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direct from the planet’s core. But this was the first time he had visited with them with Matrix in his hand;<br />
the first time he had surveyed his creations as governor of New Quintyxia.<br />
He fumbled with the keypad on the railing and shut down a cloaking system. The vacuum above his<br />
head was suddenly filled with a supercomputer the size of a city. It devoured nearly every cubic mile of<br />
space in the vault, expiring a short distance above the birthing tubes. It was designed to accommodate the<br />
thin viewing gallery, and so Xenon now found himself standing inside a black-walled passageway. He<br />
savoured the claustrophobia, the sudden inversion of space. All he could see was his reflection against the<br />
smooth, dark-glass surface of his ultimate creation.<br />
He was not merely facing a computer, he thought, loosening his grip on the Matrix and offering it to<br />
the machine.<br />
He was facing God himself.<br />
He pushed the Matrix into the computer’s velvet maw, where it was tongued and prodded. A plexiglass<br />
shell clicked into place, buffed and blue like hard candy.<br />
Aboard the Ark, Brawn, Windcharger, Mirage, Trailbreaker and Cliffjumper felt something stir in their circuitry;<br />
on Cybertron, Ravage, Dirge and Soundwave suddenly stopped what they were doing and waited for the twitch in their<br />
stomachs to subside. Strung up inside Kledji, Shrapnel, Bombshell and Kickback opened and closed their mouths in an<br />
effort to scream while something melted inside their CPUs.<br />
And that was it. The sacrifice had been made. Somewhere far away, lost in an eternity of theoretical<br />
engineering, an inhuman sound had signalled the beginning of the end.<br />
Nightbeat and Siren walked into the science lab expecting results, expecting a batch of irrefutable<br />
facts and figures to be chalked across the wall in a paean to reductionism. Pincher’s team had all the<br />
necessary materials (an inert Galvatron and five-million shanix of top-grade equipment), so where was the<br />
instant report, the sobering anthology of diagnostics and extrapolations<br />
Wheeljack and Pincher huddled around a dull hemo-glass cube. Normally used for imprisoning<br />
Nebulans or mekanids, it today contained Galvatron. A 3D schematic on a tilted screen held the attention<br />
of Swerve (seated) and Sygnet (jotting notes on a databoard).<br />
Wheeljack’s hands were threaded through sockets in the cube, as if he were manipulating nuclear<br />
isotopes. Micro-tweezers protruded from his fingertips and dissected circuitry inside Galvatron’s trunk. The<br />
painstaking operation was captured on camera and transferred to the big screen.<br />
Siren shuffled to break the silence and asked if any progress had been made.<br />
Wheeljack froze. ‘We’re reaching the integral part of a delicate procedure,’ he huffed. ‘Please be<br />
quiet.’<br />
‘What’s going on’ Nightbeat whispered to Pincher.<br />
Pincher pointed to the screen, which essentially showed a map of Galvatron’s innards. ‘Spot the<br />
mistake,’ he said.<br />
Nightbeat saw an alien shape among the network of white circuitry. It was tiny and circular, and<br />
therefore stood out from its ordered, cubist environment. ‘The paralysis chip’<br />
‘We found two,’ said Swerve. ‘The other one, inside his neural cluster, is impossible to access without<br />
killing him.’<br />
Siren shook his head in disbelief. ‘What have they done’<br />
‘You almost sound sorry for the murderous son of a bitch,’ said Pincher.<br />
‘I was thinking of all the Autobots infected with this… with this disease.’<br />
‘Got it!’ Wheeljack held the Inhibitor Chip between micro-tweezers. The others gathered close.<br />
‘Amazing,’ he muttered. ‘Absolutely incredible.’<br />
Galvatron’s transformation took everyone by surprise. His cage splintered as he expanded and the<br />
Autobots scattered like ninepins. Reinforcements arrived and brought the Decepticon to his knees,<br />
snapping electro-bonds over his wrists and pumping a sedative into his neural cluster. Shouts petered out,<br />
extraneous bodies eventually filed back into the corridor, and soon Fastlane and Backstreet were carrying<br />
the full-sized, humanoid version of Galvatron to Delphi’s only cell. It was all over in a matter of seconds.<br />
Nightbeat helped Siren to his feet. The centre of the lab was a mess but the main worktop was<br />
somehow intact: the maelstrom had been centralised. Siren nodded thanks and left the room, looking<br />
shaken.