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MARVEL; TBC: 4- It grows like a weed.
🕑 Added 2024-04-13 22:43:01 +0000 UTCThe cool early morning breeze swept through the fresh South American air. Zibrock stood on a balcony of the factory that had been set up inside his fortress, observing everything with a broad, cruel smile on his face. This bountiful land had not yet been polluted by the taint of industry or the changes brought about by advanced agriculture.
Although these things were necessary for the advancement of society, there was something beautiful in the primitive nature of the South American landscape. As he looked around with scrutiny, he noticed how the assembly machines were building more and more robots, although they were not alive, unlike the Cybertronians, as these robots were only built for construction purposes, basic service, as well as cannon fodder.
However, give him a cold fusion rifle and he can wipe out all the tribes on this continent, you have to know that while he does not have the attack power and defense of the Decepticons or Autobots, he is still a robot built from very durable metals, which to these 'advanced' civilizations, is akin to a nuclear weapon falling on their heads.
"My lord, the new batch of patrolmen has already begun work. Although we are presenting a shortage of available materials for the construction of more individuals, the Cybertronian metal brought on the ship is almost gone, if we don't get more, I fear we will have to start digging in these lands, but such metals will be much lower in yield." Balcor, a lieutenant of Zibrock's and a Decepticon scientist, approached Zibrock and told him about the situation at the factory.
Zibrock listened attentively. Currently, thanks to the factory that has been in full operation for twenty-five days, the robots that Zibrock commanded, which previously numbered over one thousand, have now increased to two thousand six hundred.
But he knew it would not be enough. Zibrock's plans went far beyond building a base and factory in this part of America; he wanted to create an entire Cybertronian civilization, capable of being the ultimate power in this world and the entire universe.
"Don't worry, continue with the operations; soon we won't have to worry about construction materials," he replied, thinking about the seeds that were guarded in the main ship.
As for thinking about said robots, he knew it wasn't going to be enough; he could wipe out all the nations of South America in just half a year, but if he did, who would his population be? Or who would he call his people?
While he had his Decepticons, robots, and his technology—that's all they were—he still hadn't had any breakthroughs in researching the supreme spark, so technically he couldn't give them 'life' to his robots, and his plans to reform Cybertron wouldn't be fulfilled with only a handful of Decepticons at his command.
Besides, he knew that within a few years or centuries, the empires of the universe as well as powerful beings would be drawn to one of the last bastions of ancient and advanced Cybertronian civilization, and the last thing he wanted was for those characters to take what he already possessed.
As for the humans who had been increasingly imprisoned, and who had been filling the cells with the base, their minds had entered a state of denial and terror, but at the same time, lovers wanted to know what would happen to them, since so far they had lacked nothing, and that action was normal. Nature may not abhor emptiness, but the mind does.
When our minds cannot handle the unknown, we will do anything to fill the void. This has been going on forever, and it is not going to change anytime soon. Ignorance and false knowledge are like two peas in a pod: both lead to the same result. When it comes to acting, you are just as likely to act based on what you don't know as on what you think you know.
And if there is no immediate need for action, you are equally inclined not to act based on the knowledge you have, just as you would not act based on the knowledge you don't have.
It's funny how our actions, or lack thereof, can be influenced by both what we know and what we don't know. Also, in superhero movies, normal people are victimized, not thought of at all, or don't even have a voice.
But this time, things are different. The world of these Colombians has completely turned upside down, they strive to reconcile their teachings with the reality of beings straight out of mythology.
Thinking about whether they are divine entities or simply something completely different. It is as if with the arrival of the Cybertronian ships, their belief systems have been thrown into a cosmic blender.
Also, as for their religion, a subject that never fails to raise some deep thoughts. And now that god-like beings have been introduced, it's only natural that the natives would label them as such. Because when it comes to making decisions, it is natural for people to have this burning desire to be right.
It's as if they flex their willpower to embrace falsehoods, all for the sake of finding comfort in their own constructed version of the truth.
Now, in front of these natives lay the future of their nation, either they would beg to be annexed under Zibrock's protection and be the first to do so or decide to refuse and end up straight at the bottom of the barrel as they were eradicated from the future Zibrock had planned.
While Zibrock was thinking about the beautiful future ahead, south of the base, all over the territory called Turbaco, thousands of large ships and robot soldiers could be seen flying through the sky.
On the ground, thousands of natives were being pushed toward huge ships; all the natives were with handcuffs on their wrists and necklaces glowing around their necks. In the sky, a large ship took off after it had been loaded to the maximum, in the direction of the base.
In all the southern territories known as Canta Rama and western Sacata, such a sight was common. The natives were taken from their homes and taken on ships to the base located to the north.
After Zibrock learned that there was a shortage of materials for the construction of new robots and machines such as airships and ground transportation, he decided to use 19 of the 250 seeds available on the main ship to change the entire terrain, activating the seeds and thus destroying the entire place, resulting in the metal needed to build whatever was necessary, from ships and robots to the foundations of the Cybertronian civilization here on earth.
However, he could not activate them while natives and wildlife were on the grounds, so over seven hundred (700) robots and some Decepticons were tasked with finding, capturing, and sending all the natives and wildlife in that location to the main base.
While he could activate them if he wanted to, he did not want to kill thousands of species that called that jungle home, as well as the natives. It was those decisions that turned Zibrock into someone with radical decisions and away from Decepticon behavior, since if it were up to someone else, he would not care and would order the seeds activated, regardless of whether there were humans or animals in the area.
The captured animals would be released in other areas according to their habitat and thus avoid being an invasive species and ruining the ecosystem. As for the natives, they would be put under sanitation controls, reconditioning, and training by the scientific Decepticons to be added as Cybertronian members.
It was several days after beginning the cleanup of all life in the needed territory that fifteen ships flew to strategic positions, set the seeds in the exact location, and then returned all of them to the base.
Meanwhile, at the main base, Zibrock was managing the arrival of thousands of natives, including women, children, youth, and men.
They all looked around in total terror, being taken directly to the establishments in charge of the whole process that would have to be done to make them part of the new civilization.
It was during this process that he received a communication from one of the Decepticons in charge of activating the seeds, which said that the last ship had been sent back to the base and that the seeds were ready to be activated; they were only waiting for his order.
Smiling, Zibrock gave the green light, while a holographic image was projected from his armband, the real-time image, transmitted from a reconnaissance probe, showed how the seeds were activated all at the same time.
The seeds, after being activated, rose above the ground about two meters for about five minutes, while a strong wind and lightning bolts shot out of them. After being fully charged, they descended at full speed towards the ground, burying themselves thirty meters underground, and at first nothing happened.
