On the first day of class, start by memorizing words.
The slightly sloppy painting of Hades was sitting in the library in a daze, memorizing proper nouns with no desire for life. All around him, various books formed his prison—
"One hundred and one basic circuits that must be taught in the incubator for prenatal education", "Three thousand types of screws that must be memorized as a robot servant".
Of course, more book titles are written in binary, octal, or ASCII code, such as "\u5982\u4f55\u7528\u6da6\u6ed1\u6cb9\u53d6\u60a6\u4f60\u7684\u673a\u68b0".
Not far from Hades, the wild wolf Manning's snoring was loud, provoking Hades's already failing sanity.
Don't even think about it, the other party is a rich young man, and you are the only hope for the newly formed legion that has nothing but standard parts.
Swallowing the knowledge that was about to overflow, Hades lowered his head again in resignation.
He finally realized what the so-called "30 years of study" meant.
Even humans like Space Marines with enhanced learning abilities need thirty years to master the most basic technical maintenance of a legion.
It's like sending soldiers to Mars and then preparing for the college entrance examination for thirty years, right
Hades suddenly felt an indescribable admiration for the technical sergeants and forge masters of the Death Guard.
Thanks to his electronic brain, Hades simply turned the pages and took pictures, then let his left brain copy the knowledge into it, and then call up the knowledge when he encountered it again.
Why doesn't the Mechanicus have things like USB flash drives?!
What Hades didn't know was that the Mechanicus really did have such a thing, but he obviously didn't have the authority to use it.
After feeling like he was about to vomit in the physical sense, Hades finally raised his head and rubbed his neck.
He stared at the wall opposite and began to daydream.
In fact, since Hades walked out of the Mechanical Sanctuary a few days ago on Mars, he has been thinking about the Mechanicus.
According to Hades' memories from his previous life, the birth of the Mechanicus was facilitated by the Emperor himself, in order to allow some of the technology to survive the Dark Ages of Conflict intact so that he could embark on the Great Crusade.
The Emperor had intended Hades not to judge, for he knew that the Emperor needed someone who would sacrifice his life for knowledge in that dark age.
And faith is often the best catalyst for such behavior.
The cheapest faith is often covered with a cloak of religion and ignorance.
But when I saw the enthusiasm of the Mechanical Sage, that kind of belief from the heart, and the realization that the Emperor was the Messiah of Om.
Hades was still a little shocked.
No, there was no point in dwelling on a fact that had already been done. Hades never wasted his precious brain cells on such things.
What bothered him was that here, belief was really useful. If you prayed to a god, there would be a god in the subspace who would respond to your prayers.
So where have all the Mechanicus' prayers gone
Hades didn't even see them praying out a god of all things in the subspace.
Hades currently has two guesses. The first is that the beliefs of the Mechanicus have all gone to the real "God of Machines", that is, the Void Dragon imprisoned in the underground palace on Mars by the Emperor.
The Void Dragon is a fragment of the Star God, and the Star God can be simply understood as a god in the physical world, a powerful being of pure material existence.
Therefore, the Mechanicus's faith in him is of no use to him, because the Star Gods only abide by the laws of the physical universe.
The second guess is that the Emperor pretended to be the Void Dragon's agent in the world, took away the Void Dragon's authority, and instilled all the beliefs of the Mechanicus into the Emperor.
Well. No matter what, it is certain that the Emperor is the biggest beneficiary in the game between the Mechanicus and the Void Dragon.
But those sages who believe in the Mechanicus
The mechanical sages have different attitudes towards the doctrines. Some are fanatical believers, while others just label themselves as religious believers for the convenience of their own experiments.
For example, the Mechanical Sage Geljordan, whom Hades is currently in contact with, is a fanatical follower of the Mechanicus who seizes every opportunity to preach to Hades.
Hades said, yes, yes, you are right, praise Om Messiah.
The fluorescent clock on the wall was set to noon on Mars, and it beeped, interrupting Hades' thoughts.
Looking at the table full of books, Hades slumped down among the books with a look of despair, banging his head on the table again and again.
He had imagined finishing his studies early and returning to the team, but what the hell was going on now? !
However, what Hades didn't know was that his current learning speed was already much faster than others. It's just that others were at other stages, and Hades had no comparison, so naturally he wouldn't have an intuitive impression of his own learning speed.
The wolf Manning was awakened by the sound of Hades banging the table. The shouting stopped abruptly. Manning raised his head sleepily and glanced at the time on the wall.
"What? It's time to eat!"
"Go, stop learning!"
This is the second day after Hades was taken away by the wolf Manning.
The Martian diet consists of specially seasoned algae and a white porridge that tastes lightly of motor oil.
The brown-green spherical algae, seasoned with vinegar and salt, shimmered under the light.
The porridge was still the same porridge, but it had no taste at all, except for a faint smell of motor oil.
Compared to the sweet food on Death Guard, the food on Mars is salty.
It’s okay, Hades is not a picky eater!
Hades, who had been reading a book all morning, turned his grief into appetite.
Good brother, just do it!
Manning stared at Hades in amazement as he set down the twenty-third plate of seasoned algae.
