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читать раньшеSunstorm perched on some wreckage and watched Skyfire work.
“Why do you rend in twain the armor of the ancient guardian?”
“Because,” Skyfire gasped, struggling to get the thick, heavy outer plating out of the way, “I need to see what’s inside.” He took a moment to rest, vents heaving. “That’s not going to be the Sentinel we use, I guarantee it. We’re going to burn through a few before we get it right. Luckily there’s about a dozen here.”
“And what part shall I play in the glorious awakening of the ancient guardians?”
“I need you as a power source.”
Sunstorm looked legitimately disappointed. “Alas, Primus does not mean for the gifts he has granted me to be used for worldly purposes. Shockwave tried. The entire factory melted. Everyone was so upset.”
“I’m not Shockwave,” said Skyfire. “This will probably be different than anything he’s ever had you do.” Skyfire gave Sunstorm a careful look. “If I tell you,” he said, “you must swear to never tell any other mech. Not Acid Storm, not Shockwave. Do you understand?”
“By our creator, I swear I shall not betray you, for you have shown me great compassion and are as lovely as the crystal gardens of Vos by moonlight.”
Skyfire replayed Sunstorm’s statement in his processor four times before he was certain he’d heard it correctly. Then he decided that he hadn’t heard it at all.
“What do you know about Earth?” he asked instead.
“I know that Primus has not favored it as he has Cybertron.”
“On Earth, the sentient life-forms are called humans. You might have seen some; they’ve come through the space bridge at least twice. They’re organic creatures, very fragile and very small. Fully grown, they’re about the size of a cassette in root mode.”
“Such simple creatures should cause us to reflect on our own insignificance when compared to Primus.”“Right. Sure. Fine. The humans are technologically primitive, but occasionally they have an interesting idea. Many of the Autobots—and Decepticons, I believe—followed human entertainment. The Autobots would often view programs in our rec room. One day, some of the younger warriors watched a program about a human who could go inside a very large drone and control it with his own body.”
“That is a highly unnatural arrangement,” said Sunstorm uneasily.
“I agree. But it is not completely implausible. With some work, I think I can alter a Sentinel enough for you to both power and pilot it from within.” Skyfire nodded to himself, already lost in calculations. “I believe the humans call it a gundam.”
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