Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 643 Extra: Perturabo's New Neighbor
"Three, two, one, lift your left leg. Very good. Three, two, one, lift your right leg. Very good. Three, two, one, take a step forward."

"Wow. Look, Pepe. It's a miracle!"

Perturabo, who was lying at the computer desk, opened his mouth and yawned lazily, like a real border collie, indifferent to the miraculous scene being broadcast on the computer screen: with the patient encouragement and guidance of scientific researchers and professional medical staff, and the help of exoskeleton-assisted machinery, a patient with high spinal cord paraplegia was relying on the instructions issued by his brain to carefully take the first step forward with his own legs.

"The speed of technological development is too fast now." Ramizane ate the plain potato chips in his mouth with a sip of sugar-free cola. "Hey-ha! Cool. These things were written in science fiction in the past."

The explanation on the computer screen continued. "…It is reported that the laboratory will join forces with the AI ​​laboratory to further improve the "three-in-one" skull implantable brain-spinal interface micro-device, complete third-party product type inspection, and prepare for product registration clinical trials…"

"Hey, Pepe, this is the use of skull implants and brain-spinal interfaces. Why didn't we hear about this before? This year, there is a sudden outburst of news about this new technology! There are all kinds of magical aircraft engines that I don't even understand, and our country has developed a real-life version of the grenade launcher..."

——We need to ask our brother Ferrus Manus, the bionic mechanical bird who was imprisoned in the drone laboratory and used as a special-purpose AI chip test machine.

This guy really tried hard to get out and see everyone... Was he trying too hard?

such as--

"Huh? Has the latest AI agent been named? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

The dog just shook his ears when he heard his owner burst into strange laughter.

"Manus? Isn't this Manus? Hahahaha... But Manus means 'hand' in Latin. It's quite suitable as a name for an AI assistant."

——No way. This is Manus. The way he came up with to come out and talk to us was to try to add an interface that could connect to himself in the general artificial intelligence assistant, so that he could contact each of us at the same time without moving himself.

But I bet that once this abominable weak intelligence called "artificial intelligence" (which is actually a backdoor inserted by himself) comes online, Ferrus will immediately link his electronic eyes and data to the surveillance camera of Fulgrim's cage.

The black and white border collie hid its muzzle and head behind the cushions and pillows and rolled its eyes secretly.

If I were in charge of the lab, I could provide more inspiration! Ferrus is no match for me in writing code and algorithms! I could even rewrite the driver code for an old Titan system on the spot, which is like a pile of personality fragments and memory circuits!
But Ferrus was an experimental machine from the beginning, and there is nothing we can do about it. He can secretly connect to the world's best supercomputers and other confidential equipment... So I am not jealous, and it is not my fault. Humph. What did the ancients of the Ramizann Kingdom say? "This is the fate of me, and it is not my fault!"

It can even be said that Ferrus has a problem - this is simply over-issuing the knowledge in his head! We shouldn't believe him when he says "Don't worry, I will only give some hints and inspiration"!

As Ramizane once again admired the videos showing cases of spinal cord injury patients recovering and moving independently, Perturabo BC frowned behind him.

...Isn't this the basic knowledge required to connect bionic mechanical prostheses with the Dreadnought? However, the people here did not choose to keep it secret and develop it for military purposes first, but instead quickly made it public for civilian and medical use...

The border collie exhaled a puff of hot air from his nostrils that sounded like a deep sigh.

But wasn't it for this last chance that he chose this place? The price Ramizarn paid for choosing this place was too high...

Suddenly, he pricked up his ears in alertness, tensed his muscles, and pointed his muzzle toward the door.

"Wow woof woof woof!!!"

"Hey, what's wrong, baby Pepe? Is there someone at the door? Let me see... Stop shouting, thank you for your help, I've heard you. Don't be so loud, it will disturb the neighbors."

As the sound of slippers was heard, Perturabo rushed to the door with a hint of hostility, curled his tail, raised his head and stared at the unknown visitor outside the door.

"Um……?"

The door was cautiously opened only a narrow gap, showing the occupants' unfamiliarity with the visitor.

