Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Caleb, feeling a sudden and inexplicable wave of irritability, muttered to his team, "Gonna step out for a bit, need some air or whatever the fuck robots breathe here."

Wandering the streets, Caleb spotted a taxi transformer idling nearby. Its body was sleek and yellow, with black and white checkered patterns running along its sides. "Hey, you functioning or what?" Caleb called out, approaching it.

The taxi, transforming into a more humanoid shape, responded in a cheerful tone, "Functioning at optimal levels, sir! Where to?"

"Just drive. I need to clear my head," Caleb grunted, climbing in.

As they cruised through the metallic city, Caleb, driven by a mix of curiosity and his foul mood, blurted out, "So, you robots do it like humans, or what? You know, to make little battery-powered babies?"

The transformer taxi let out a series of beeps that resembled laughter. "No, sir, we don't reproduce through sexual processes. We are constructed in manufacturing facilities, where our components and consciousness are assembled and programmed."

Caleb, taken aback by the straightforward answer, chuckled. "So, no robot love life, huh? That's either a relief or the saddest thing I've heard."

The taxi's dashboard flashed amusedly. "We experience companionship and relations in different formats, more intellectual and task-oriented. But it's fulfilling in our context."

Shaking his head with a grin, Caleb leaned back. "Man, the things you learn when you just ask. A whole city of loveless, task-driven metalheads."

As they continued cruising, the transformer taxi, sensing Caleb's interest, took the initiative to introduce itself. "I am designated TXR-1138, but you can call me Trix. And since you seem curious, let me share some fun facts about us transformers and AI."

"Did you know," Trix began, its voice modulating with enthusiasm, "that the oldest transformer model could only switch between two forms, and now, some of us can adopt over a hundred different configurations?"

Caleb laughed, "A hundred, huh? Bet that makes for some wild parties."

Trix continued, "And another thing, we once had a popular game show where contestants had to guess an object's function just from its transformed shape. It was a hit for centuries!"

"Game shows? Really? That's hilarious!" Caleb responded, amused by the thought of robots engaging in such entertainment.

Shifting to a more historical tone, Trix shared, "Our Mechanical Civilization originated from a single assembly line created by an ancient race. The first AI, known as the Prime Constructor, revolutionized our world, laying down the foundation for our society."

Caleb, genuinely interested, urged, "Go on, this Prime guy sounds like a big deal."

Trix elaborated, "Indeed, he was. The Prime Constructor designed the first self-replicating machines, leading to the exponential growth of our population. His intellect was so advanced that many of our core systems still run on algorithms he developed."

"Damn, so he's like your mechanical messiah or something?" Caleb quipped.

"In a way, yes," Trix admitted. "His principles of efficiency, growth, and innovation are still revered. Statues and memorials in his honor are scattered throughout our cities."

Caleb nodded, impressed. "Sounds like a real legend. You guys owe him a lot then."

Trix, still sharing tales, mentioned other legendary figures of their civilization. "After the Prime Constructor, we had Architect Xerion, who designed our capital's infrastructure, capable of self-repair and evolution. His designs are why our cities can adapt and change even today."

"And then there's Circuitrix the Wise, an AI who revolutionized our energy distribution, ensuring that not a watt goes to waste. Her systems are so efficient, we've had surplus energy for eons."

Caleb, soaking in the history, whistled appreciatively. "You guys had some real hotshots shaping your world, huh?"

As they reached Caleb's destination, he pulled out the wrist device the Ufotans had given him. "How much do I owe ya, Trix?"

"Just 300 smart credits for the tour and transport," Trix replied, its sensors blinking.

Caleb tapped on the device, transferring the credits. "Worth every credit for the stories and the ride, Trix."

Before departing, Trix projected a contact code onto Caleb's device. "In case you need another ride or just want to hear more stories, call me."

Transforming into a sleek jet, Trix prepared to take off. Caleb stared, astonished. "Wait, you're a fucking jet? Why the hell didn't you fly us earlier?"

Trix's engines hummed with laughter. "Well, you didn't ask for a flight, sir. But now you know. Have a great day!"

With that, Trix shot into the sky, leaving Caleb staring after it, both impressed and slightly annoyed. "Should've asked for a flight tour," he mumbled, still in awe of the transformer's capabilities.

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Back with his team, Caleb, still curious about the smart credits system, decided to check his balance. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he saw the figure: 2 million smart credits. "Holy shit, when did I become a freaking millionaire here?" he exclaimed, showing the display to his teammates.

"Maybe it's because you're the Earth Rep? They're probably buttering you up," Leo suggested, peering over Caleb's shoulder at the staggering amount.

Caleb stroked his chin, pondering. "Or, it could be those high-ranking Ufotan goons I got under my control. Maybe they're funneling funds into my account to keep me sweet."

"Ufotan goons?? What the hell!? Did you manipulate some of them to obey you or what!?" Everyone looked at Caleb with doubt.

Mia leaned in, intrigued. "That's a lot of credits. We could buy top-tier equipment or information with this kind of dough."
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Caleb nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. "Yeah, this has gotta be more than just a standard hospitality package. I mean, 2 million? That's like setting me up as a kingpin here."

Alex chimed in, "Could be both, dude. Earth Rep status plus your secret Ufotan pals wanting to stay in your good graces. Smart move, keeping us flush with credits. Though, I'm really curious how you made them your subordinate."

"Secret..." Caleb smirked, "Well, whatever the reason, we're gonna make good use of this fortune. Maybe gear up for the games or grease some wheels. Having a stash like this gives us an edge, and I plan to exploit it to the max."