r18novel Chapter 117 Eternal Sleep
Chapter 117 Eternal Sleep
Much later, the door to the emergency room opened for the first time.
None of the machines outside the door have left.
Megatron stood on the left, his battle damage still untreated, the mark on his breastplate from the Greatsword of the Skybreaker still clearly visible.
Optimus Prime stood on the other side, the railgun retracting into its outer armor, but charred scratches remained on the forearm armor.
Jazz sat by the wall, holding an external terminal in his hand. The screen lit up and then went dark, but he never opened it.
Alita leaned against the other wall, the optical mirror never leaving the treatment room door.
Arcee stood near the exit, guarding a line that no one could cross.
The sound waves travel further away, and the facial display screen synchronizes with the basic data from inside the medical room.
Shockwave was also present, and Red Spider, who had somehow ended up at the end of the passage, surprisingly didn't complain about wasting time waiting.
It's utterly absurd. They just witnessed the fall of the strongest warrior of the Golden Age, yet they have no time to discuss victory.
When the door opens, all eyes are focused on it simultaneously.
The ambulance came out first.
After knocking down the two medics following behind him, their outer armor was covered in energy and repair fluid, and their exhaustion was impossible to hide in their optical glasses.
Normally, when these two machines meet, they'll exchange eight out of ten sentences of mutual resentment, but now neither of them is arguing.
Megatron spoke first: "How is she?"
The ambulance driver looked at them, his voice hoarse: "She survived."
There was a moment of relaxation in the passage, as if all the machines finally dared to let out a little of the air that had been blocking them.
But the ambulance didn't stop.
"But he won't wake up."
The thing that had just loosened was pushed back into place.
He knocked down, his hands hanging limply, without using any fancy words: "The surface cracks in the spark have stopped widening. The outer hull has been temporarily sealed, and the core power supply has been reconnected."
The ambulance driver continued, "But her spark protection mechanism has entered deep maintenance. Backup energy has been depleted, and the core circuit prioritizes repairing the spark and main systems. The machine will shut down all non-essential activities."
The jazz musician looked up, his voice very soft: "It means..."
"That means she'll sleep," Knockout said. "For a long time."
Shockwave added from the side: "The probability of a short-term recovery is extremely low. The recovery time cannot be estimated."
He knocked her down and turned to look at her: "You can say those things at another time."
Shockwave paused for a moment, then tossed a set of repair parameters aside: "This is the latest data."
He glanced at him after knocking him down, then stopped cursing at him.
Megatron's optical mirror did not move.
"how long."
The ambulance driver looked at him and said, "I don't know."
I need a definite answer.
"No," the ambulance driver said coldly. "You can't have it even if you want it."
Megatron clenched his fist; Optimus Prime had already understood.
It cannot be estimated, which means there are no promises.
She is alive, but she will not respond.
Unable to open their optical glasses, they won't criticize the judicial system, nor will they sit behind a pile of laws and ask why reality is so inconsiderate.
Living and coming back are not the same thing.
The ambulance turned to the side: "She needs to be transferred to the long-term care unit."
The door reopened, and the treatment room inside was brighter than the outside.
The vector was lying on the central platform, its chest flare compartment covered by a temporary sealing layer.
The sealing material was semi-transparent, and a faint bluish-green light could be seen inside, weak but still fluctuating regularly.
Her left arm was sealed separately in a small maintenance compartment on the side, the severed area was carefully protected, and there were densely packed data cables next to it.
The outer side of his right arm was severely burned, and the traces left by the temporary re-arming have not been completely removed.
The entire machine fell silent, making it difficult to immediately reconcile the image of the former chief judge who could silence the old department with a single sentence in the adjudication court.
When the highest-level long-term support module was pushed out, all the aircraft fell silent.
It has an independent core power supply, a spark fluctuation maintenance system, a slow repair layer for neural circuits, a limb interface synchronization device, and a transparent outer wall that is more refined than ordinary medical equipment.
When the transparent cabin rises, it looks like a layer of cold and clean crystal.
No machine said it looked like a coffin, but all machines thought of it.
He knocked down, head down adjusting parameters, his voice trembling and tense: "Don't make that face. She's not dead."
The two medical officers transferred the injection vector into the long-term maintenance chamber.
Once the fasteners are secured, the core power supply is connected, and the flame maintenance system illuminates with a faint arc of light.
The small storage compartment on the left arm was connected to the side of the main compartment. After the data cable was connected, the system displayed a series of stability indicators.
[Spark fluctuation: Stable at a low level.]
[Core power supply: Maintained.]
Deep repair procedure: Initiated.
[Awakening time: Unable to estimate.]
The last line hangs there, unwanted by anyone, yet impossible to delete.
The facial display on the screen lit up briefly in sync with the sound waves.
He stood still, not moving closer.
The laser bird landed on the shoulder of the sound wave, and the scanning frequency finally dropped slightly, but did not return to the normal value.
The sound wave looked at the gravitational vector inside the transparent cabin.
He stored a new line of data in the highest priority category.
[Vector: Survival.]
A few seconds later, he added another line.
Status: Waiting.
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The titanium technician arrived after maintaining the stability of the cabin.
In fact, he already knows what he needs to know.
He simply stood at the doorway, looking at the gravitational vector inside the transparent capsule.
The old man remained silent for a long time.
BICk0 stood at the back holding a stack of judicial documents, completely unsure whether he should speak.
Her hands almost crushed the edges of the document.
