Transformers: Survival of Defective Products

Chapter 1 Fragments of People in the Garbage Heap

When she first opened her eyes, all she could see was darkness, and the surroundings were a hazy, ringing sound. Gradually, she began to hear sounds similar to the roar of machinery.

She blinked, shifted her body, and with a creaking sound, managed to sit up, supporting herself on the metallic floor.

The creaking sound of metal?

She suddenly looked at her own body.

What should have been soft, human-like lines were now cold, hard metal covered in dust and scratches. The finger joints were flexible, yet composed of a strange, deep purple metal.

Her mind went blank for a while as she tried to recall what had happened.

She remembered that she was at school before. When she heard the air raid siren, she ran out, but as soon as she got to the school gate, she heard a huge roar and fire, and then she knew nothing more.

Well, she slapped her forehead, speechless. She had been killed by a bomb.

She stood up, barely managing to stand upright, and felt that the metal in her body seemed to be of poor quality, letting out a scream like that of an old, broken door.

She sighed, feeling utterly unlucky. A respectable college student, killed by a bomb—her lifelong reputation was ruined...

She paused, her optical glasses tightened, and her previously chaotic thoughts went blank.

她*

Her name is *

What's her name?

She couldn't remember what she was called when she was human!

She crouched down slowly, clutching her head, feeling her body grow cold. The next second, it was as if a program implanted in her body was activated, and a name popped up: Gravivector.

Yin Xiangfu clutched his head, frantically trying to figure out his old name, but couldn't come up with a single clue.

She clearly remembers everything about her life! She even remembers pooping in her pants when she was three! So why can't she remember her name?

Unable to contain himself, Yin Xiang let out a howl to vent his emotions, and as a result, he heard his voice, which was not sweet but definitely passable, turn into a mechanical, metallic sound.

It was still a female voice, but to her own ears, it sounded awkward.

The vector felt even more distressed. After taking a deep breath, she decided to ignore this obviously uncontrollable situation for the time being and instead observe her surroundings.

With just one glance, she wanted to close her glasses even more.

She was standing amidst a pile of scrap metal, which stretched out like a small mountain to the edge of her vision. Upon closer inspection, she noticed many remnants of what looked like arms, severed limbs, and broken torsos. In the human world, these would be nothing more than a pile of human remains in a junkyard.

Yin Xiang took a deep breath, looked away, and decided to leave this place first.

After reviewing her troops, she decided to head east, where there was a faint light.

As she passed by these horrifying mountains of abandoned garbage, she couldn't help but take a few more glances. Then, in a not-so-inconspicuous corner, she spotted a fairly intact piece of metal debris. The words "remains" were engraved on the wrist of the machine.

She couldn't see the middle character clearly because of the stains and the lighting, but she could roughly guess what it meant.

Defective products. This is a waste disposal site and a place for processing metal machines that are considered "defective."

Why is she here?

Her heart tightened, and she felt something throb in the middle of her chest, like her heart.

Subconsciously, Yin Vector touched it and then felt the panel on his chest slowly separate and fold as if it had been triggered, revealing a pale blue-green object inside. The center was blue-green, and the edges were softer and slightly whitish, like some strange energy body.

Curious, Yin Vector poked it and then felt a slight electric current flowing through his body.

She stopped poking.

After silently withdrawing her hand, she decided to first identify this strange thing as a heart and protect it.

After a moment's thought, she touched the panel on her chest and silently closed it, just like closing a sesame seed door. The strange blue-green energy body's heart was now completely concealed.

As she walked, she glanced quietly at her wrist – a defective product.

really.

She thought to herself, lowered her wrist and continued walking, and although there were few surprises, her heart sank.

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She didn't know how long she had walked, only that even her metal body felt utterly exhausted. Finally, she reached a street that could barely be called a city, but as she walked, she noticed that most of the shops seemed to be closed; it was roughly dawn in the human world.

Yin Xiangcheng simply plopped down in front of a closed shop. The shop sign read "Recruitment Office," and she looked up at a dimly lit spot not far away.

