aircannonsinc Chapter 85 You really think things are that simple?
Chapter 85 You really think things are that simple?
The moment the lead officer placed his hands on the metal structure beneath the platform, the entire hearing room fell silent.
The next second, a very faint hum came from deep within the metal.
The massive structure was twisted and disrupted inch by inch by someone inside, disrupting its stress distribution.
First the edges, then the middle section, and then the most critical load-bearing points.
The patterns on the bottom of the platform lit up inch by inch, only to be twisted and distorted by an even stronger force field in the next second.
The vector optical mirror narrowed its eyes slightly.
She is not someone who likes to waste her abilities.
At first, she just thought the ability was useful. But the more she used it and the more detailed it became, the more she gradually grasped its core aspects.
This is an invisible force field emanating from her spark, supported by the special structure of her body, and interwoven with electromagnetic and gravitational fields.
Now, she's putting it to good use.
The load-bearing frame at the very front of the platform collapsed first.
Immediately afterwards, a piece of metal emitted a piercing cracking sound. Something that had always been aloof and superior had finally been crushed from its very foundation.
The projection, obscuring the face and posing as a deity, suddenly flickered and became unstable, causing the entire imaging system above the platform to malfunction. The previously blurry and solemn outlines of the councilors were stretched, distorted, and deformed, and then, with a snap, they all disappeared.
Gone.
The high platform suddenly collapsed.
An uncontrollable gasp immediately erupted from the outer seats, the recorder turned pale, and the people sitting in the gallery almost simultaneously stood up.
The group chat was already so quiet it was like a computer had crashed, but then, for a moment, even the audio seemed to freeze.
97: "...By the universal God..."
Knocked down: "My goodness!"
One of the legislators actually fell down.
One person couldn't steady themselves in time and rolled half a circle off the edge, landing hard on their backside. Two others rushed back but lost their footing; while not too badly hurt, they lost all face.
Some reacted quickly and managed to maneuver and land safely before the platform collapsed entirely.
Master Tai was able to stand firm, but the platform collapsed so suddenly that his landing point was slightly off-target.
Just before he landed, a very light and subtle magnetic force supported him from the side, slightly adjusting his center of gravity.
Just for a fleeting moment.
As Titanium Master landed, a look of understanding flashed across his eyes. He then glanced at the vector vector and gave a slight smile.
The vector ignored him.
She's busy right now.
After the platform collapsed completely, chaos ensued. The councilors who had been sitting on it, interrogating people through the projection, were all forced to the ground, no longer able to rely on their high positions.
Then, amidst the chaos and disarray, one figure remained calm.
It was so steady it was almost blinding.
The middle member of parliament.
Enemy of the Heavens.
He landed steadily on the last piece of metal that hadn't completely shattered. The machine was tall, with a cold, hard color, and its shoulders and back were ramrod straight.
The platform collapsed, the projection shattered, and the other councilors were more or less thrown into disarray, but he seemed completely unconcerned about this unexpected incident.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the vector.
The gaze lacked rage or overt emotion; rather, it was a colder, more contemptuous, and arrogant scrutiny that came from someone in a superior position who had been offended.
The next second, he walked straight towards her.
too fast.
Megatron had already raised his hand, but Sentinel Prime was still one step ahead and pressed forward to Graviton.
He was already tall, and after landing, he stood extremely close together, almost with his breastplate touching his breastplate. The shadow he cast covered the entire vectoring machine.
Then, he slowly lowered his head, leaning forward slightly, and a sense of oppression emanated from his visor.
The vector force had just collapsed the high platform, and before he could catch his breath, he looked up and stared at him.
Yutiandi looked at her, a cold, scrutinizing glint in his eyes.
In fact, from the moment the summons list was finalized and sent to his personal terminal, he felt that something was wrong with this machine called "Vector".
The file is abnormal; the number is not in the standard production sequence, the registration path is incomplete, and there are obvious gaps in early identity records.
At first it was just "non-standard", but as the investigation progressed, it became "should not have appeared in the normal system at all".
He couldn't possibly miss such a mark.
Absolutely irrefutable evidence is not required.