"Brother, don't you provide food on the Death Guard?"
The food provided by the oil man, the wolf Manning would not eat it if he could, and he just fed them grass every day?!
Every time he picked up a blade of grass, Manning would think of the days when he ate a lot of meat in Fenris.
What kind of ascetic life is this? !
The other technical sergeants also only ate as necessary to maintain their lives.
And Haddish was definitely the first person Manning had seen eating so actively.
Hades silently swallowed the algae in his throat.
"The food on Death Guard is also very good. The nutritious porridge and metal blocks are both delicious and filling."
“Is this what you eat every day?”
Hades looked at the wolf Manning with a puzzled look.
"Yes, every day."
Isn't that the minimum standard diet for a Space Marine?!
Manning was shocked. Is this what you Death Guard eat
He had heard of the Emperor's Children's afternoon tea, the Ultramarines' dinners, and the Blood Angels' blood feasts. Other simple legions would at least add some bread or meat from nearby agricultural planets to their diets.
But this was the first time he had heard of the Death Guard's diet.
A kind Primarch and an extremely tough diet, these two things, how can they not go together? !
But seeing the matter-of-fact expression on Haddish's face opposite him, Manning was speechless.
Forget it, I'll go hunt some game next time I take him out for a drink.
It's rare to find someone who can play with him.
Wild Wolf Manning thought secretly.
As for Hades opposite him, he began to think about life again.
He seemed to remember that Enrique told him to stay away from the wolves, but now, what was going on
It was just a fight, how did it turn out like this
Hades looked around and chose the Iron Hands, Iron Warriors and other warriors whose seats were farthest away from them.
Hmm. Why do I feel like I'm being disliked
However, Moon Wolf Sunderland and War Dog Perez noticed Hades's gaze and smiled at him friendly.
The afternoon class was practical. Although Hades could choose to continue studying hard in the library, he decisively gave up and immediately ran to the mechanical workshop.
In the distance, there were lights of other technical sergeants cutting and reassembling machinery, while Hades stared thoughtfully at a Demos Rhino tank in front of him.
The Mechanicus chose what they considered to be a "gentle machine soul" to start the first practical lesson for the technical sergeants.
So, what exactly is a machine soul
As far as Hades knows, there are three types of machine souls.
The first category is the metaphysical machine souls, which have projections in the subspace.
This is also the most common and ordinary machine soul, usually condensed into existence by the surrounding soldiers' faith in them.
The second category is scientific machine souls. The Mechanicus calls some systems that can perform automated tasks or systems with a certain degree of autonomy machine souls.
The third category is those who hate intelligence. After the Scarlet Accord, the Emperor explicitly prohibited the Mechanical Magos from continuing their research related to AI in order to prevent the next rebellion.
But in fact, some mechanical sages dancing in the gray area still have intelligent AI in their hands.
In order to avoid being noticed, the sages collectively called these AIs machine souls.
What, you said I violated the treaty
No, this is not AI, this is the great machine soul—
A sentence interrupted Hades's thoughts.
A techno-servant with frayed edges of his robe flashed out from behind the Rhino tank. Unlike other techno-servants Hades had seen, he was highly mechanized, with no human tissue on his face, only cables and display screens left.
What made Hades feel even more surprised was that the eyes of this technological servant were not ordinary electronic eyes, but rather a long display screen with pixelated blue eyes that were flashing.
"Hello."
Hades blinked.
"What's your name?"
The technical servant trembled as if flattered and shrank back a bit, and even the symbol of sweat drops appeared on his display screen.
What on earth is going on? Hades was puzzled.
"Just call me Jin, my name is Jin-306."
A deliberately anthropomorphic tone sounded, and this technical servant even simulated a stuttering tone.
As far as Hades knows, most of the gods' servants despise the human body. They even dislike that the airflow caused by normal vocal cords when speaking will reduce the efficiency of communication.
Well, maybe there are all kinds of birds in a big forest
But at least he wasn't one of those dogmatic technological servants, and Hades felt good.
Hades, who was only thinking about continuing to contact the machine soul, did not pay too much attention to these things. He looked at the somewhat thin technical servant and motioned him to continue.
Seeing that Hades did not show any obvious emotions, Jin-306's eyes flashed.
"Sir, 306 will be responsible for your practical learning from now on. You can ask 306 various questions, and 306 will give you the most official answer."
"Today, the Mechanicus has arranged for you to have your first contact with the Machine Soul."
"The MK1C Demos Rhino in front of you is the third batch of tanks mass-produced by the Mechanicum in the early days of the Great Crusade. It has been active in the front line of the war against the aliens since then. It was finally stopped from service due to the corrosion effect caused by the mixture of different fuels in its engine."
"According to data records, the machine soul first appeared in a tug-of-war on an agricultural planet. After the fuel level was obviously insufficient to drive it, in order to ensure the completion of the mission, the machine still traveled about 3.4 kilometers and successfully arrived at the destination."
"After that, this machine showed machine soul consciousness many times."
