Chapter 98:Creator Command!
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Gwen was so shocked that she lost her mind. She had been exposed to sights she had never seen or imagined before. Her brain simply couldn't process it, as if the CPU had just stopped working—not a crash, but rather forgetting to function. But it wasn't a big deal.
Lorien said to Gwen, "Watch me make plans for them."
Gwen, now curious, asked, "What plan?"
"Just watch," Lorien replied.
He then turned his attention to the thousand super transformers. They had more robotic arms than a cow has hairs, capable of accomplishing a lot.
So, according to the plan in his heart, Lorien gave his orders:
"1: I allow you to develop as you wish, without killing any life in the universe.
2: You are not allowed to transform ecological planets into mechanical planets, but they can coexist in a 50% ratio. The same goes for Planet Cybertron.
3: You 1,000 initial transformers are veterans. All decisions on Planet Cybertron will be decided by your votes, and I will make the final decision in case of a tie.
4: I will divide the Ability of the fire source, allowing you to continue creating mechanical life, but you cannot create them without limit. Each machine can only create new transformers in a 1+1+1 manner.
5: The final interpretation right belongs to the creator."
After Lorien finished speaking, two words appeared on the energy panel before him: "Yes, Creator."
"Very good," Lorien nodded in satisfaction before finally waving his hand, "Act on your own."
Boom~~~!
After Lorien gave the order, all the transformers began to work on their own terms. Lorien didn't participate at all; everything was left to their internal voting. After all, he was the creator. All transformers were absolutely loyal to Lorien, down to their souls. And with a single thought, Lorien could decide their life or death. If he willed it, he could erase all souls instantly, turning them into nothing more than high-value metal.
This was the power of the Creator.
At this time, Gwen, standing nearby, asked curiously, "What is the 1+1+1 method?"
Lorien explained, "That means a transformer can only create one transformer for its entire existence. Once it creates one, it can't create another."
"In this way, they must wait until the transformers has grown before creating another, to continue increasing their numbers."
"In plain terms," he added, "they can only have one child. Each transformers will be an only child."
Gwen thought for a moment, "Won't they become fewer and fewer?"
"Fewer and fewer?" Lorien was taken aback by Gwen's question. Then, he realized and tapped Gwen's head with a smile, "What are you thinking?"
"Mechanical life doesn't distinguish between male and female to continue its offspring," Lorien said.
Gwen blushed as she realized the truth. Of course, transformers were different from humans. The "only child" rule wouldn't reduce their numbers; they would still increase because they didn't need two machines to produce one! They were self-created! So the 1+1+1 method was perfectly reasonable for the transformers.
Gwen's blush deepened, but fortunately, her symbiote battle suit covered it all. After a while, she looked down at the transformers under her feet, feeling a renewed sense of awe.
"Doesn't it feel particularly spectacular?" Lorien asked.
"Yeah," Gwen nodded earnestly. "It's very, very special!"
She repeated it three times, emphasizing how impressed she was. Under their gaze, the transformers patriarchs started working on their own. They required little cooperation since each transformers had the productivity of an entire city. Only when the planet needed to be terraformed might they need to cooperate.
Now, some elders were mining veins. Their robotic arms were frantically extracting resources from the exposed veins on the surface, swallowing them into their bodies to be smelted and manufactured. The total amount of resources one transformer consumed every second could match a country's daily consumption on Earth! And there were a thousand of these veteran transformers!
But not every transformer worked the same way. For example, one transformer with slender robotic arms drilled into the ground, searching for high-level mineral veins. Once it found one, it began mining down. If multiple veterans needed the same resource, they could cooperate, making the process more efficient.
Lorien and Gwen watched from high altitude, from afternoon until late night Earth time. They couldn't get enough of it, but it wasn't their fault at all. If anyone else were here, they'd probably be even more enthusiastic!
At that moment, the surface of Mars had transformed from a scorched yellow landscape into a trading center! Yes, a trading center! When mining, they didn't just extract one ore source. Some were useful, while others were temporarily unused. The mines everyone extracted were temporarily stored here. And since everyone was a robot, there was no possibility of theft. When they returned, they could scan the area for minerals they needed and barter with other elders. For instance, 10 million tons of fine iron ore could be exchanged for 1 million tons of alloy ore. If both parties agreed, the exchange would happen on the spot.
To ensure their tracks could better traverse the surface of Mars, they even raised funds to build alloy surface roads. And so, step by step, under Lorien and Gwen's watchful eyes, Mars was being built up, piece by piece. The sight made both of them very happy, as if they were watching the development of a civilization!
But then Lorien checked the time. "10 at night...." He thought for a while and said, "Hela won't starve to death. It's time to go home, Gwen. See you later."
Lorien's words brought Gwen back to reality, and she nodded reluctantly in agreement. "Alright."
*Snap~*
Lorien snapped his fingers, and the two returned to the top floor of the Upstate building in New York. Gwen thought about taking back the battle suit, and the symbiote battle suit on her body disappeared instantly. Lorien looked up and down but couldn't figure out where it went, so he asked curiously, "Where did you store it?"
Gwen smiled, leaned close to Lorien's ear, and whispered, "Turned into a T-shirt."
"Neet," Lorien muttered. He thought it had turned into underwear, but it was just a T-shirt.
Then the two opened the door and walked inside together.
"You know how to come back!"
As soon as Lorien entered, a loli's voice greeted him. The sound of little Hela running echoed through the entrance corridor. She rushed over, saying, "Do you know that I'm going to... puff~!"
Little Hela didn't finish her sentence as her little feet slipped on the floor. She slid right in front of Lorien and Gwen, her head hitting the ground with a dull *boom~*.
Quickly getting up, she rubbed her head and continued to speak with determination, "I want to eat your cooking! Hurry up!"
After that, Hela walked back silently. About two seconds later:
"Hahahaha~~~~" The laughter of Lorien and Gwen echoed from the door.
"Ah ah ah ah ~~~!" Little Hela gritted her teeth and rolled on the floor.