It was a huge stadium that looked like a ring, and from her perspective, she could only see faint lights and towering metal walls that exuded a chilling aura.

She couldn't see inside, but could guess it was probably a place like a city stadium.

She sat for a while but didn't feel any relief from her fatigue. After rubbing her face in frustration, she could only guess that she was probably hungry.

But what can she eat? Metal?

Just as her thoughts were getting wilder and wilder, to the point where she even wanted to bite the iron door of the shop next door, the door suddenly opened, revealing a structure that looked like a clumsy AI robot from the Spring Festival Gala in the human world, but with agile optical lenses and a much more advanced design.

It might be the owner of this shop.

The vector was stunned, its memory churning and finally settling on four words.

Transformers.

She hadn't seen any related works and, to be honest, her understanding of them was practically zero. However, her friend was a huge fan and dragged her to see some videos and photos, so she had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

She desperately wanted to yell out loud and ask God what He was trying to do, sending her to a place like this.

But the machine in front of her didn't give her a chance. Before she could say anything, it glanced at her with a look of indifference and slight disdain and said, "Are you sure you want to compete here?"

Even though the other person was speaking a language that was definitely not human, but a strange language with a metallic, clashing tone, she could understand it.

After hesitating for a moment, she tried asking, "What are we competing in? Will it fill our stomachs?"

Although it was a language she was unfamiliar with and had never learned before, she spoke it fluently as if it were programmed in by itself.

The most urgent thing now is to find something to eat to satisfy her hunger, since her body seems to have reached some kind of limit, and she can feel tired even when she's sitting.

The machine raised an eyebrow at her, its gaze as if it were looking at some strange fool, and offered no explanation, as if tacitly acknowledging that she knew.

"Fine, if you want some Shanks, then come and compete. But be careful, with your mecha, don't let it fall apart on the field." The mecha grabbed her, lifted her up, touched her a couple of times, somehow read some information, and then handed her a metal plate engraved with 1A.

"Alright, go ahead. You'll see who your opponent is then. Let me be clear: take it easy. Even if you break an arm or a leg, there won't be any paramedics to treat you. I've already given you the basic Shaknife."

After saying that, he threw the machine outside the door.

By the time she realized what was happening, she found that there were already some machines moving around on the street and in the surrounding area. She had just asked if it was some kind of sporting event when other machines squeezed past and started talking to the shop owner.

The vector had no choice but to stand in a corner, and after groping around for a long time, it still couldn't figure out what that Shanks was.

Before she could even visit the shop across the street that said "Caron South District Supply Shop" to see if she could get something to eat, she was being called by name over the loudspeaker like a ghost, and was forced into that stadium-like place like a duck being herded.

It took her quite a while to find the entrance, and then she followed the signs to a place that resembled a preparation room.

She examined the strange bottles and jars, and tentatively applied a little of something that looked like oil to herself to make herself look a bit shinier.

A moment later, the door to the preparation room opened, and the almost deafening cheers and shouts from the stands filled the air. Vector subconsciously adjusted to the light and then looked around the stadium.

That's ridiculously big.

This is the first impression.

Then there were so many people in the stands. Was that flying figure the referee? And the commentators were shouting things like "Players enter!" What's the opposing team's name? "Heavenly Venerable"? What an imposing name! Apparently, quite a few viewers were supporting the opposing team; they kept chanting their name. But the noise was so loud it hurt my audio receiver.

As you walk into the arena, you'll find a spacious area with a circular seating area around the perimeter, all of which is full.

What is this competition? Wrestling? But the venue doesn't need to be this big. Or is it a race? But where's the track?

Before she could figure it out, she saw a rather imposing figure emerge from the preparation room across the way.

Its silver-gray color scheme, with some protruding spikes on the shoulders, and a large, cannon-like object on the upper side of its right forearm. The pale blue optical glasses exude a cold and dignified air.

However, the first thing the vector focused on was the opponent's chest armor and exaggerated waist-to-shoulder ratio.

Wow, so pleasing to the eye, she thought, and then, unknowingly, she was about to face the first and last gladiatorial battle of her life.