Finally, the titanium craftsman asked, "Is she still there?"
The ambulance responded, "Yes."
Master Titanium nodded.
He approached the sustainment chamber and looked down at the faint glow of the fire.
He has witnessed the beginning of too many eras, and he has also witnessed the end of too many eras.
But that doesn't mean he'd get used to seeing a young mech, which hasn't even had a chance to finish its journey, lying in this transparent cabin before it's even finished.
Moreover, she should have continued to complain about the covenant, tormenting Parliament and prying open the places that had been stitched shut by the old system.
Instead of being so quiet, which makes all the machines feel uncomfortable.
BICk0 finally spoke in a low voice: "Master Titanium... the judicial center has inquired about the Chief Judge's status registration."
The atmosphere in the corridor grew even heavier.
The judicial system will not cease functioning because of any organization's grief.
BICk0 projects the interface.
[Chief Judge: Referencing the vector.]
Current status: Deeply maintained.
[Start the agent program?]
Should the Chief Justice's record be updated?
Master Titanium looked at the line of text.
Megatron and Optimus Prime also looked over at the same time.
The ambulance driver's expression immediately turned grim.
He knocked down and looked up; the optical mirror seemed to grow colder.
BICk0 quickly explained, "The system was just asking according to procedure; I didn't mean to change anything."
After she finished speaking, she wanted to hide herself in a pile of documents and pretend she didn't exist.
Master Titanium did not blame her.
He simply raised his hand and confirmed the first item on the interface.
[Start the agent program: Yes.]
Then he paused for a moment.
The second item is suspended in front of all the machines.
Should the Chief Justice's record be updated?
Titanium Master's Choice:
【no. 】
The system prompted for confirmation.
The Chief Justice's position will be retained.
[The delegated authority will only handle routine judicial matters and will not extend to the role of Chief Justice.]
【confirm?】
Master Titanium did not hesitate.
【confirm. 】
The judicial central interface has been re-archived.
[Chief Judge: Referencing the vector.]
[Status: Deeply maintained.]
[Identity: Reserved.]
Those few lines of text stood there quietly, illuminated.
BICk0 looked at the line "Identity: Reserved," and his optical glasses suddenly felt a little hot. He quickly lowered his head to organize his documents.
Master Titanium said calmly, "She neither resigned nor died."
There was no interruption.
"The judicial authorities did not dismiss her."
He looked at the gravity vector in the sustainment cabin.
"So she remains the Chief Justice."
After a while, BICk0 asked very softly, "What if...she doesn't wake up?"
Master Titanium did not answer immediately.
Inside the transparent cabin, the fluctuations of the guiding vector's fire were low and stable.
Finally, he said, "Then we'll just keep waiting."
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The patient was transferred from the maintenance ward to a special intensive care unit jointly managed by the judicial and medical systems.
Megatron and Optimus Prime were kept outside by the ambulance.
The reason is simple: there is no need for two heavy units with extremely poor emotional states and heavy body mass.
The ambulance driver put it even more bluntly.
"The two of you going in will only serve to relieve your stress by standing there."
Knockout added: "And it greatly affects aesthetics."
Megatron looked at him, knocked him down, and pretended not to see him.
Optimus Prime was silent for a moment, then said, "Notify me of any changes."
Ambulance lane: "Nonsense."
Megatron did not speak.
He watched as the sustainment cabin was finally pushed through the door.
The gravitational vector lay quietly inside the transparent cabin, its flame glowing so faintly it seemed it would go out at any moment, yet stubbornly it did not disappear.
Megatron stood still for a long time.
Optimus Prime wasn't there either.
They were separated by a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
Both machines arrived late and were blocked outside by the same door.
Watching from afar, Red Spider finally couldn't help but whisper, "Tonight is truly..."
He stopped talking halfway through his sentence.
The jazz leaned against the wall, his hand covering his faceplate.
Alita glanced down at the constant stream of external inquiries popping up on her terminal, her expression darkening: "The news can't be suppressed for long."
Arcee looked at her: "Survivor Prime is dead, the Chief Justice is in eternal rest, and the Supreme Council will be in chaos."
"It has already begun," the jazz said.
Shockwave looked at the data: "The frequency of abnormal searches on public channels has increased. Keywords have appeared: Sentinel Prime, Chief Justice, East of Iron Fortress, Spark Fluctuation."
The sound wave connected to its own channel and, after a moment, said: "Message propagation: Cannot be completely blocked."
Megatron finally spoke, his voice low and deep: "Then let them know."
Optimus Prime looked at him.
Megatron didn't look back, staring at the closed door: "Cybertron should know what Sentinel Prime did."
Optimus Prime remained silent for a moment.
"Her status should also be officially announced by the judicial authorities," he said. "We can't let Parliament rewrite it first."
The two machines will fall in the same direction again.
There was no reconciliation or trust, only that they now know some things can no longer be hidden.
Master Titanium looked at them and calmly said, "The judicial central government will issue a statement."
He paused for a moment, then added, "But not now."
All the planes turned to look at him.
Master Tai turned his head and looked at the closed door of the convalescent room.
"Let her have some peace and quiet first."
No one objected.
The sky outside was already fully bright.
On public screens, the morning news begins to roll, the city continues to function, transportation lines restart, college classes open on time, and the judicial center continues to receive new complaints as usual.
Another day begins on Cybertron.
Inside the transparent long-term maintenance chamber, the gravitational vector rests peacefully.
She is still alive.
He just won't wake up for the time being.