The unusual serial number, the discontinuous records, the artificially patched identity trajectory, and the subtle and unstable adaptation traces of her body itself were enough for him to make a high-probability judgment.
A defective product.
An anomaly who somehow escaped its fate of being abandoned and even ignited a spark.
And now, such a machine has actually stood in front of the Supreme Council and smashed the high platform.
Yutiandi stared at her, his voice low and slow, initially only the two of them could hear it.
"Defective product".
The entire vectoring unit froze for a moment.
She didn't want to, but it was instinct.
A wound that had long been buried deep within the body, a wound that was thought to have been forgotten and buried, was suddenly pierced by a nail.
Before she could even react, the defense mechanism had already tightened her entire machine, with her shoulder armor, back armor, and leg joints all locking up almost imperceptibly in that instant.
Sentinel Prime saw it.
He then knew that he had guessed correctly.
He gave a very slight, malicious twitch at the corner of his mouth, slowly straightened his upper body again, and then raised his voice, deliberately making sure the whole room could hear him.
"Some defective product from who-knows-where dares to stand here and talk about qualifications, and even try to dismantle the Supreme Council's platform?"
The hearing room erupted in chaos, instantly igniting the atmosphere throughout the room.
Defective products.
The people on the outer perimeter gasped on the spot, took a half step back, and subconsciously looked at the vector, as if they couldn't believe what they had just heard.
Surprise, fear, disgust, incomprehension, and even a certain secret curiosity all erupted at once.
Alita was visibly startled at first, but only for a moment. The next second, her entire machine stood up, her arms transforming into cannons, pointing them at Sentinel Prime without hesitation, the optical lenses gleaming coldly.
Master Titanium's face also darkened.
He had been merely observing, but now he genuinely frowned. The words "defective product" made no difference to him, but the way Sentinel Prime had thrown this thing out in public was simply too disgusting.
The group chat died for a moment.
Then it completely exploded.
97: "What?!?!?!"
AZ: Wait a minute?!
Red Spider: "...I see."
Shockwave: 'The identity anomaly has been explained.'
Knocked down: "No, really?!"
Deadfire: "WTF?"
Jazz: "You're not kidding, are you?"
Ambulance: "How is this possible!"
Jack: "What the hell?!"
Arcee: '...'
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the sound wave, as if it had short-circuited, before the sound came through immediately.
"Standby lifted."
"Laserbirds are deployed."
"Mechanical dogs, mechanical bats, guard the edge of the arena."
Before the vector could fully recover from the shock of being hit, a force suddenly pressed down from the left.
Megatron rushed up immediately.
He was already in a state of extreme tension, and he was still under pressure when the platform collapsed. But when Yutian Di said that, the fire in his entire machine exploded instantly.
With his left hand, he swiftly and forcefully pulled the vector towards him, half-embracing her to his side.
At the same time, the right arm fusion cannon hummed as it charged up, and the telescopic blade also popped out.
Megatron looked up, and the red light in the optical lens was completely ignited.
"You're asking for it."
Yutiandi looked at him and actually laughed.
Malicious arrogance, like admiring oneself for finally snapping a nerve.
Orion reacted at the same time. The shock was still in his eyes, but what rose up even faster was trust and protection.
He immediately took a step forward, positioned himself on the other side of the gravitational vector, and shielded her in the triangular formation, his optical mirrors locking tightly onto Sentinel Prime.
Defective products? That's not what's more important to him.
The way Yutiandi used that identity to humiliate her and regain control was incredibly arrogant and presumptuous.
The vector was pulled towards her by Megatron, her shoulder slamming into his outer armor, and Orion pulled her back half a step by the side. She finally came to her senses from that instinctive stiffness.
She didn't look up, but took a low breath first.
The spark felt like it had been squeezed; it wasn't painful, but more like a numbness from an old wound being forcibly reopened.
She never expected that Sentinel Prime would know, and she never expected that he would say it in this way, in front of everyone.
But hurt is not something to be savored.
The next second, she raised her head again.
Yutiandi was still standing in front of her, looking down at her, as if he was quite satisfied with the stab he had just delivered.
Megatron was to her left, the Fusion Cannon steadily aimed at Sentinel Prime's spark, the low-frequency hum of the cannon clearly audible.