"Hello. Excuse me." The visitor had an inexplicable temperament that made people feel reliable and friendly. His short black hair was neatly trimmed, with a little gray on the temples, which made him look intellectual and powerful. He had a broad skull, a square face, and a pair of beautiful ice-blue eyes, but when he spoke, he still had a Southern European accent in his standard Seris language.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

"Ah, it's like this. Hello, I'm sorry, but I wonder if you still remember me? We've met before."

"Wait... your blue eyes are indeed... hey, it's that foreigner that Pepe liked you so much when he met you on the street before!"

As he spoke, Ramizarn reached out and pulled a handful of Perturabo BC's thick mane on the back of his head, whose eyes were full of suspicion, vigilance, and a hint of hidden panic, signaling him not to scare him. "What are you doing...? Hey? You speak Seris quite well! No wonder you understood what I said last time!"

"Ah, thank you for your compliment... It's like this, our construction company recently undertook a new supporting facilities renovation project for your community..."

"Huh? What? Why do we need to hire a foreign company to do a project like renovating the pipelines in our residential area?"

"Haha, haha, you know, it's not easy to bid for a project that can receive payment nowadays... After all, your ability to pay is still good, and it is very easy for our professional ability. It can also accumulate some reputation in the local area, which is beneficial to our future development - isn't this a win-win situation for both parties?"

"Oh - I thought that the stingy property management committee and the even more inhuman neighborhood committee suddenly changed their nature, hahaha, it turns out that you are doing charity work in a semi-advertising nature! I thought so!"

"...Yes, yes, public welfare, yes, that's it."

Ramizane visibly relaxed a little, the crack in the door slightly widening, the border collie standing by the human's legs, his angry eyes like a sword staring directly at his Chief Trident's eyes that moved away guiltily.

"So why are you here today...? This is a renovation project for the entire residential area. It shouldn't have anything to do with me, right?"

"Because this is a long-term project, we rented the house downstairs for the convenience of on-site office and supervision... So we will be neighbors from now on, and I came to say hello to you."

The human from Perturabo showed an expression of sudden realization, and quickly stood up, quietly pulled his shirt, and then continued to open the door.

"Oh, that's why... No wonder! New neighbor! Welcome! Oh, look at this... By the way, what should I call you?"

"You're welcome. According to Seris custom, you can just call me Fricks." "Fricks?" The man named Ramizane widened his eyes in surprise. "Is it spelled 'Forrix'?"

The border collie has already bared its canine teeth at the person outside the door.

"Ah, no no, of course not. It's short for 'Fredericks'. My brothers like to call me 'Fricks'."

"I see. You scared me. Haha... Oh, by the way, since you're our neighbor downstairs, I hope you can bear with me." As he spoke, the human smiled and pinched Perturabo BC's face, which was already so gloomy that it was about to drip with water, and shook it towards the visitor. "Perturabo is a big guy, and sometimes he might make some noises when playing with his toys--"

"Perturabo...playing...with toys..." Fricks unconsciously and stiffly repeated this combination of words that seemed extremely unfamiliar when combined with the name of the Father of Genes.

If the bright gaze of a border collie could kill, by now Fricks would probably be so shattered that even Fearless couldn't get in.

But not only could he not kill anyone at this moment, he also had to be forced to put on a stupid dog's smile to his offspring who had a stiff smile. One could imagine how much intense emotion he could convey to Fricks who met his gaze with his only remaining eyes.

Therefore, the Chief Trident, who had excitedly tried every means to invest in the project, obtain a business visa, rent a house and rush over to take care of the Father of Genes, sadly found that he seemed to have flattered the horse's legs or even... the horse's mouth.

"Yeah! Oh, right! He might bark or jump on you on the road, just ignore him. The more you pay attention to him, the more excited he will be... and..."

Fricks finally experienced what it felt like to be sitting on pins and needles. After being forced to listen to four minutes of what seemed like four hundred years of talk about how his noble Primarch's dog was making trouble at home and all kinds of dog-raising experiences such as "just ignore him" and "don't spoil him", the company captain's personal mobile communicator beeped, indicating an attempt to communicate, as if it were a savior from heaven.

