[Transformers] Once upon a time there was a machine

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It turns out that both the sensor and the ambulance are overthinking.The emperor did not pursue it, and focused on fighting the dead bodies of Decepticons and DIY enemies as always.

The perceptron said it was a pity, but the ambulance not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but was faintly worried.

As the emperor's personal doctor, he certainly knew the situation of destroying the emperor—cruel, tyrannical, and the human part was getting less and less, as if being eaten away by some kind of dark virus.This situation is getting worse and worse with each passing day.Even if he wasn't a psychologist, he could have sensed that something might have gone wrong with the Emperor's personality subprogram, and Jung was noncommittal about this.

"DEARDOCTOR, just like you are the emperor's personal doctor, and you will not disclose any information about the emperor's body to others, I must also keep the corresponding secret. Oh, of course not for some ridiculous patient agreement, but for my little one. The emperor never talked to me. You know that with his character, you will not allow yourself to reveal any weaknesses. What I know is what everyone else knows. If you want to know, you have to find out yourself. I have nothing to do inform."

Ambulance, what are you thinking!To explore the secrets of the Great Destroyer, are you really desperate?He warned himself bitterly.

No, he didn't want to get involved.As long as he played his part and continued to be the Autobot's doctor, everything would continue as usual.As long as he obeys Optimus Prime's wishes, he can protect himself to the greatest extent.

In other words, he must give up drifting.

This is the expected result, that one doesn't care who he plays pet games with, but it is impossible to tolerate someone who is really 'special' to him.Even the other self was shaken and accepted the existence of drifting. I am afraid that this is what made the dictatorial emperor feel threatened.It's no wonder that the emperor couldn't tolerate a doctor who was familiar with his own body and weaknesses, and a former Decepticon.

Ambulance understands that for his own sake and Drift's life, he can't see Drift.

Sure enough, he didn't need to see Drift again.

This is the best result, he thought with relief.

Those memories, those smiles, those data that he couldn't bear to format, were compressed by him and placed deep in the archive database.He doesn't need these anymore, and anyway, it's not the first time he has abandoned important things in order to survive.

The ambulance would not have thought that just next to the file he had just compressed and hidden, there was another similar set of data.

[Follow me, ambulance, let's get out of here! 】

Someone once said the same thing to the swordsman, and tried to do the same thing, but the person who said this—the pharmacist, never came back here again.

And at the bottom of the data in this folder, another file that was compressed with a password, and he didn't even remember what the password was, contained things that he couldn't understand or imagine now.

【Huh?These books are not in my library list, is there a mistake? 】【Sorry, I added it, referring to a little recommendation you made on the library list in the past. 】【Well, let’s not mention those medical books, what’s the matter with this prose poem?And there is no author written on this data board? 】【I think it's very suitable for you, so... sorry, please don't read it, give it to me...】【You wrote it? 】

【…】

[What's your name, wise poet, knowledgeable librarian? 】【I am……】

--The file is encrypted and archived.Enable time: permanent storage --

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Drift has a lot of enemies, so after he was badly wounded and knocked out and dragged away, many thought he was going to be a scrap.

Well, even if Knockdown saved him, it still doesn't rule out the final result of those enemies coming to find fault and tearing him into pieces.

But he was stronger than knockout, stronger than his enemies, stronger than anyone could have imagined.When he was dying, he was able to hold a sword and threaten the doctor who was about to study him to fix himself. Those who watched the show and those who fell into trouble were hacked to death by him.

Oh yes, you can't imagine a man so wounded and so deadly that other people are too intimidated to annoy the vicious devil again.

After being repaired, Drift still did not leave the infirmary, as if he was still waiting for something.But he waited for a long time but no one came.

Finally, just as he was getting impatient and about to leave, the sensor appeared.

"You are still alive." After seeing him, the professor's eyes lit up. "I knew that you are getting more and more delicious."

Ignoring this guy whose thinking logic was completely off-line, Drift asked him coldly why the other person didn't come.

Perceptron was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head pityingly.

"I said, buddy, don't you understand by now? Why did you ask me instead of asking him yourself, because there was no reply, and you thought your communicator was broken? Didn't you think it was more likely that he listed you Why don't you find him yourself, but wait here, because you also know that at this time-you almost died, he hasn't shown up, which means he will never show up again In front of you. I could tell lies and incite you to hate him, but actually he's done pretty well. You see, he didn't treat you like a medicine man, you were just exiled, so take your life Bar."

"I lost." Drift said word by word, he lost the most important battle in his life, a complete defeat.

"You never won the odds. It was his choice to stay with the Autobots, to stay with that one. Yes, over Megatron, over his patients, over justice, over you With the pharmacist...he made his choice from the beginning."

It's just that the choice isn't you.

His choice never changed, you just never believed it or noticed it.

You never thought, why are there two different ambulances?What makes a doctor with a strong sense of morality and seriousness produce such a personality that plays in the world and hates himself?

He can't accept that he is willing to give everything for a cruel and bloody king who is completely opposite to himself. He can't tolerate his morality being tarnished, and his shame can't match his longing, but he can't let go of his hatred; The deepest hatred of the most despicable enemy that should be forgiven is only because there are other complicated things in it that are difficult to separate; the fact that he refuses to admit is that he cannot tolerate the death of the Great Destroyer.