Orion was to her right, the whole machine tense, one hand raised.
Alita's cannon was still pointed in this direction.
The hearing room was in complete chaos, the group chat was exploding with activity, and everyone on the computer was watching her.
As he looked at the enemy, Yin Vector's voice finally calmed down.
"So what if it's a defective product?"
The entire hearing room was brought to a standstill by something.
The words "Enemy of the Sky" really hit her where she least wanted to be seen.
But she will not be ashamed of it.
A moment of stiffness was enough; she wasn't going to let herself stay stiff any longer.
She looked up at Yutiandi, her voice growing increasingly steady.
"I've stood here, dismantled your platform, and questioned you for so long, and now all you can say about me is these three words?"
An uncontrollable commotion arose from the outer stands. All sorts of reactions were taking place.
Alita stood up completely, now in the most suitable position, the cannon barrel steadily raised, pointing directly at Sentinel Prime.
The vector glanced to the side and saw a blue and pink machine. The other person made eye contact with her, nodded slightly, and also raised their weapon.
It's probably Arcee.
But when did she arrive? She had no idea.
There was a rustling sound from the other end of the group chat, and I didn't know what everyone was doing, until Jack suddenly spoke up.
"The Cybertronian upper echelons really know how to time their madness. Hang in there, if it gets really bad, I'll throw a grenade later."
A hand grenade?! Aren't you a scientist?
Jazz didn't say a word, because this guy was no longer just listening in the group.
A muffled thud suddenly came from one of the floors below, probably because a door had been kicked open.
Two seconds later, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps and shouts came from a passage further away. Some were stopping people, some were cursing, and some were asking who was trying to rush up.
This style is unmistakably jazz.
Something had arrived outside the window much earlier.
The laser bird swept across the outer wall of the top floor, flashed red light, and directly attached itself to an extremely narrow metal edge. The mechanical bat was already silently hanging on the other side, its wings folded, like several shadows with eyes. The mechanical dog's head flashed past behind a hidden door.
Sound waves are dealt with directly through action.
The outer area is cordoned off.
An abnormal escalation has occurred.
"continue."
Yutiandi looked at her, completely ignoring the unusual movements around him.
"There's no point in continuing to be stubborn." His voice was cold. "You know what I'm talking about."
"Defective products should never have been ignited, should never have survived normally, and should never have ended up in this position today."
"But not only did you survive, you stood before the Supreme Council and shamelessly talked about qualifications, leadership, and the separation of powers."
He took a half-step forward, and Megatron and Orion almost simultaneously launched defensive attacks.
"You had better tell us what gives you the right."
This is what Sentinel Prime truly wants.
The words "defective product" are merely the hilt of the knife; the phrase "What right do you have?" that follows is the tip.
He not only wanted to humiliate her and embarrass her, but he also wanted to drive her into a trap where she would die if she couldn't explain herself.
The vector certainly knows this, and that's precisely why it's truly in a predicament at this moment.
If she doesn't explain, it won't make sense.
Why is a defective product that should have been discarded long ago, one that shouldn't even have had a spark lit, able to survive, grow, and reach where it is today?
She couldn't say it, but she couldn't either.
Is she about to reveal her deepest truth to this entire hearing room? Is she going to say that her soul is human and inexplicably came into this body to ignite a spark?
That was handing those old fogies a new knife, sending her herself into an abyss of no return.
She couldn't respond.
Her pause was actually short; an ordinary machine might have just assumed she was suppressing her anger, but Sentinel Prime was clearly watching very closely.
He saw her stop, and glimpsed the fleeting thought in her eyes, which made him even more certain that he had stabbed her in the right spot.
Megatron was the first to lose his patience.
The muzzle of the fusion cannon was raised slightly.
"Shut up."
The optical lens of the Enemy didn't even rotate.
"You're in a hurry."
"What, so you've finally realized that the person you've been protecting isn't normal at all?"
The crimson light in Megatron's optical lens was almost burning out.
Finally discovered? No. He was the only one who knew from the beginning.
But he couldn't refute it.
To refute him would only confirm his cover-up and turn it into another point that can be exploited.
If I don't refute him, I can't swallow my anger.
