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Purple energy liquid filled every crevice of the machine. I was immersed in this purple liquid when the machine's head sculpt, now covered in optical lenses, handed me a cube. It was purple... no, peeling away the purple veil, it should be—
"A steel fork? A steel fork!"
I realized that my vision was completely dark. Immediately, the optical mirror turned on, and the color signal reached the processor. The ceiling of the Autobot base announced its presence, and the orange and white paint surface suddenly appeared in a corner of my vision.
He said, "How are you feeling?"
The room was slightly cool, a very comfortable temperature. The spark representing the source of life pulsed actively in the spark chamber, and the energy fluid flowed freely throughout the body. A vigorous and rhythmic pulsation emanated from deep within the body, resonating beside the consciousness. The spark also connected to the other end—a calm and composed emotion.
"Energy levels are good, and the aircraft is in normal condition." I propped myself up, the wings on my back feeling uncomfortable from my own weight. The aircraft parts were sending signals that they needed to move, and small metal plates were attached to various parts of the armor—these were sensors for various instruments. To avoid an ambulance yelling "I need this!", I simply stretched and tried to loosen the wing bearings.
"I feel like I'm dreaming. An ambulance? Why is it staring at me like that?" I subconsciously shared my feelings with the paramedic, hoping to get some advice. I seemed to have inadvertently overlooked the ambulance's silence, its sharp aura, and its violently fluctuating flames—which usually meant that the ambulance was very emotional.
The instruments behind him were running, dutifully displaying the flame fluctuation line, while the ambulance in front of him slammed into him with its fist, the thin antenna shaking violently with his movement.
"It hurts!" I hugged the head sculpture, its antennae drooping in pain.
I asked, "Why did you hit me?"
The ambulance's response was abnormal.
"Who told you to insist on coming to the Earth's core with us! Do you know how worried we were about you! You were in hibernation for three whole cycles, and your body didn't show any spark reaction until six game hours ago! The fact that you're still talking here is a medical miracle!"
"So, did you successfully seal the Cosmic Emperor?" I asked. At the same time, I immediately realized that I already knew the result. The memory module was finally activated. I remembered falling into the abyss at the Earth's core, hitting the bottom, and then...
I remember now, I still have a mission entrusted to me by the Cosmic Emperor.
“Unicron isn’t completely dormant, from his…” Ratchet seemed to suddenly realize something, he frowned and asked, “You’re Steel Fork, right?”
A shadow seemed to loom over his machine. At this moment, he looked exactly like he did at that moment—on the Decepticon warship. A sense of helplessness, as if his machine had been stripped away, welled up inside him. I flinched, flapped my wings to cover my embarrassment, and replied, "Of course."
Do you still remember the Apostles?
Am I an apostle? I asked myself.
The apostle said: I possess all your memories, and you possess all my memories. We share the same memories, the same body. Aren't we the same person?
I replied:
"Of course. By the way, is the space bridge finished yet?"
“It’s over.” The ambulance covered its faceplate, then grabbed my arm armor as if afraid I would suddenly run away. “You have to stay with me at the Autobot base. You’re not allowed to go anywhere until I figure out your condition.”
"No! I'm not your canary! Even though I'm an airplane, you're not a bird keeper." I pulled hard, but then, afraid of his anger, I held back.
"Where did you learn all this?!" The ambulance's eyes sharpened instantly. "Are you a Decepticon?"
"The downed open-air cinema... the human movies are really good..."
——
After Optimus Prime unleashed the power of the Entity, purifying Megatron and the Angels, the light faded, and the Entity returned to the leader's body. The Angels fell into a dormant, locked state, making intimate contact with the ground. Optimus Prime lost his memory once again, reverting to Orion. After a brief moment of disorientation, he looked at Megatron through a pair of clear optical lenses—which were actually Megatron.
Megatron was the least affected. He neither lost his memory nor fell into hibernation. The dark super-energy within him was swept away by the leader's power, and his condition could only be described as returning to its original level.
Facing Optimus Prime's gaze, Megatron understood that he had once again fallen into a state of amnesia, just like when he was in the Earth's core.
The owner of the red and blue machine transformed back into Orion from Optimus Prime.
“Megatron? No,” Orion’s optical glasses held a newfound resolve, as if he had transformed back into Optimus Prime. “You are Megatron.”
It seems that Energy Treasure didn't take away all of his memories.
Megatron extended his hand to Orion. This time, he wasn't going to lie to him. Perhaps he was exhausted from the ordeal, or perhaps the bond of alliance still lingered. He said, "I am Megatron. The alliance between the Autobots and Decepticons is not over. We don't need to fight each other."
