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Jack walked up to the trio standing with Joyce. Wembley glanced at Jack—he had never met the man before—but with his usual careless attitude, he didn't think much of it. Probably just a new researcher, he thought and shrugged it off.
"It's time to witness a miracle," Joyce announced with dramatic flair, his eyes glittering with pride and anticipation.
A white orb floated up from the research table like a summoned spirit. Joyce plucked it from the air with the ease of a magician and stepped in front of Jack, holding it out like a gift from the gods.
"This isn't just metal. Watch carefully," Wembley murmured to Jack, his tone low but laced with unease.
In an instant, the orb split into a cluster of glowing cubes. They twisted and spun above Joyce's palm like fireflies in a synchronized dance. The light they gave off pulsed rhythmically, casting eerie patterns on the walls.
"We can morph it into any form," Joyce said, swaying his hands. The cubes followed, shifting with perfect synchronicity. "It's like it can see… or feel. Right?"
"That's incredible," Jack said, visibly intrigued, nodding slowly.
Joyce grinned wider. "Do you like music? Because this little guy does too—watch."
The shimmering mass transformed instantly into a sleek, black stereo, humming softly in his hand.
Darcy's eyes widened. "No way…"
"Still impressed? Let's turn up the heat." Joyce flicked his wrist, and the stereo contorted into a cold, black pistol that settled neatly in his palm.
"Oh my God, you actually did it," Darcy exclaimed.
Jack clapped enthusiastically. "Now that's presidential. Seriously impressive work."
"Really? Hahaha!" Joyce laughed, basking in the praise. His ego practically floated.
"President," Jack said, "does the transforming element only turn into finished metal objects?"
"In theory, yes. It's programmable to mimic any metallic structure," Joyce replied. "You could say it's metal with a pulse. Not alive, not conscious, but far beyond anything static. With this, we'll build a new class of Transformers—our own. No more alien dependence."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "That's revolutionary. Who needs the Autobots anymore?"
Joyce's face darkened slightly. "Exactly. The ones we make won't think—they'll obey. That's how you win."
Jack nodded, feigning admiration. "Truly visionary."
Joyce looked upward as if delivering a line from a sacred text. "I just want to protect humanity. We shouldn't rely on alien forces to decide our fate."
Wembley muttered under his breath, "Save it for the press, poser…"
"What was that?" Joyce snapped.
"Nothing, sir! Just saying how great you are," Wembley said quickly.
Jack leaned in slightly. "President, I've been thinking about something."
"What's on your mind?" Joyce asked, intrigued.
"What if humans could fuse with the transforming element? Could we gain Transformer abilities?"
Joyce's eyes went wide. Darcy and Wembley stared at Jack in stunned silence.
"Merging humans with the element?" Joyce repeated. "That's… that's brilliant! Why didn't I think of that? If a human body could host this material…" He trailed off into laughter. "It's genius! Absolute genius!"
Jack stepped back subtly, grossed out by Joyce's excitement. "Easy, President. You're practically drooling."
"What's your name? I'm promoting you immediately!" Joyce declared.
"No need. It's an honor just to serve KSI," Jack replied smoothly. "I'm not here for fame."
"Look at that humility!" Joyce said proudly. "KSI is lucky to have you."
"If there's nothing else, I'll return to work. I'd love to see progress on that fusion concept soon," Jack added, turning to leave.
"Get on it, Wembley!" Joyce barked. "I want to see something tangible—fast."
"Yes, sir! Right away!" Wembley stuttered and rushed off.
Darcy shook her head. "You're actually serious about this human-fusion stuff?"
"This isn't madness—it's science," Joyce said, his voice filled with zeal. "Science is the engine of destiny."
Meanwhile, Jack walked through KSI's towering corridors, smirking. Just research it. Don't let me down now.
Suddenly, a striking woman in a black professional skirt walked briskly toward him, surrounded by several men in suits. Her heels clicked sharply on the polished floor like a war drum.
Jack's eyes narrowed. "Well, well… Su Yueming. Didn't expect to find another Tianchao native here."
Su Yueming kept walking, unflinching. Her eyes locked on Jack's, sharp and commanding. She didn't move aside.
The suited men stepped forward. "Please move."
Jack pushed past them casually. "What, nobody can walk anymore? Weird."
Boom! Jack collided with Su Yueming, knocking them both to the ground. He landed atop her.
"You jerk! Do you even know who I am?" Su Yueming snapped, clearly furious.
Jack looked down at her with a grin. "No idea. But your body is unforgettable."
"Disgusting! Remember my name—Su Yueming! You're dead meat."
"Su Yueming, huh? Nice name. We're both from Tianchao. We should stick together, right?" Jack chuckled.
"I don't care who you are—get off!" she screamed. "And what are you standing there for? Pull him off!"
"Yes, ma'am!" The men hurried to pull Jack up.
Jack rose, still grinning. "Name's Jack. Try not to forget it."
Then, without warning, he leaned down and bit her on the lip.
"Agh!" Su Yueming cried out, stunned, her eyes blazing with fury.