With the awe still palpable in the room from Sam’s transformation, Mike again actioned to spark yet another transformation. Navigating the program expertly now, he sets up profiles for Kyle. "Now, our buddy here is gonna experience somethin' truly unique." Mike says, grinning wildly in his pirate persona. The air cracks in anticipation as Mike hits 'enter.'
Kyle suddenly feels a strange energy begin passing through him, originating from around his ankles and gradually ascending upwards. The sensation is bizarre but not painful, just a tingling feeling that grows progressively intense with time as it spreads steadily until it approaches his head. The energy begins morphing him - starting at his feet. He glances down and practically chokes with panic. Where once was flesh now layed machinery. Cold, steel limbs that came together at mechanical jingles, the site shocking him into a frozen state.
Unable to move his metallic legs, he stumbles back, an expression of horror dawning on him. Panic rears its head and his heartbeat pounds in his ears. Just before he can scream out, Mike swiftly moves to reach him. "Arr laddie," The pirate speaks up, spreading his hands placatingly, "Ain't nothing to fear. Trust this ol' sea dog, yar going to be just fine!"
Kyle barely nods through his anxiety but it's enough for Mike to step back and let the procedure resume its course. As realization sets in and understandable dread gives way to resignation and then to acceptance, Kyle's body continues to change into cold, hard mechanics - losing all resemblance to the massive construction worker he once was. From his biceps turning into robot arms with extensions, to his chest accepting cool plates of steel, each piece complementing the other in cool union, nothing of flesh and blood remained. With transformation complete, he was fully a robot now standing red and imposingly tall among his friends. Everyone looks at Kyle-turned-robot in stunned silence. But the most dramatic part hadn't even started yet—once he was fully transformed into a robot, the lights on him flicker and dim while taking his consciousness hostage. It's a momentary disorientation as everything goes off like a power fail, plunging him into darkness, leaving him in a limbo. His mind, once lodged safely behind human eyes, finds itself within the confines of a sophisticated computer system. As his subsystems start to boot up one after another, his senses begin to return gradually. The start of this new existence fills his mental view gradually with maps and vector graphics charts — very reminiscent of high tech representing multiple data streams about various body systems. Blinking with surprise at all the technical-looking information right in front of him, he lets out a reflexive 'whoa'... that translates electronically to his obviously synthesized vocal chords and out of integrated speakers on his neck. When he talks, it reverbs mechanically but the astonishment is clear in it, "What in the gears 'n' greases just happened?"
"Well pardner, looks like you hit the robot goldmine," Ted drawls. A series of flashing commands towards bottom left of his new vision catches his eye. They all point to one particular function – vehicle mode! A series of transformations roll through his mind – how to turn, what to do, everything loading swiftly onto his newfound control panel. Realizing he might need a bit more room for that, Sam's draconian voice rumbles deeply, "Hey bud, you might wanna try out that vehicle mode in the garage." A unanimous agreement across the room leads them all to move downstairs with excited chatter—the dragon accompanied by cowboy and pirate and spark-streaked pup—with Sam taking the lead down the stairs followed by the group.
Making it into the open space of the garage, Kyle takes a moment to compose himself before he begins. It's just a mental prompt away as he thinks about changing and then is doing. Parts of his robotic form twist and reconfigure as the rest of him follows suit - a full-fledged metamorphosis in action that culminates in a shiny blue and red paint jeep. The last pieces fall into place, wheels popping out as the doors shape up for a perfect foursquare vehicle ready for action. From towering robot to stylized four-wheeler, the change is astounding, leaving everyone else breathlessly impressed, "Well blow me down, yar transformation be a sight for these ol' eyes," Mike praises, gazing appreciatively at their jeep friend.