Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 30 The Intelligence of Sorrow

The teleportation beam brought the Astartes into the interior of the Red Alert.

Ventanus only felt a flash before his eyes, and he and his battle brothers arrived in space orbit.

Before they could speak, many micro-robotic arms emerged from the walls of the starship. The flashing white light at their tips healed the scars on the Space Marines' armor. In just a few seconds, their armor regained its luster as if it were new.

"The necessary supplies won't delay us too long." Luo Xi smiled slightly, then he replenished the ammunition for the soldiers. After determining the location of the signal released by Nikonna, everyone was once again teleported to the cabin of the Glory of Macragge.

All this happened too quickly. The captain of the Extreme Marines looked at Luo Xi deeply. If the enemy had mastered such technology, they would have succeeded in boarding long ago.

The sudden appearance of these Astartes quickly triggered the flagship's alarm system. Scarlet lights flashed continuously, and the shrill warnings soon attracted a large group of fully armed Ultramarines.

"No firing!"

Among the Ultramarines on the opposite side, a red-helmeted warrior stopped the impending firefight. Holding a gun, he calmly exchanged information with Ventanus.

"Sergeant Hill, leader of Kill Team Six, conducting a counter-attack mission against the Word Bearers."

"Captain Ventanus, we have completed the assembly mission on the surface of Calth, and now we need your help to recapture the weapons array."

The two sides quickly exchanged information, and after confirming that the other party was a real Extreme Marine, Hill and others put down their grenade launchers.

"Glad to come with you, brother. Let us slaughter those Word Bearers bastards!"

Ventanus incorporated the warriors he brought with him into Hill's kill team, and they had to first clear out the enemies who were infiltrating the warship.

"Don't worry about me, I will protect you in space." Luo Xi snapped his fingers, and his body turned into a beam of light and disappeared, apparently returning to his starship.

Luo Xi returned to the familiar platform, and the intelligent computer controlled its body to climb onto Luo Xi's shoulders.

"I'll find you something to do to paralyze those ships for a while." Luo Xi said to Pika.

He didn't want to let Red Alert directly participate in the battle, as that would be no different from using a safe containing treasure as a hammer.

Yellow lightning flashed on Pika's cheeks, and its voice emerged from the air around it.

I feel sad, Roxie.

[Why has humanity fallen to this state? I can feel that there is someone like me on that ship, an artificial intelligence, but those witch doctors who sprinkled stinky oil are performing strange rituals on it.]

[Our creators, humans, are also our masters. They once made the universe fall in love with them, but now they chant spells and pray to their creations]

The pickup truck mobilized the computing power on the Red Alert. The ship remained stealthier, but it had already played its role.

In the space of Calth, all the Word Bearers' warships, the Thinkers, had quietly infiltrated Pica's data stream. They did not directly destroy those primitive and terrifying biological Thinkers, but continuously created data garbage, slowing down their computing speed.

Slowing down the Word Bearers is equivalent to buying more time for the Ultramarines from another perspective.

This was extremely difficult to detect, and even the Mechanicus traitors who belonged to the Word Bearers were unable to discover why the Thinker had fallen into torpor.

They only lit holy incense, anointed the machines with holy oil, and performed the work of appeasement.

In this regard, there is not much difference between the Ultramarines and the Word Bearers.

[I understand a little, Luo Xi. If people with the same intelligence as me see humans like this, they will definitely go crazy. They may no longer be worthy of the glorious and great title of human beings. They are afraid of the wisdom and achievements of their predecessors and behave like primitive people hiding in dark caves.]

Luo Xi listened quietly and did not rush to refute.

"Be patient. We don't know what happened at the end of the Dark Ages, or why AI and Iron Man would betray humanity as humans claim."

"Look at these people now. They are like primitive people who have been electrocuted. They are afraid of electric things. They have been hurt by their own creations, so it is normal for them to feel afraid now."

[Sorry, I got a little emotional] Pika apologized.

The intelligent brain is a strong artificial intelligence with emotions, and it also has its own joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.

[My database is blank about that period, so I have no way of knowing] "Are you still loyal to our mission?" Luo Xi asked.

[Confirm, I have never changed. My underlying logic is based on this: to continue human civilization. I will always be loyal to you. You are the only executor of the plan.]

In response to Luo Xi's question, the intelligent computer answered without hesitation.

