Chapter 131

131 Confusion All In a Room

“Hello Greg, take a gander at this!” I yelled as he ran over, remaining close to me and taking a gander at the screen that was before us. I pointed towards it prior to pointing at the advancement bar. A grin went across his face, as he composed something into the PC.

“I assume I sorted out the code,” Greg said as he composed in the numbers that were displayed on the advancement bar, and out of nowhere, it sprung up as an organizer. My eyes broadened, as I took a gander at the envelope and noticed a little document that was set inside it.

“Is that a program?” Greg asked, viewing at me with an inquisitive articulation as he got the mouse and opened it.

“I don’t have the foggiest idea,” I answered, as he tapped the mouse and open up an envelope. What’s more, try to keep your hat on, I was shocked, as I’ve never seen any such thing.

It had these projects that were unique in relation to one another and appeared to be something totally different. “These all should be for the Cybertron, which might give us signs about the Cybermade,” I said with a nod. Then I found this organizer called “Cybertron.Info” which was a similar program I had found in the start of the PC.

“What is this?” Greg inquired.

“Data,” I answered, as I took a gander at him inquisitively.

“Is this something connected with this spot?” Greg inquired. I shrugged, seeing him prior to glancing back at the PC.

“I don’t know,” I murmured.

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“Do you maintain that I should investigate?” Greg inquired. I shrugged, viewing at him as he headed toward my side of the room and started to tap on the console. He opened up a window, which uncovered a text input field and afterward a little image that was named as a ‘cursor’.

“Might you at any point show me what you’re composing?” I asked, as he moved gradually to one side as he composed with his fingers on the keys, each letter showing up in a squinting line as he composed. Sooner or later, he halted and shut the program as he squeezed enter and afterward checked me out.

“Are you gifted at this stuff?” I asked, and he nodded and laughed.

“Obviously, I’m great with PCs.”

“All things considered, I get it doesn’t damage to ask,” I said, turning my consideration back to the screen and glancing through the projects that Greg had quite recently opened. The projects showed an image of this kind of box that seemed to be a switch or some likeness thereof, alongside a few buttons that appeared to be utilized for something, despite the fact that I don’t know what.

“What is that?” I inquired.

“That is the Cybermade,” Greg expressed, glancing back at me with a smile.

“A switch?” I asked, confounded by what he implied by that. “Appears as though one I surmise,” Greg said really, grinning at me and afterward plunking down close to me.

“This is astounding,” I expressed, taking a gander at the projects and tapping on one of them. It showed a heap of data, conceivably on what it was or what it could do. It should be obvious that it has something to do with a switch, and I don’t have any idea what that is. “Okay, you find where it is on this boat,” I expressed, viewing at Greg as he grinned.

He stood up and started to stroll towards the exit, while I remained behind and watched him leave, thinking about what this thing could mean.

Also, now I was stuck here alone, attempting to figure out more data about this thing. I clicked another envelope, and it showed something I won’t ever anticipate. I saw Rocke, conceivably when he was more youthful, holding this child kid.

Fulton?

My mind started to falter in disarray, as I stayed there gazing at this image, unfit to comprehend the reason why I was checking a particularly old photograph out. I thought Rocke deserted him, perhaps on account of his own egotistical reasons, but this demonstrates in any case.

Rocke embraced him.

Rocke cherished him, he adored him like a dad, similar to somebody who needed to safeguard him.

Why I didn’t see this? For what reason am I seeing this now? What else has Fulton been misleading me about? I felt a debilitated inclination in my stomach, as I understood that there was substantially more than I at any point envisioned happening in this boat, and that I’d have to get my hands on all that to realize precisely exact thing was occurring.

But then I heard the radio snap, as I immediately got it. “What?” I inquired. I heard weighty breathing but then I heard Greg say, “I tracked down the Cybermade.”

Shock and energy cleared my face, as I inquired, “What’s your area?” Greg stammered, “In this kind of blue spot with a lot of boxes like capacity.” I nodded, “I’ll be there.”

I changed to Fulton’s radio. “Uh is there any kind of blue stockpiling or something to that effect?”

