Transformers: Survival of Defective Products

Chapter 190 Reunion - Tears

The name of the sound wave is third.

The sound waves arrived precisely before the inquiry began.

Vector sat behind his desk, on which lay the wartime records of sound waves, past communication dispatches, intelligence transfer logs, and the record of the removal of the emotion module.

The office was quite quiet.

Soundwave stood in front of the table, its dark purple body making no extra sound, and no icons popped up on the screen.

At this moment, Yin Vector raised the optical lens and looked directly into his eyes. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

There's so much to say, not a single sentence could be enough.

The vector finger stopped next to the record of the emotion module removal. She could have asked according to procedure, just like she did with Megatron and Optimus Prime yesterday, but she didn't want to.

The sound waves understood perfectly well and didn't offer any further explanation.

After a long pause, the vector finally spoke: "Are you ready?"

The sound wave's display briefly flashed: [Confirmed.]

She paused again for a moment, still unable to act decisively when faced with this situation again.

Soundwave took a few steps forward, stopped beside the desk, slowly lowered his body, and knelt on one knee in front of her.

He extended a hand to her, palm up, like an invitation at a ball.

Yin Xiang lowered her eyes to look at the hand, and after waiting for the sound waves, she finally placed her hand on it.

His fingers closed, firmly enveloping her hand.

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Access records show that the Chief Judge and the Decepticon Chief Intelligence Officer left the judicial center at the same time.

They transformed into a vehicle form outside the judicial center, with sound waves in front and the gravitational vector behind.

The identification gate for the homing vehicle in the parking area was opened for them.

When the patrolling Decepticon soldiers saw them, they paused for a moment but didn't say anything.

The sound waves carried her all the way into the ship.

The corridor lights were dimmed, casting two shadows silently across the metal walls. The Retribution system recognized the sound waves and allowed passage.

The vector quietly follows.

She visited the Nascent Soul several times afterward, going to the command center, medical bay, and conference room, but this was the first time she entered the private area of ​​the Nascent Soul.

His room was indeed tidy and quiet, with no unnecessary decorations as always.

A charging bed, a set of storage cabinets, several hidden terminals, and precision maintenance equipment tucked away in the corner. Everything was neatly arranged, free of dust or temporary clutter.

Yin Vector sat down beside the charging bed.

Soundwave stood by the door and first disabled external listening permissions.

Subsequently, all automatic recording programs in the room were paused one by one.

[Private Mode: Enabled.]

The notification on the screen lit up for only a moment before disappearing.

The vector was visible, but it didn't make a sound.

The sound waves traveled towards the corner.

There was a small storage cabinet there, inconspicuous on the outside, but with several layers of access control, which he unlocked one by one.

It contains his emotional module.

The vector's gaze instantly fell upon it.

The emotional module is fixed in the center of the stabilizer, with no oxidation or traces of energy decay on its surface. The tiny interfaces are individually protected, and the outer self-cleaning membrane maintains an extremely low-frequency cycle, resulting in a stable equilibrium field with no visible fluctuations.

Like the day it was just picked.

The sound waves preserved it so well that it didn't seem like a component that should have been discarded.

The vector looked at it for a long time, opened its mouth, and finally said only, "You preserved it so well."

He looked down at the module; there were no words on the display screen. After a few seconds, he spoke in his original voice.

"Not discarded, not forgotten."

Sound waves are already quite talkative, let alone one's own voice.

He took the module out of the storage cabinet, held it in his palm, scanned it again as if to confirm something, and then said.

"The emotion module was previously defined as a distractor."

His voice remained flat.

"The conclusion is incorrect."

The vector remained silent, while the sound wave stared directly at her.

"Efficiency is improved after removal."

"But self-integrity declines."

The sound wave continued, lowering its voice: "It also harms you."

The fins of the vectoring device trembled slightly for a moment, and the sound waves were visible.

"Feel sorry."

The vector-guided downward optical mirror said, "You've already said that."

The sound wave display dimmed slightly.

"Apologizing again is in accordance with the remedial guidelines."