Taking the opportunity to answer the call, before the other party had a chance to speak, he defined the situation as "What? Do you need me to rush over right away? Okay, okay." Then he said goodbye to Ramizarn who was still reluctant to leave, and fled with the gaze of a certain Primarch behind him that was like a molten ray.

"He's a nice guy. I wonder how good his construction skills are, what do you think? Pepe. Hey, everyone's gone, why are you still yelling outside? How rude..."

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At the door of another room upstairs, a yellow and white Corgi quietly pricked up its ears, listening carefully to the noise outside.

Behind another door downstairs, a figure quietly left the peephole installed inside the door.

On the rainwater pipe outside the building, the figure of a plush red-bellied squirrel flashed by nimbly and silently like a ghost.

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"How about it?"

As soon as Fricks stepped into the door of the newly rented house, several people who had been waiting inside for a long time couldn't wait to ask him questions.

"What happened when I contacted you just now? Did something unexpected happen?"

"Did you see your father?"

"Can you please invite your father over?"

"When can we go to see the Primarch?"

"Wait! Wait!" Chief Trident shouted in a low voice, and finally stopped the group of "brothers" who were talking at the same time.

Yeah. Yes.

Before he met the Primarch on a business trip, Fricks was in a related industry, but he didn't run his own construction company, and he didn't have any immediate intention to develop in Seris, but...

When he returned to his original country due to visa issues and was preparing to pack up, visit the ancient ruins to pay his last respects and then try to find a job in Seris to obtain a long-term visa, he met several acquaintances along the way who were obviously also here to pay their respects to the name of Mount Olympus... very familiar people who looked like brothers, even better than brothers...

Later, with the help of these battle brothers, a construction company was quickly established, which was registered as Iron Warriors in the original country and named "Iron Army" in Seris.

After accumulating a very good reputation by completing several small and medium-sized projects at a miraculously high speed, high quality and very reasonable charges, which was simply impossible according to the traditional local speed, the construction company quickly announced that it would open an office and look for new projects in Seris, a rapidly developing city full of opportunities and challenges.

In this way, with the help of the local government, they processed Seris business visas and registered rental permits for most people in the name of the company.

They had already pretended to be various casual joggers, drivers and other passers-by who had repeatedly confirmed Perturabo BC's identity from a distance when the Father of Genes was taken out for a stroll ("How dare anyone say such treasonous words! This is the Father of Genes, accompanied by his current aide-de-camp, stepping onto the avenue with his noble new body's white four legs to patrol the territory around his residence!").

The alchemical psychic link from thirty thousand years later, coming from the depths of the mysterious ineffable and inexplicable code, allowed each of them to recognize the identity of the black and white furry tyrant as soon as they saw him, and also recalled more fragments of their memories.

Of course, each of them had experienced a stiff "first time" and then immediately learned to look away respectfully when certain precursory movements occurred - that inevitable moment when they saw the father of genes raise his leg to "mark territory" against a telephone pole or any roadside tree with black and yellow warning stripes while walking the dog.

Fricks was already very skilled in dealing with this sudden collapse of rigidity and aphasia. He would immediately drag the person out of sight and into a wall, a car or any other hidden place before the Gene Father's so-called "attendant" but actual owner noticed it.

"Don't worry!" he announced to a room full of Iron Warriors. "We have to take it one step at a time! Sooner or later we will get the permission and time to take care of our father!"

"How long will this take?" A man with pale blond hair, almost white, and expensive clothes muttered, "This shabby little apartment is totally unbecoming of the Primarch. Why don't we just take the money..."

"Shut up! How dare you insult the Primarch like this!"

"Wait! Don't start fighting again! The hospital here will check the wounds and call the police..."

————I never thought that the Iron Warriors would be as noisy as those brats in the Wolf Fang Fort.

Leman Russ, another new neighbor that Perturabo didn't know about yet, left the doorway, sat on his soft, thick mattress and began to think about his current situation and the situation here.

(End of this chapter)