Transformers: Leader's Proof - Fragile, but Hard to Kill

Chapter 257 A madman, yes, a madman, a lucid madman...

"Hahahaha! Hehehe—" Loud laughter echoed in the living room—

Rosa...she looks like she's gone mad...or rather, she is mad to begin with. Everyone stared at Rosa, slightly taken aback, as she laughed.

They were fully aware that her mental state had been unstable all along. Until then... she was laughing so hard that she had to clutch her stomach and bend over, when her laughter abruptly stopped.

The air fell silent for a moment; no one dared to continue speaking...

Rosa suddenly looked up and took a deep breath... "Perhaps we should have a deep replacement?" She pinched her brow, trying to smooth her furrowed brow.

"Ha... Ah," she released her grip, forced the optical lens open, and only after the gas was replaced did she open the optical lens to look at the other Autobots.

"Optimus Prime, do you know...? Everything you just said was based on one premise." Rosa's visor wore a faint smile, and the next second...

"That's the person you can bring down the Supreme Council." Her expression suddenly turned serious...

"So, have you ever thought about what if you fail?"

Just now, my boyfriend and his girlfriend were arrested. What if they didn't manage to escape and were brought back?

"What if your resistance fails? Have you thought about the consequences?" Just as Optimus Prime was about to say something, Rosa suddenly raised her hand to stop him.

"Perhaps you can fight to the death, sacrificing yourselves heroically to save them."

But Optimus Prime, you should understand better than me... This behavior, though noble, is... well, for the Cybertronians.

It's utter bullshit—"

The ambulance, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, and three pairs of optical lenses watched her... If they fail, this will be the final outcome.

This is true, because history is written by the victors.

"So, will the results of failure be recorded? No, they will only say that you are stubborn and unrepentant. Optimus Prime, for you, these experiences and the past are far more important than the results."

So we can still stand here now, offering meaningless interpretations of an irreversible fact. A mocking tone gradually emerged on Rosa's visor.

But for me, the result was...

"That's the most important thing!!!" Rosa practically shouted, and at the same time, the entire living room fell into dead silence... They had no ability to think of any rebuttal.

“Optimus Prime, perhaps, even if we fail, you, and them…” Rosa pointed to the screen, showing Iron Fist and Sideswipe, who were helping Windblade capture the enemy.

"I believe they, like you, would be prepared to die and accept their heroic sacrifice. But if that's really the case, then why did you rebel against Megatron in the first place?"

Haven't you ever considered that if we fail, all our past efforts will be meaningless? Optimus Prime isn't about good always defeating evil, but about the victor being justice itself.

And I, alive; my boyfriend, still the earth; you; the ambulance; and Alcy's partition—they are all alive.

And the Supreme Council members who issued the warrant for our arrest are dead.

"It is precisely because we have won that we can judge them; if we lose, they will pin all the blame on us!"

"I know all too well what happens when you lose... Ahahaha." She said, then laughed out loud, rubbing her forehead.

"Therefore, I will stop at nothing to win." As she lowered her hand, a ferocious smile crept across her mask, her tone hardening, even...

Behind her, countless extended bodies gradually stretched out, following her increasingly firm tone and growing excitement.

The dense array of limbs added to her imposing presence, and countless blue cameras, like optical lenses, stared intently at them.

"What on earth is going on..." The ambulance stared blankly at Rosa, seemingly finally coming to her senses.

"Ambulance, all I can tell you is that I'm fine. Do you know why?"

Everyone remained silent. At least Rosa was right earlier... "Because I'm standing here..."

Rosa said, pointing to herself.

"Because I stand here, I didn't die in the past, I'm alive." Her mask forced a stiff smile, like the reflection of her younger self on the ice wall—a reflection that showed she was already somewhat mentally unstable...

"What could be better than this? All we need to do is eliminate the enemy, that's all. Why ask how they were killed? Why ask if we ate them?"

That's how she survived; that's how she climbed out of that past.

"Eating them can give us more energy, prevent us from dying, and make us more efficient, so why not do it?"

As long as she survives, since she can use this method to step on her countless severed limbs, her own flesh and blood, her own parts, engine oil, and energy body.

She is alive today precisely because she used this method.

"As long as I can survive, that's enough. The fact that I'm standing here proves that everything I did was right. I didn't go completely insane amidst my own wreckage. I've stepped over them to get to where I am today."

Then what reason do I have not to continue doing it?

If this is the way to keep her alive, why can't she do it?

"Ambulance, I'm fine. As long as I'm alive, as long as I can go home, that's enough. The enemy just needs to be eliminated, so let's eliminate them. Kill everything we can see, because we are 'inorganic killers' by nature."

Enemies that need to be eliminated, enemies that need to be killed, as long as she comes into contact with the energy body, they just need to know that she won't lay a hand on the Autobots.

She just wants to go back; that was agreed upon from the beginning.

“We are out-of-control AI. I didn’t go crazy amidst my own wreckage, and I didn’t die in the past. That’s the best answer.”

She remains lucid to this day, even if she is a lucid madwoman, but what more could she ask for? It's enough that she hasn't completely gone mad.

The solver will endow AI with higher intelligence and real emotions, but there will be a price to pay. It is enough that she can remain clear-headed despite such a price.

After her last words, the entire room fell silent... The leader's eyes reflected a complex mix of emotions, and even the ambulance watched her in silence.

"That is indeed the best answer..." Optimus Prime remained silent for a long time before finally uttering a sentence...

"It's also the best answer Cybertron right now..." The ambulance driver relented. She was a madwoman, but also a sane one, sane enough to know what she had to do, sane enough to know the path with the least risk...

madman....