At that time he knew the truth, at that time another ambulance was produced, at that time, it was already irreversible, there was no cure, but there were still fools wishing to rescue a willing prisoner.

"Why?" Drift asked in a hoarse voice.

"If only I could know, that's something I can't understand."

The swordsman stood there quietly, as if being slowly eaten away by the darkness.He knew that he had lost everything he thought he had gained forever, truly.Like flowers in a mirror and the moon in water, they all disappeared.

That's something I can understand, but... I don't want to understand.

Like this kind of feeling, it really is a painful thing.Cybertronians shouldn't have.

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Drift didn't leave the Autobot team, he didn't know what he was still insisting on.Probably because he was afraid that if he really left, the only thing he had left would disappear without a trace, and then he would be no different from death.

He often dreams, yes, a way that the Cybertronians organize disk data has somehow occupied his normal life.Maybe it was because he was used to having someone by his side, and never knew how lonely it was to fall asleep alone, that's why nightmares caught him so easily.

He dreamed of the scene of that day more than once, but the content was slightly different from what he experienced.In the dream, he was dismantled into pieces and lying in the infirmary in a mess.This time the ambulance came, but he didn't come over to check on his condition, he just stood there and looked at him coldly.Such an indifferent scene made him happy. He wanted to call that name, but he couldn't speak.

Sometimes he would dream of his enemies, the ones he had punished and robbed; they would pin him on the operating table, insult him as best they could, tear him down and tear him down.At this time, the ambulance just watched, and even bet with Knockout how long it would take him to get off the assembly line.The cold and cruel words and rude swearing made him cry and cry again and again, but the people he loved liked to see him like this, and it turned out that he was addicted to this kind of game.

In the dream he longed for pain, he longed for torture, he longed for all that he had given himself.The suffering that ordinary people see is the most real comfort to him.

At these times he would wake up and realize that what he was experiencing was just a dream.Gradually, he stopped having such dreams.He would dream of his enemies, or those whom he considered a threat, and he would tear them apart in many different ways, and in his dreams he attained a heightened excitement.

He began to record his dreams and apply them in real life, yes, as you think, he will tear down his enemies in the way of dreams.

It was a revelation from God, he told himself, and God told me to treat them as God had done to me.

"You're crazy," Perceptron told him. "I did tell you to forget about that person, because I thought it would be better for you and me. Now it seems that you need some other help."

Drift felt that there was something wrong with what the sensor said, and he didn't deliberately recall the past.Those scenes that were scarred by him have long been packed and compressed by him, and placed in the deepest layer of the disk.However, his body, his meninges, or something else was torturing himself—he couldn't describe this feeling, and wanted to stop the pain, but he was afraid that even if he lost it, he would really have nothing.In fact, he feels that he is very good, and it is actually not bad to continue like this for the rest of his life.

Drift told Perceptron that he thought Perceptron would insist that he was crazy and tell him to see Jung or something.But the professor didn't do that, and the perceptron introduced him to someone he didn't expect.

Tong Tianxiao, a person who is unwilling to be led by Optimus Prime and wants to become the leader himself.

Rodimus, who has been in contact with him, is the lobbyist of Astronomical Dawn. This Cybertronian who also hates Optimus Prime and wants to surpass Optimus Prime said something very interesting to him.

"If you feel that not getting something is more painful than dying, why not just die? It will be easier in a way."

Drift was convinced.

He agrees to assist Celestials, as a hired mercenary.Of course, he is assisting underground, no one is stupid enough to set himself up as a target for others to attack, right?Rodimus later approached and successfully persuaded Jack to join, and Drift was not surprised by this development.Obviously, Jack has the same weaknesses as he, and eager people like them will hold on to any opportunity, even knowing that it may be a self-defeating lie.

"Drift, you are an old friend of the ambulance, if you go to him, can you get the emperor's body structure or other weaknesses?" Rodimus once suggested.

"In this case, you should ask the jack or the perceptron. I am not an old friend, but a convenient tool." Drift told Rodimus indifferently.

"But he never brought home anyone else before you, did he? You must know something the others don't."

Drift shook his head: "No."

Yes, about the other ambulance, if he didn't even mention the perceptrons, what did he have to say?

Many people think that he was used, hurt or even abandoned by the ambulance, and it is only natural that he should take revenge; many people, even Perceptron, think that he will use those terrible nightmares to prove his emptiness and hatred.

Actually nothing like that.

Yes, there were times when he was full of hatred and hurt, and when he was with Wing, he suffered every day, even though he actually loved the priest.Later, when I was in the Thunder Corps and indulged with the tape recorder and the sensor, that kind of extravagant life was actually not happy at all.

On the contrary, it was the quiet life in the medical office, being scolded, cared for, and... being blinded by someone to love or being blinded by the illusion of love, that was the best time he had ever experienced.

"I didn't do this for revenge or anything, I just wanted to capture the passing time, would you believe me if I said that?"

Perceptron doesn't answer because he knows the truth often hurts.

What's gone is gone, and you'll eventually learn that trying to hold on to the past is just a ridiculous fantasy, and you won't be able to hold on to anything in the end.

It's like... me.

【You just look for his shadow in me, little Zhuge.I am not Quark, not the microscope of the one you swore to be your permanent partner. 】【Sorry, Perceptron.sorry……】

In fact, if you say NO, even if it is a lie, I can pretend to believe it.

So don't try to hold on to the past, that's stupid.