eugenesis-text

‘Shut up, Ryknia.’
‘—would be ours again. In one fell swoop we crushed the Autobots on Earth. A parallel blitz reduced the
Decepticon army to a handful of shell-shocked, brain-dead casualties of war.’
‘Are the “casualties of war” getting this, Jolup’ called Ryknia.
Jolup dragged an electro-baton across a vortex of cells, smiling against the blizzard of sparks. ‘Loud
and clear, Ryknia, loud and clear.’
Xenon’s voice tore through the Sonic Canyons, amplified as it bounced off every ridge and precipice.
‘Now the real task begins. You will be recast as construction droids, low-grade automatons, test subjects, race
slaves, sluggers and spade-workers: an ex-nation of drooling techno-dross. Those who do not reach even this pitiful
standard shall be used as raw material. You will become a girder or a vending machine, a think-bomb or an AI missile.
Everyone will be used. Nothing shall be wasted.’
Siren stood outside Delphi, his dampened audios accustomed to the noise. Iacon, Earth, Polyhex –
he’d left it too late. Despatching Slamdance was not enough. What to do now
‘As I speak, my men are slowly combing the planet. They will sweep through every bombshell town, every flashflamed
city-state – and they will do so until they have found you all. Surrender to the Great Purge, the Global
Shutdown – this is our time.
‘You “Cybertronians”, with your silly names, your silly badges – what have you done to this world We will
rehabilitate; we will burn the diseased flesh and start anew. The Manganese Mountain Range will be ground to dust.
The Rust Sea will be evaporated in a haze if regenerative fury. Because this, Seedlings, is the Antiholocaust.
‘Today we return.
‘Today we retake.
‘Cybertron no longer exists – in its place is New Quintyxia!’