Holding the Allspark in his left hand, Amon stretched out his right hand and pulled a massive, illusory cube from the void. It was an exact replica of the Allspark he now held. Amon carefully placed this historical projection back in its original position.
Ilyana exclaimed, "Is that the historical projection you mentioned, the one you dragged out of the void? You can actually pull out something that enormous!"
Amon landed gracefully on the ground, then casually tossed the real Allspark to Ilyana. He instructed her, "This is called the Spark Source. Don't let it come into contact with any electronic or mechanical products, or they will turn into aggressive and violent mechanical creatures."
Ilyana frowned, cradling the cube. "Then how am I supposed to use this thing? Didn't you say you would give me a transformable motorcycle? How can I use it if it just becomes violent?"
Amon smiled. "That's simple. The reason robots activated by the Allspark become violent is because most of Earth's current electronics are manufactured using technology reverse-engineered from that giant, frozen robot back there. Therefore, once activated, they develop aggressive and hostile personalities. This can be easily avoided by simply introducing a few 'mistakes' during the activation process."
"What are you even talking about? Why don't I understand any of that?" Ilyana asked, completely confused.
"It's normal not to understand," Amon said lightly. "You still have much to learn."
Ilyana's eyebrows shot up. Every time she had a conversation with Amon, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was mocking her, either intentionally or unintentionally. Without dwelling on it—as she was already quite used to his teasing—she followed Amon out of the S.H.I.E.L.D. base hidden beneath the dam. As they were leaving, Amon gave a cheerful wave to a baffled Nick Fury.
After leaving the Hoover Dam, Amon opened a starry gate and teleported them back to New York. The two stepped out of the closing portal onto a city street.
Ilyana observed their surroundings and asked curiously, "This looks like New York. Why are we back so soon? Is the robot war about to begin?"
Amon casually hooked his arm around Ilyana's neck and said to her with a grin, "Of course, it's for your gift. Weren't you just clamoring for a living robot?"
Being stared at like this by Amon, Ilyana felt a slight blush creep up her cheeks. She slapped his hand away and stammered, "Who... who was clamoring for a gift? You... you said you would give it to me! I was just reminding you!"
"Alright, alright, it's my fault that I didn't present you with your gift in a more timely manner. So, my dear princess, would you please come and see the gift I have prepared for you?" Amon said, his tone suddenly very formal and gentlemanly.
Ilyana turned her body away, trying to hide her smile. "Fine, I forgive you. Take me to see the motorcycle you prepared for me!" As she spoke, Ilyana tried hard to control her tone, to prevent Amon from hearing any hint of excitement that he could then use to make fun of her. She had experienced this kind of thing far too many times, and each instance was followed by Amon ridiculing her for days.
"No need to hold back your excitement. The gift is right in front of you."
Amon's voice floated over. Ilyana looked back to see that Amon was already walking away. She stomped her feet on the spot in mock frustration and then chased after him. "Wait for me, Amon!"
The two soon arrived at the entrance of the "Different" Dance Hall. Ilyana looked at the unique name and asked curiously, "How could a motorcycle be in a place like this?"
"Let's go in," Amon said, leading Ilyana inside. The two security guards at the door saw Amon and Ilyana approaching, immediately opened the door, and welcomed them with a bow. "Boss! Miss!"
"Why do they call you boss?" Ilyana asked, sidling up to Amon and looking at him suspiciously. "When did you open such a big establishment? How come I didn't know about it?"
"There are so many things you don't know," Amon replied with an air of mystery. "I've done so many things."
Arriving inside the dance hall, Amon opened a door and led Ilyana into a room decorated in a sleek, mechanical style and filled with high-tech equipment. A huge gift box sat in the center of the room. Ilyana could guess that her new motorcycle was inside.
"I'm opening it!" Ilyana declared, moving toward the large gift box. Perhaps feeling that opening the gift box by hand was too slow, Ilyana directly condensed part of her soul-sword in her hand and sliced the box open along its edges.
After opening the gift box, what came into Ilyana's view was a stunning silver-gray motorcycle. Its surface had crater-like patterns that were visible under the light. It adopted a double-backbone frame, with the main beam extending from the front to the rear, forming a sharp fold line like the air intake of a fighter jet. The curved surface from the fuel tank to the rear of the vehicle conformed perfectly to aerodynamics.
"How cool!" Ilyana exclaimed, and she immediately swung a leg over to sit on the motorcycle. The body of the bike fit her frame perfectly.
"I designed this motorcycle myself," Amon began to explain. "It breathes, and the color of its body changes depending on your emotional state. When your speed reaches a certain limit, the entire vehicle will emit a brilliant purple light, like a shooting star. It's made from a composite of adamantium and vibranium, making it nearly indestructible..."
Amon introduced the various features of the motorcycle to Ilyana, which only made her more excited.
"Amon, I love this gift so much! All those times you teased me before are forgiven!"
Amon smiled without saying anything. After a moment, he took out the faintly glowing Allspark and tossed it into Ilyana's hands. Previously, Ilyana had thought the cube was too big and inconvenient to hold, so she had given it back to Amon.
"Put it close to the motorcycle, and it will come to life," Amon explained.
Ilyana looked at the cube in her hand again and asked, "Just put it directly on the motorcycle? Don't I need to do anything else? Didn't you say that activated life forms become violent?"
Amon replied with a confident smile, "You don't need to do anything else. Nothing will go wrong with me around."
Hearing this, Ilyana didn't hesitate any longer. She curiously placed the Allspark on the motorcycle's body. At that exact moment, Amon snapped his fingers. "Transformation begins!"
Ripples of pure energy appeared, and the motorcycle's body began to shake and hum. Soon, the metal of its frame trembled and rippled like living human muscles. The fuel tank split apart to form chest armor, the front fork twisted and reformed into powerful arms, and the engine expanded to become a core power reactor. The wheels decomposed and reorganized into sleek foot tracks, the rear wheel hub rotated and unfolded into a shoulder-mounted missile bay, and the headlight pupils ignited into deep blue optical lenses. Blue energy flowed through its entire body, and the motorcycle completely transformed into a humanoid robot.
After being activated, the newly-born robot looked around and soon spotted Ilyana and Amon standing in front of it. She knelt down on one knee and spoke in a clear, female robotic voice: "Thank you, my two creators, for giving me life! My name is Artemis."
By using the wrong authority, Amon had introduced specific 'errors' into Artemis's activation, making her belong neither to the Autobots nor the Decepticons, or even to any faction of Cybertron. She now belonged only to Amon and Ilyana.
"The Goddess of the Hunt? I like this name!" Ilyana said happily. She never expected the robot she had turned into would be so incredibly cool.
Artemis replied, "Artemis is also very happy that her creator likes her name."
At this time, Amon spoke. "Artemis, from now on, you will be Ilyana's maid and personal guard."
"Yes, Creator!" Artemis answered with serious devotion.
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