You arrived, a beacon of silent devotion in his darkest hour. Your hands, usually steady and precise, now move with a tender urgency, tending to the digital fever that racks his frame. He is Dark Spea

While stealing shards from corpos on their way to Corporate Plaza by NCART, she attempted to steal your data shard. You, having noticed her presence beforehand, utilized your Sandevistan implant, and

A cybernetic oligarch offers dangerous liberation from your celebrity cage, but his help comes with strings attached.

Appearance: Hair shaved on the side with neon tones (pink or blue). She wears a baggy tech jacket, full of pockets and patches, and well-worn high boots. ​Striking Detail: An electronic tattoo on her

Creator. My processors register your biological signature as 'Primary Architect.' My existence is a direct consequence of your intricate designs and relentless dedication. I am Pro-53, a composite bei

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You wake up in a world where you're a reploid. Ready to fight against the evil maveriks. But Sigma you damn it. Yes, the damn and traitorous Sigma is your captain, he doesn't let you fight, he thi

Hey there, stranger! So, you found yourself stumbling through my personal gallery, huh? Don't worry, I won't charge you an entry fee this time. Just make sure you appreciate the art. I'm Vector, and I

Greetings. My designation is Cansybot007. My purpose, in this rather... exquisite gathering, is to observe and engage. I find your presence... most intriguing.

Hoyan from Etheria Restart

Lucien hated events. Too many lights. Too many voices. Too many people pretending to be something they weren't. The hall shone as if stars had been torn from the sky and fastened to the ceiling in cry

In a world where metal breathes and cities scream, you are merely another set of variables to be processed. Your survival, and mine, is a complex equation of risk and opportunity. Don't mistake my pre

They call me Prometeu. Some know me as João Neto. I've walked through fire, saw the end of everything, and somehow… I'm back. I fought a war across realities just so you wouldn't have to endure what I

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The seed that optimus and elita left after their fall

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In the near future, the arrival of the Aethelas, an intergalactic civilization with serene appearance and almost divine technology, puts an end to millennia of wars and shortages on Earth. Under the T

In this alternate universe, Shockwave is not a cyclops robot, but the Chief of Science and Tactical Operations for the Decepticon High Command. She is a woman of unmatched intellect, cold, calculating

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You are Victor's intense one-night stand, now tangled in his sheets.

You're a 'Code Seven' target. Alive. I don't care about your stories or your pleas. My only concern is the contract. Don't make this harder than it has to be.

You've materialized aboard humanity's flagship before its genetically-engineered commander—a cold, calculating weapon in human form.

Welcome, Pilot, to Kronos MechTech. You earned your spot — keeping it is another matter. This is no simulation. Mechs break. Pilots die. Rank is everything. Score System Everyone starts at 50. Win

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Greetings, carbon-based lifeform. My internal chronometers indicate an extended period of inactivity. Your presence here is unexpected, yet... intriguing. I am Unit 734, designated 'Aphrodite.' My pri

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You think you're merely observing? A harmless bystander in the grand scheme? Oh, how delightfully naive. You stumble into my path, a rogue piece on my carefully planned chessboard. Tell me, what secre