Lord Megatron, Shockwave has sent an inside message. Please bring back the Angel's body.
Megatron, whose whole body ached at the sight of the Angel, really didn't want to see her. He replied: She's dead.
Shockwave: Her body still has research value.
Megatron watched helplessly as Smoke Screen quietly approached Orion's side and said, "Optimus Prime, leader, let's go quickly."
Orion didn't reach out to shake Megatron's outstretched hand. He saw the red Autobot symbol on the blue and white body armor and didn't refute the claim that he was Optimus Prime. It was clearly not the right time to discuss such matters.
He nodded in agreement, pointed to the wrecked machine lying on the ground, its wings making it look somewhat like a large moth, and asked, "And who is this?"
“We have to take her back; I have a feeling the ambulance drivers will be happy.”
Megatron, with one arm severed and energy pipes still dripping liquid, had recently been ousted from his leadership. Even with some loyal Decepticons like Soundwave still following him, he needed to rebuild the Decepticons and restore his authority. He also needed to repair his machine, and Orion didn't fully trust him; now was clearly not a good time to talk.
Megatron pretended that there was no air in front of him. He even turned his back to the soldiers around him and gave orders: continue building the space bridge. He then walked away to retrieve his arm and check on the progress of the space bridge's construction.
Only after Smokescreen and Orion, believing they had concealed themselves, dragged the Angel's body onto the land bridge from the Autobots, did he send an internal message: "Soundwave, activate the land bridge. Shockwave, if you want the Angel's body, go get it yourself."
This will not be the last time they meet.
——
Material possessions, memories, and social relationships together constitute a person. For Cybertronians, the spark constitutes the origin of the individual, the soul, and life, while the brain modules store memories and personality. The two are interconnected and indispensable.
When the spark returns to the body, the lost memories surge to the brain module along with the energy fluid. Judging from this phenomenon, it is possible that the spark has the function of storing memories.
Is the apostle in my memory myself? She doesn't have my spark, so could she be me? Is the Grim Reaper in my memory me? She seems to be me, but my memories as the Grim Reaper are incomplete. Even if I can remember the identity of the person in front of me, I don't remember many things. But my memories as the apostle are complete and clear. I remember the whispers of the Cosmic Emperor, I remember how I arrived at the Earth's surface, and I remember every detail of the battle clearly.
Am I the Steel Fork? Or an apostle of Unicron? Both, or neither?
The ambulance siren blared: "Good news, her brain modules are very active. Bad news,"
Arcee's voice rang out: "The brain module is active in the wrong place; she has a problem with her identity perception."
"Should we go find the Decepticons?" Optimus Prime's voice rang out. "Isn't Shockwave quite knowledgeable about the Brain Module?"
Everyone's voices rang out in unison:
"no!"
"Shockwave? You mean Shockwave?" A calm and reassuring emotion came from the other end of the Firelink link, and the sweet taste of energy seemed to melt on my tongue. I thought of his unique red optics and thick, reflective breastplate, and asked, "How is he? I remember he came to Earth and was still on the Retribution!"
"Who knows? Tiger hides himself away all day, I wonder what he's up to," said the white-painted machine next to him.
"Who are you? I remember there's an Autobot that's always missing, is that you?" I asked.
"Is that how you perceive me, little protozoan?"
——
Jack, an Autobot, suddenly had the idea to come back and check the partition, only to find Optimus Prime suffering from amnesia and turning back into Orion.
He stayed behind, partly to observe Orion—opportunities like this were rare—and partly to help the Autobots, since if their leader forgot how to fight, the Autobots' situation was uncertain.
——
As I spent more time online, I began to discover that my abilities were more extensive than I had ever felt before, with a wider and deeper range of perception. The space seemed to truly be a data board, which I could pick up and piece together at will.
I want to see him. The spark generously opens its storage of memories. As time goes by, what comes to my side is not only an upgraded sense of sense, but also more past memories flowing into my brain modules bit by bit.
He was the first Cybertronian I met besides myself. We shared so many memories and lived together for so long that his image filled my consciousness.
What's the base like now? Has it been destroyed by monsters? His mech looks good, but how's that giant monster? Has it emerged from the incubation tank?
I suddenly really miss him, and everything about the base.
Following the invisible link that tightly binds me to him, I can sense him across countless walls and infinite spaces.
Cutting like glue, twisting like water ripples, forcefully pulling the fabric, then forcefully sewing the needle and thread together. It was as if a hole had appeared in front of me, and inside the hole was the purple body of the shockwave machine. He turned his head, and the large red dot was facing me.
"A steel fork?"
I went inside.
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