Antenna, delicious
Now, let's turn our attention to the energy ore piled up to the side and focus on the issue that Steel Fork cares about most.
"What about those mines? You..." Grimfork's optical lens snapped towards Optimus Prime, and she quickly changed her tune, "Do we have refining equipment? Can I take a look?"
"Of course, but first we need to transport these raw ores to the warehouse."
...
"Hand over all your documents!"
The ambulance moved forward step by step, and the steel fork retreated in response to his movements. Unbeknownst to him, the ambulance had already cornered the steel fork against the wall.
Facing the Autobots' ore-refining machine, Steel Fork gently placed a large pile of energy ore she had lifted with her powers, set it down securely in the designated area, and then dashed over—given that she was a plane and could fly using her powers—she practically flew, half-runned, to the machine, carefully examining it from the feed inlet to the ore-processing section and finally to the discharge outlet. Sensing the internal mechanical structure covered by a metal shell, which couldn't be directly seen with optical lenses, Steel Fork unconsciously began comparing the machine before her with those in the data and at the base.
When they were in the base with Shockwave, most of their energy came from the energy blocks stored in the base. On rare occasions when they went out and found energy mines, they would try to bring the mines back to the base and refine them. However, such occasions were too few, and the machines in the base that refined energy blocks were mostly unused. But Steel Fork would also go to inspect the machines regularly to see if they were damaged.
The steel fork's furtive glances and movements, like a spy gathering intelligence, were too much for the optical glasses to bear. The ambulance driver, raising an eyebrow, couldn't help but ask in a bad mood:
"What are you doing?"
“This machine is different from the ones in the base data, but some of the structures are very similar. This is the heating…” Steel Fork pointed to the sheet metal furnace on part of the machine, then looked at the orange-white machine next to it, “Is the plate screen at the bottom for separating materials?”
Of course, I understand the structure and principles of the machine I made using materials provided by humans. But when the ambulance stopped, I felt like I had lost all my strength and means. "Yes."
Wait, what did Steel Fork just say? Did it mention the words "data" and "base"? Decepticons' "data" and "base"!
As if suddenly grasping a crucial clue, the ambulance driver's tone instantly turned serious, with a slight rise in his voice at the end, revealing a hint of fervor: "What information are you talking about?"
Steel Fork replied dismissively, "Data is data. What data? Are you asking for the definition of data? Data is..."
"I don't want to hear this. Where did you get your information from?"
"It's from the shockwave. Let me tell you, it's super annoying. I have to inspect a ton of equipment every cycle..."
"Did Shockwave give it to you? What does it contain?" No, Ratchet's eyes suddenly turned fervent. Shockwave was the Decepticon's chief scientist, and the information he provided might contain a lot of valuable information: maps, mechanical equipment, scientific research results... This was undoubtedly a huge attraction for Ratchet, an Autobot researcher.
"Hand over all your documents!"
"..."
The Cybertronian before him remained silent, its gaze fixed on him, its wings flapping once. Ratchet, assuming Grim Reaper was unwilling, stepped back, preparing to transform and unleash a chop to defend himself, when he heard a crisp sound from the machine:
"I haven't added you on the internal line yet. I've just finished organizing the materials, and I can send them to you once I add you on the internal line."
"Just that simple?" Ambulance was incredulous. He eagerly flipped through a vast amount of meticulously crafted, logically rigorous data—clearly in the style of Shockwave—almost entirely composed of mechanical structures, practically a maintenance and manufacturing manual. It even included a pre-programmed system document for newborns produced on the assembly line. The Steel Fork's data didn't contain much cutting-edge experimental data, but the various mechanical structures and principles mentioned were sufficiently useful to them, with a significant portion even qualifying as high-tech. Strangely, there was some historical and artistic knowledge included. Could Shockwave really cultivate his subordinates' tastes? The diverse knowledge was like an encyclopedia. Satisfied, Ambulance dreamily perused the data, feeling both elated and compelled to believe that the data contained no virus.
It was so dramatic that he, an Autobot, so easily obtained substantial information that the Decepticons possessed. He had to go through several races before he could accept the fact. At the same time, he realized that this "former" Decepticon—"current" Autobot—had neither any precautions nor any awareness of patents!
"You just sent me the information about Shockwave so easily?"
"Easy...?" Steel Fork was puzzled. How could it be easy when she had gone to so much trouble to organize it?
"Remember!" the ambulance said sternly, its tone heavy. "You can give the Decepticons information to the Autobots, but you can't give the Decepticons any information about the Autobots!"
"Why?"
"Because the Decepticons are the Autobots' enemies. Most Decepticons are cunning and treacherous..."
"Are you implying that I am cunning and treacherous?"
“No.” Ratchet was glad that Steel Fork’s style of doing things still had a touch of naivety. Her personality had not yet been tainted by the evil of the Decepticons. She was sincere and innocent enough. “Not all Decepticons are cunning and treacherous. Just like you, I’m glad you’ve chosen the Autobots now.”
Steel Fork remembered a rule in the information Shockwave had sent her, the gist of which was that she couldn't give the information to the Autobots. She'd been waiting for an Autobot and had forgotten about it... Oh well, she'd already sent it, what could she do?
"Why? The Autobots can't give the Decepticons information, and the Decepticons can't give the Autobots information, why?"
The ambulance driver sighed and said, "Because we are the enemy. War is not child's play. For example, if you give them a map of the Decepticon base, they will directly send warships to bomb the base. I will die, and you will die too."
"I won't die, it's just an explosion."
The ambulance's loudspeaker choked, and anger surged through the module, "Do you even understand what I'm saying? Do you know how important secrecy is? You..."
An antenna on the back of the ambulance swayed as he spoke, its thin silver wire reflecting light as it moved up and down. When it was moved to the far left, the antenna vibrated and curved, then bouncyly swung to the right. A cat toy attracted a cat, while the ambulance's antenna attracted a steel fork.
The feeding device secreted electrolyte, and an invisible itch came from her teeth. The steel fork braced against the shoulder armor of the ambulance, and the stabilizer gently lifted off the ground. She almost flew up. She leaned down, and the feeding device took the silver metal antenna into its mouth. Her teeth gently rubbed against it, and the metal tongue curled up around the antenna, leaving a trail of electrolyte.
"What are you doing?! Stop!"
For Cybertronians, antennas are like a cat's whiskers, an insect's antennae, or a fish's lateral line. They are equipped with a large number of sensors that can receive signals, sense magnetic fields, and even detect changes in airflow.
The warmth inside the feeder, the slight coolness of the electrolyte exposed to the air, and the amplified sensation of the slightly rough friction from the sensors on the metal tongue by the antenna—it felt like the steel fork was licking his brain module and the spark—it was awful. He screamed in terror, his body tense, "Don't you know how sensitive the antenna is?!"
Steel Fork grinned wickedly: "I know~"
The metal wire in her mouth was supple and chewy, with a smooth texture, and she couldn't help but squeeze harder...
"Aa ...
The sirens of the ambulances echoed throughout the base.
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