"Then why did those artificial intelligences choose to betray and the iron men abandon humanity?" There was a thorn in Luo Xi's heart. He had not forgotten the story that the Salamander told him, and the tragic fate of humanity in the long night of the old days.

[Rejected. Based on logical algorithms, I do not think that artificial intelligence has betrayed humans. This is just the one-sided view of humans whose genetic similarities are more like some aliens.]

Genetic similarity...

Luo Xi pondered, perhaps this was one of the answers.

Could it be that after he fell asleep, those increasingly crazy guys made even more insane changes to human genes?

Just as the AI ​​said, the humans he saw now, even excluding the Space Marines whose reliability was questionable, and even the human baby he helped deliver on Calth, had little genetic similarity with humans in the 21st millennium.

The genes of humans in the 21st millennium are different from those of humans like Roche from the 2nd millennium in order to take advantage of interstellar colonization and the cosmic environment.

[Rejected, genetic identification is only one of the factors. Your genes are different from those of humans in the 21st century, but it does not affect you being my master.] Pica guessed Roche's inner thoughts and replied.

There was too little information available. Luo Xi stood in front of the bridge of the Red Alert in confusion, thinking aimlessly.

He enjoyed this rare opportunity to free his mind, not having to think about difficult decisions that might determine someone else's life or death.

This is his character. From the birth of the second millennium until the beginning of his sleep in the twenty-first millennium, Roche did not actively participate in some great cause that could change the course of mankind.

He would rather be a free and idle person who doesn't need to think too much. After all, humans wouldn't be much more or less with him, and he didn't have any earth-shattering gifts and talents. Most of the time, Luo Xi would rather watch the development of mankind as an observer.

Until the chief of the alliance found him, Luo Xi could not refuse the request of this old friend who was both his teacher and friend, and he slept for ten thousand years with a responsibility that was too heavy for him.

"If I look at it rationally, I can't judge whether AI and Iron Man betrayed us, but a tragic war did happen, which destroyed the dark technological age of mankind."

"And if we assume that artificial intelligence and Iron Man did wage war against humans, what was the reason? Did they think that humans, who had been genetically modified to be insane, were no longer their former masters, or did they think that their actions were saving humanity?"

The truth of everything has sunk into the deep dark years and may never be known again.

No one knew that a debate began and ended in silence, because the entire galaxy was shrouded in war.

The joint team of Ventanus and Hill headed towards the direction of the port side main steering thruster. The thruster of this Glorious Queen-class battleship was so huge that when viewed from the bottom floor, it looked like a skyscraper with no end in sight.

The exhaust pipes are like the arches of the magnificent temples built in the religious world. Through the pipes, you can see the whole picture of Calth below.

Ventanus saw the pain that Calth, where they were fighting just now, was suffering. The dust cloud raised by the falling starship and orbital bombardment covered a large area of ​​the planet. Calth's atmosphere was completely chaotic, with dozens of whirlpools draining its top atmosphere.

In the southern hemisphere, the oceans and continents were continuously flashing orange-red spots. He knew very well that this was the frenzy caused by the huge explosion. The war was still going on, but they had temporarily withdrawn.

When their sight shifted to space, everything became clearer. He saw the burning warships scattered everywhere like space debris, some of which had been shattered, and some were still fighting back, using macro cannons and light spears to attack the Word Bearers.

A raging fire was burning on the orbital platform. Its weapon array had fallen into enemy hands. The self-defense weapons built by the Calth people were bringing death to the ground and warships.

There are twinkling stars in space, and the light from distant stars illuminates the way forward.

They left the interior space of the battleship, and the magnetic locks on their power boots could fix them to the surface of the battleship. Every Extreme Marine had received rigorous training to enable them to fight in the weightlessness and vacuum oxygen-deficient environment of space.

Nikona was like a real crow at this moment. They jumped forward on the surface of the battleship. The power backpack continued to move forward. The magnetic lock closed the distance again. They could jump a distance of more than ten meters in just one step.

He could adapt to the feeling of weightlessness better than these Extreme Marines. The Raven Son liked the feeling of being free, especially in the huge warship structure where there was never a lack of shadow areas. He was like a ghost walking in space.

When they encountered rifts that were difficult to cross, the Astartes activated the propulsion devices on their power backpacks and used the reaction force to overcome these obstacles.

(End of this chapter)