He looked at the module in his palm.

"The emotion module has been redefined."

Sound waves are always restrained in their expression; she understood part of it, though not all of it.

The emotions in the sound waves never disappeared; they were simply cut off and sealed away by himself, locked in a safe, near-perfect place, and he tried to pretend that he didn't need them.

He fooled most of the machines, but he couldn't fool himself.

Soundwave carefully placed the emotion module into her hand.

She instinctively caught the vector, the module's cool, metallic texture transferring into her palm.

The sound wave retreated half a step, opening the outer armor of the front of the chest cavity and exposing the internal structure.

The vector instantly detected the anomaly.

The interface has been calibrated, the circuitry is neatly arranged, the fitting slots are so clean it's as if he has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and even the energy buffer has been simulated multiple times in advance.

She only needs to put the module in, and it will connect automatically.

The sound waves had already completed the preparations; this was clearly not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

The vector held the module and remained silent for a while.

"Are you sure you want me to come?"

The sound waves stared at her, and a line of text appeared on the screen.

[Permissions: Only for you.]

The vector briefly closed its optical mirror and slowly exhaled: "Sound waves..."

The sound waves did not look away.

"You're really hard to understand."

The sound wave paused for a moment, looking at her wet optical glasses, and gently enveloped one of her hands in its own:

"Continuously optimize expression."

She gave a short laugh and glanced at the module in her palm.

She can't forget it, and the indescribable pain she felt at the time.

The vector is inserted into the fitting slot. The moment the module contacts the chest cavity, the internal light path lights up, allowing the emotion module to sink along the path, snap into place, and automatically complete the connection.

The sound waves paused subtly, and emotions finally penetrated the depths of the spark.

The vector's hand was still on his chest, not withdrawn.

The display screen on the sound wave device did not show data as usual.

Her other hand gently touched the edge of his faceplate, her fingers a little cold, perhaps because she had just been holding the emotion module.

She looked up at him, her blue-green optical glasses reflecting a faint, shimmering light like a tranquil lake.

"You're back?"

"I'm back," Soundwave said solemnly in his natural voice.

Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer, and liquid dripped from the edge of her optical lens.

Before she could wipe it off herself, Shengbo reached out and gently wiped under her eyes with his knuckles.

The vector freezes.

The broken mirror was first pieced together, and then the broken parts gradually healed.

The sound wave's fingertips paused there, allowing itself to complete what it should have done long ago.

"Execute previously unexecuted items now."

A little more liquid trickled down her optical lens.

The sound waves wiped it off for her again and again, awkwardly but earnestly.

Suddenly, the vector grabbed his wrist, its voice trembling slightly, sounding both reproachful and relieved:

"How come you only found out now?"

The sound wave is only displayed on the screen: [Error logged.]

The vector was so angry that it made him laugh and then let out a sigh:

"Why are you recording this?"

To prevent duplication.

She still felt a tightness in her chest; a piece of metal that had almost been torn apart was slowly springing back, albeit with signs of deformation.

The sound wave controlled the movement to take a half step forward, giving her time to refuse, while the gravitational vector did not retreat.

So he reached out and pulled her into his arms.

The sound wave's arm circled her back, avoiding the wires repaired by the outer armor. His chest cavity wasn't fully closed; the emotional module was operating steadily, and a faint light shone through the gaps.

Yin Vector leaned against him, hearing the low-frequency sounds of his internal organs operating.

As the sound waves tightened their arms around him, she slowly hugged him back.

All recording programs were shut down in the room, and the metal walls of the Narrative symbol separated postwar reports, judicial lists, and footsteps in the corridor.

After a long while, Yin Xiang said in a low voice, "I'll continue to discipline you later."

The sound waves did not let go.

"Putting it back in doesn't end the story."

【I see.】

"But today was pretty good."

The sound wave display screen was gently placed close to her forehead.

"grateful."

The first record after the emotion module was put back into place was not saved in any form of data.

The sound waves turned it off themselves.

Because he wanted to keep his most important memories in recollections.