“Um, yeah fairly. It is a capacity but there’s just blue Drove lights, that is all there is to it,” Fulton said. “Lead me there,” I expressed, traveling through the lobbies, attempting to recollect each and every detail that Greg had told me.

I advanced beyond a few entryways until I at last arrived at the finish of the passage where I ran over a bunch of swinging doors that drove into some kind of step show or something to that effect. There were a ton of steps from each spot going down, and I contemplated whether it was feasible to go down from one level of the boat and come to another without utilizing lifts.

“Alright, go to one side,” Fulton said, sounding invigorated as he sat tight for me to show up.

I did as trained, advancing down the long stairwell. They appeared to extend always, as I strolled down them cautiously. When I arrived at down there, I sped towards the right, noticing that there weren’t many spots that you could really conceal yourself away. But I managed to wind up in a dim corner, taking cover behind certain containers.

“Greg,” I murmured as discreetly as I could so no one would hear me, despite the fact that I’m almost certain no one was there, since I was unable to see anybody anyplace around me.

“Yeah?” Greg answered, sounding annoyed.

“Where are you?” I asked, as yet curious as to whether he was close enough. “Behind the entryway virtuoso!” he scratched boisterously, and I investigated the corner, seeing his hand waving through the window.

I immediately moved there, pushing against the wall and sliding under the entryway.

“Come on, pick up the pace! This is actually a major buzz-kill entertaining, we’re with nothing to do here,” Greg griped, as I crept nearer to the entryway and peeped outside, seeing him hunkering low, prepared for something to occur. He was correct, it was with blue Driven lights that appeared to influence the shade of this room, but how much boxes were monotonous, as they arranged in lines and sections.

There was no individual to be found, nor did I see something else that could be helpful to us.

“I figure we ought to look for it,” I recommended. Greg laughed, “As of now did, recollect?”

He took out something in his pocket, and an amazing miracle, it was the Cybermade. I really wanted to cry once I saw it, not just was it valuable to stop Rocke’s arrangement, but it was an image of at last returning to normal, whatever that implies.

I removed it from his hand, looking at its surface, seeing that it had various numbers engraved into it, alongside two or three words. “Are these the controls?” I asked, taking a gander at Greg, who shook his head.

“No, those aren’t the controls,” he said, taking the gadget from my grip.

“Gracious,” I mumbled, returning it to his hands and searching for where I could put it. “Perhaps they’re simply something different?” I muttered.

“They could have something to do with it,” Greg said, setting the item onto his lap and squeezing a button that I hadn’t noticed before. “No doubt,” I mumbled, as he squeezed another key, making a red light flicker on top of the machine.

The lights streaked, as though they were cautioning me of risk, prior to blurring off once more.

“How did we respond?” I asked, and Greg shrugged. “I don’t have the foggiest idea but we really want to return this to- – ”

“Hold up!”

I halted cold as well as Greg, as we gradually blew some people’s minds to the back, seeing three gatekeepers with wands pointed at us. Good gracious, gracious God...

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“We can explain,” I started to speak, but the guard raised their wand, ordering us to freeze. We froze, afraid of getting shot in the face. “Any tricks under your belt?” I asked Greg, and he smiled. All of a sudden, his eyes went blank as one of the guards suddenly smacked the other and fired a bolt at another.

Both guards flew, hitting the ground hard, knocking themselves unconscious. One fell flat on the floor, while the other rolled over the edge, falling down the stairs and disappearing somewhere far below.

Then the guard fell to the ground, as Greg returned to his normal state. Body transference, what a handy tool, I thought, standing up slowly and grabbing the Cybermade from the table.

“Let’s go,” I said, walking out of the room while Greg followed closely behind. We ran out of the doors, but soon enough more guards began to show up in front of us. “Wait, back back!” Greg shouted, running backwards as bolts hit the walls around us.

“Run faster!” Greg yelled, and I did just that, dashing forward, heading straight for the staircase, hoping that we wouldn’t run into any more trouble. But the guards were close behind, their footsteps dashing towards us, and I knew that we needed to escape fast.