Orion spoke up at this moment: "Enough!"
If he doesn't speak up, the situation could really escalate into an artillery battle in the next second.
He then pulled the gravitational vector back half an inch, keeping his eyes fixed on Sentinel Prime and Megatron, completely shielding her from view.
"Who she is is not a reason for you to humiliate her, nor is it an excuse for you to deflect attention from the problem!"
This time, Yutiandi finally glanced at him, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.
"An excuse?"
"When a leadership candidate stands next to a defective person to defend her, their words are so elegant?"
Orion's brows furrowed immediately.
"This has nothing to do with whether she's a defective product or not."
"Of course it does for me," Sentinel Prime said calmly. "An abnormal individual that shouldn't exist in theory suddenly barged into the Supreme Council, disrupted the hearings, demolished the platform, and now wants to interfere with the selection of leaders in the name of qualifications and power."
"You're telling me this doesn't need an explanation?"
The outer seating area was in complete chaos.
This statement immediately shifted the focus from humiliation back to "reasonable questioning," as if representing Parliament in questioning a major anomaly.
An old man is an old man; he's really good at this kind of thing.
During those few seconds of vector silence, too many things flashed through the brain module.
A garbage dump, a lit flame, a dilapidated machine, countless attempts to survive, repair, and evade, being targeted by the arena, being forced into the game by the administrators, and now standing here.
She had considered that this identity would eventually cause problems.
I never expected to be in this situation.
But she didn't want to give up here.
She parted the two of them, looked at Yutiandi, and spoke in an even more indifferent tone than before.
"Okay, let me explain first."
Sentinel Prime's optical scope locked onto her.
She took half a step forward and stood back in the space protected by Megatron and Orion.
"I'm a defective product, yes."
"But this is not something I should feel ashamed or embarrassed about."
The outer seats fell silent for a moment.
The vector continued:
"You bring up this word to make me feel inferior, to make me feel that I shouldn't be standing here, and that I should feel guilty and ashamed the moment you say it to me in public."
"But why should I do this?"
The anger reflected in her optical glasses was like a flickering blue flame, never extinguished.
"I am a defective product that survived and didn't rot in the garbage dump. Today, I have demolished your high platform and forced you to fall down from it and stand up to talk."
"Shouldn't you first consider whether the problem lies with me, or with your flawed system that categorizes machines into different classes and acts so self-righteously about it?"
The audience fell silent, and the disgust or fear in their eyes lessened considerably.
She transformed this identity from a source of humiliation into a counter-evidence against the entire system.
On the other end of the group chat, Red Spider suddenly chimed in.
Red Spider: "She really dares to say that."
Knock down and immediately follow up.
Knocked down: "Nonsense, when has she ever dared to?"
It was clear that Sentinel Prime wasn't going to let her off the hook so easily.
"You avoided the question."
His tone became even colder.
"I'm asking you what gives you the right to live, how you can ignite a spark and escape the fate of being a defective product."
"If you can't answer that, then you're essentially admitting that you yourself are a dangerous variable that cannot be accommodated by the existing order."
Now we're back to square one, and that's where the real trouble begins.
That bastard speaks rudely, acts disgustingly, but his mind works fast.
He didn't argue with her about whether "defective products should be shameful," but instead pushed the issue directly to dangerous variables.
Even Orian was momentarily caught off guard.
He didn't agree with Sentinel Prime, but the question itself was so pointed that if she really couldn't answer it, those guys in the council could immediately put her back in a position where she was at their mercy and unable to recover.
Megatron didn't move the cannon muzzle, and the sound was already cold and deep.
I'm saying it one last time: shut up.
Sentinel Prime was genuinely laughing this time.
"Your eagerness to shield her only highlights the problem."
"You actually knew about her identity all along?"
Megatron's aura suddenly dropped even further.
This time, even the group chat seemed off.
97: "Wait, what does he mean by that?"
AZ: "He's trying."
The sound wave finally spoke again.
Don't answer.
Of course, I know about the vector, but that's where things get stuck.
She was caught in a dilemma: to speak or not to speak.
During today's hearing, she felt for the first time that she had been forced into a dead end with no way to make a decision.