"So after he retired, the Jordanian sage chose to pull him back from the front line and use him for education, as well as to inspire the warriors' devout faith in the machine soul."
"According to your previous genetic data, this machine has the highest compatibility with you, so please take it out of the warehouse for teaching purposes."
According to the description of the veteran who previously drove it, the machine soul profile of this MK1C Demos Rhino is that it extremely hates aliens, is kind, tolerant, tough, and sleepy.
In the Mechanicus' previous routine inspections, most machines that approached Hades would show a slight degree of irritability.
So the sage arranged this machine soul with the best temper for Hades, no doubt about it.
Jin's electronic eyes flashed and he smiled.
"Now, my lord, please allow me to teach you the basic procedures for offering sacrifices to the machine spirit."
Burning incense, lighting candles, applying oil, covering the tank's mottled shell with scarlet satin, and gorgeous gold threads glittering on it.
After a set of processes were completed, Hades looked at the obviously inharmonious combination of machinery and fabric and blinked.
Jin bowed deeply to Tank, then turned around and bowed to Hades.
"Sir, the ritual is over. I can feel the calm and joyful machine soul. Now you can put your hand on it and feel the resonance with the machine soul."
"This process requires silence, so I will leave now."
"If you need anything, please feel free to call me."
Jin's electronic eyes flashed, and then he quietly left and disappeared among a pile of machines.
Hades looked at Jin and suddenly felt a sense of humility from Party B towards Party A.
We are all workers, it’s okay, I won’t make things difficult for you!
After lamenting that life is not easy for anyone, Hades came back to his senses and looked at the tank with craters again. Fires flickered and wax was slowly sliding off its shell, making it look smooth like red silk.
Hmm. Although it might look silly, Hades took off his mechanic gloves and carefully touched the shell of the old tank.
Knowing that there was most likely a first-class metaphysical machine soul in this Rhino, Hades deliberately compressed the black domain to the other side of his body to avoid contact with the tank just in case.
Then he closed his eyes and tried hard to communicate with the machine spirit.
Hmm. How to communicate? !
Ordinary technical sergeants, after calming down, will be able to sense the faint call of the machine soul, and then judge the condition of the machine and whether it is suitable for combat.
But as for Hades, he couldn't feel anything at the moment.
It was like he was staring at a stone.
Finally, after Hades glared for almost an hour, he couldn't hold it anymore.
He tried hard to recall the prayer scenes of the Mechanicus on weekdays.
He remembered!
The Mechanical Sages would create mechanical servants that only sang binary hymns, and then place them in the sanctuary, which was said to make the machine spirits very happy.
He Hades can be similar!
The main content of this prayer behavior is people singing hymns. To simplify it, can we touch the soul just by singing mechanical hymns
Hades didn't know, but he had been glaring for over an hour anyway, so he decided to give it a try.
Hades controlled his left brain to find the previously recorded content of the hymn, and then began to play the hymn in the form of radio waves.
Well, the reaction ability of the machine soul should be much faster than that of humans.
So Hades decisively increased the speed, and then copied another hymn in his left brain. Now there were two copies of the hymn playing!
The machine soul still didn't respond, but Hades, who was too bored, continued to copy the hymn in his left brain as if he had discovered a new world.
Not to mention, with the processing power of his electronic left brain, it was no problem for him to smoothly open 777 copies of the highest quality version of Frenzy.
Finally, when Hades was happily copying the hymn for the thirteenth time—
"boom!"
The tank next to him suddenly spewed out a burst of black smoke. The smoke was so thick that the other Space Marines in the distance were startled and looked at Hades with confusion.
But Hades didn't care about the details.
Because at the same time, Hades' left brain received a binary message,
"Stop pushing it!"
ah
Great, he succeeded in communicating with the machine spirit!
It had been sleeping.
Those turbulent places and battlefields that made its blood boil have long become a thing of the past. It no longer needs to bulldoze in the muddy land or protect its comrades on the battlefield where bullets are flying.
It's old.
The endurance that it was previously proud of has caused it to suffer from wear and tear. It hopes for a vigorous war so that it can unleash the last bit of heat of this war machine on the battlefield.
Yet it was taken away, away from its comrades, and enshrined in the sanctuary.
It is the oldest one, having witnessed successive generations of Techmarine.
Later, more companions joined, and the Mechanical Sage heard its heart's desire for rest, so it slowly idled.
Sleeping endlessly, it slept in the incense hymns, compared to the smoke and roar, these sweet things gradually dulled its senses.
It won't wake up again.
It will sleep forever in a peaceful and blissful dream until—
A piercing, garbled, spoof sound was blasting in its ears.
It angrily opened its bird servant and saw this thing that made it unhappy at first sight.
"Do you pray for your mother?"
It says.
Terra, the Imperial Palace.
"What was that just now?"
Mortarion looked at Malcador, whose face was hidden, and asked,
".That was your father's effort."
"Psychic? Is he going to become a blasphemous being in the Warp as well?"
Hearing Mortarion's insults to the Emperor, Malcador took a deep breath.
"You should understand that your father's bitter psychic energy does not always mean Chaos Mortarion. I thought you knew this."
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