Starscream felt utterly helpless. Had his behavior just now been too extreme? But logically speaking, he seemed to have saved this girl, hadn't he? He had prevented those four men from "eating" her...

However, the Ever-Changing Steel System did not possess Starscream's sense of humor. It directly emitted a streak of intertwined red and blue light, scanning the human girl from head to toe before reaching its conclusion.

"Host, according to the scan, this human's physical indicators are basically normal. She likely suffered fright earlier, which caused intermittent unconsciousness. As for when she will awaken, that depends on her own physiological condition. I hope that during your next inquiry, you can maintain a gentler tone. It is clear that this human is very afraid of us!"

Fine! Humans in such a backward civilization were already not particularly enlightened. Especially after witnessing Starscream's methods, this human girl had probably long since demonized the enormous robot in her mind.

"Then what do we do? Just wait here for this human girl to wake up on her own? This is such a boring thing!"

Starscream helplessly put away his laser gun and rubbed his massive mechanical head. It seemed that quite a bit of sand had gotten inside. What an utterly detestable environment!

"Host, this system advises against leaving this human exposed in the desert. The temperature difference between day and night in this desert is particularly great. The human before us should be a warm-blooded organism and likely cannot adapt to such drastic changes!"

Fine! Although it had only just arrived on this planet, the Ever-Changing Steel System seemed able to analyze the characteristics of the native lifeforms here perfectly and provide very pertinent advice.

"Then what should we do? Build a fire for her with those rags on the ground?"

"This system does not recommend that either. If you are willing, you may place this human girl in your cockpit and provide an appropriate supply of oxygen and temperature control. That would also help her awaken more quickly!"

This was the best suggestion given by the Ever-Changing Steel System, though the level of treatment seemed rather high.

Compared with Transformers, who could withstand extreme heat and cold, these humans were not merely a little frail. Even if Cybertron needed pets, they would not choose creatures like these, would they? He truly did not know how explorers from other universes had recorded the biological characteristics of this planet.

"What a hassle, but I'll follow your advice!"

Although he found it troublesome, Starscream still believed the Ever-Changing Steel System's method was the most appropriate. So he extended his enormous mechanical hand and gently picked up the human girl.

He did not dare grip her too tightly, afraid of causing irreversible damage to her body. Then, the cockpit door in the chest of Starscream's robot form automatically opened. There were two seats, one in front and one behind. He placed the girl in the front seat, then closed the cockpit door.

She was probably the first human on this planet to ride in an aircraft, wasn't she?

"Setting it to twenty-five degrees should be fine, right? You're getting off easy—I'll even play you some music. To stop you from touching my control panel, I'll have to strap you in with a seat belt!"

This was also a very strange encounter for Starscream. A Transformer warrior who had lived for who knew how many millions of years, after a bizarre fusion of sparks, had inexplicably become an Autobots' informant. Now he had inexplicably arrived on an entirely new planet, caring for the first human girl he had encountered here as though she were a kitten. The feeling was truly strange—an indescribable kind of strange!

Whether the human girl's physical functions had naturally recovered or she had been stirred by the beautiful cosmic music, after roughly two hours, she finally slowly woke up. Still bleary-eyed, she looked around, stretched lazily, and then said something that left Starscream utterly baffled.

"Mom, why does our tent look different? It feels so small!"

Fine! What was a tent? Was it the dwelling of these ordinary humans? Had this girl become muddled from sleep?