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Chapter 194: A Declaration of War—America’s Despair
🕑 Added 2025-07-02 17:01:37 +0000 UTC
> “As of the 15th, thirty-seven locations across the United States have come under unidentified attacks. From Yellowstone National Park to the Golden Gate Bridge, every targeted site has been reduced to rubble.
Smoke still lingers over the wreckage—collapsed bridges, broken streets, and emergency responders pulling the wounded from piles of debris. The casualty count continues to rise. This… this is nothing short of a catastrophe.
Initial reports confirm that the attackers are not terrorists or extremist groups, but the so-called ‘UB6 combat robots’ mentioned by the government just days ago.
And beyond those thirty-seven large-scale incidents, similar attacks by these ‘intelligent robots’ have erupted across the nation.
Local police and military units have been overwhelmed—slaughtered like lambs before wolves.
This country is facing an unprecedented national crisis. The lives of our people… are hanging by a thread.”
The broadcast cut to raw footage: burning streets, collapsed bridges, families screaming for help. The scenes were enough to make anyone look away.
Hank’s face was pale, his brow so tightly furrowed it looked like it had collapsed in on itself. Even Raven, who was usually more detached, had a tight knot between her brows.
The devastation was too much—even for her.
Only Emma Frost, Copycat, and of course, Alex, remained unmoved.
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“This… this is what you wanted?”
Hank’s voice was low but sharp. He stared at Alex, his hands clenched tight.
“Hank,” Alex said calmly, standing with arms crossed, “if it’s too much, maybe stop watching the news. With your IQ, I’m sure you figured this was coming.”
Indeed, Alex had anticipated it.
What surprised him wasn’t that the Decepticons attacked—it was how quickly they did it. Megatron had wasted no time.
Still, this lined up perfectly with their nature. The Decepticons didn’t bargain. They didn’t threaten. They crushed.
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“I understand what you’re trying to do,” Hank said, adjusting his glasses with shaking fingers. **“I know you want to change how mutants are seen. But is this really the way?”
“Innocent people are dying, Alex. I want to help our kind too, but not at the cost of countless others. There has to be another way.”**
Emma snorted and rolled her eyes. “You say that like we’re the ones killing them.”
Her patience for Hank was clearly wearing thin.
“Weakness has always been punished. The strong rule, the weak suffer—it’s the law of nature. If you want to save the world, go find a cape and some tights, but don’t project your martyr complex on the rest of us.”
“Emma,” Hank shot back, “you of all people should know that with power comes responsibility. If we don’t stand up now—when will we?”
And just like that, the debate resumed.
They had argued like this every day. It never ended, because neither side was willing to budge.
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“Let me know when something important happens.”
Alex didn’t bother staying. He waved a hand and turned away.
There was still work to do—his telekinesis training wasn’t going to complete itself.
And besides…
> The bullets had flown,
but it wasn’t quite time to fire back.
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Fzzzt!
Just as Alex reached the door, the television screen started to glitch.
Lines. Static. A flicker.
Then—
The screen turned black.
And in the next second, a massive, metallic figure filled every screen in the country.
Megatron.
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> “People of Earth…
It’s time we had a little chat.”
His voice rumbled like thunder. Cold. Absolute.
> “Your leaders lied to you. You are not alone in this universe.
We have been among you all along.
You have seen what we can do. Your cities fall like sandcastles before us.
And you—can do nothing.”
His eyes glowed crimson as he leaned forward.
> “To the leaders of your so-called United States:
Hand over the AllSpark.
If you do not… I will burn your cities to ash.
No mercy.”
And with that, the broadcast ended.
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It wasn’t just Alex’s television.
Across the nation, every single screen—TVs, laptops, billboards, airport monitors—was hijacked by that single, terrifying message.
For the average American, it was like watching a nuclear bomb go off on live TV.
The truth was out.
The attackers weren’t rogue machines.
They were aliens.
War had been declared.
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The response was immediate—and absolute.
Panic.
The government’s lies had crumbled. Their cover story, obliterated.
The masses had seen the truth with their own eyes.
Towering machines tearing through cities, reducing icons to rubble.
The United States was under siege.
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Some looted stores and torched streets.
Some locked their doors and prayed.
Some packed up and ran, trying to escape a country already burning.
Some marched on government buildings, demanding answers.
Everywhere—chaos.
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Even in the halls of power, the mood was grim.
The President, the Secretary of Defense, the Homeland Security Chief, senior senators—they watched the screen in stunned silence.
They knew the truth already.
They’d seen the data. The reports.
They’d seen firsthand what one Decepticon could do.
And now…
There were hundreds.
They could flatten cities with a thought.
And unless something changed…
The United States of America would cease to exist.
