As soon as the meeting of the Suffering Alliance ended, an accident happened.
Before Soshyan could contact him, the Mechanicum organizations from the three Forge Worlds in the Storm Star Territory suddenly came after smelling the "smell".
Because I don’t know when a rumor appeared that in the star fort captured by the Suffering Alliance, there was a technological product from the Dark Ages, and it was extremely valuable.
So a month after the Star Fortress was towed back to the orbit of Nessen 4, representatives from the forge worlds Griffin 4, Grea, and Zhao Akada all came to Nessun 4, and they all asked to meet the legend.
"Black Technology" in .
But Soshyan was in trouble.
He didn't know who spread this rumor, but there was no doubt that his intentions were extremely sinister, and he might even be looking for the key fragment of the Book of All Mysteries.
And the people who spread the rumors are very smart. If they directly say that there are key fragments of the Book of All Machines, they will probably be regarded as nonsense and not be taken seriously. But if they say that there is black technology, then most of the Mechanic Cultists will believe it.
After all, there is precedent for this kind of thing, and there are many examples.
But the question is, where does Soshyan have this thing?
But the more he explained, the less convinced the Mechanicus Cultists were. Representatives of Griffin IV even directly accused Soshyan of not telling the truth, because his emotion sensing instrument scanned Soshyan's brain waves, which were obviously abnormal.
is lying.
Knowing that the other party was actually scanning him, Soshyan was so angry that he almost threw the guy into space - he might have actually done this if Saul hadn't stopped him.
After being stalked by the Mechanicus cultists for several days, Soshyan had no choice but to bring out several of Dietrian's inventions, pretending to be "black technology" in the Star Castle.
When the representatives of the Mechanicus saw that it was a piece of technological heresy, their interest immediately dropped, but they still checked it carefully and determined that some of it did belong to some kind of unique technology.
However, out of principle, they could not recycle the heretical technology, as that would only give people clues, and they could only urge Soshyan to destroy those heretical technologies.
But since he had come, Soshiyang naturally would not let go of this opportunity, and he informed the three forging worlds of his ideas.
Signing a contract with a Space Marine Alliance attracted their attention again.
However, because the matter involved a serious matter and their own authority was not high enough, they could only send the news back to their headquarters and wait for the sages' decision or a higher-level envoy to come to discuss it.
But while waiting, there was a little hiccup.
Representatives of Zhao Akada secretly approached Soshyan, hoping to recover the core technology of those "slightly heretical" cores.
Although Soshiyang was a little surprised, he did not accuse the other party out of the so-called sense of justice. After all, everyone knew some things well. It is difficult for a truly upright forging world to survive until now. Every company has several shady housekeepers.
ability.
But he also made his own demands.
The machine soul of Star Castle is being purified, but the main control system and cogitator array need to be replaced. He hopes that Zhao Akada can help restore this part.
Representatives of Zhao Akada immediately agreed to the request and informed Soshyan that professional personnel and supplies would arrive soon.
Although he didn't know who the professional the other party was talking about was, Soshyan was still looking forward to it, because the technology priests he had on hand were not the most professional in the field of meditators, and most of them preferred various combat systems.
However, what he could not guess was that what was coming was someone——
"Damn, I feel like I'm going to turn into a moldy bread machine."
Six Adeptus Mechanicus defenders wrapped in faded and ragged rust-red robes stood motionless in front of her, as if they were looking down at the thousands of scribes below in the vast scribe hall of the Technical Archives Department.
Those statues of sages are like that.
Their iron boots were locked securely into containment slots on the starship's deck, and she had to hold on to a metal support to avoid banging her head against the ship's hull or falling over as the starship took off.
land.
The interior space of the starship is simple and unpretentious, enhancing practicality as much as possible. Its design does not contain any unnecessary decoration or aesthetic elements to please the eyes, perfectly demonstrating the characteristics of the organization to which it belongs.
Ada Lovelace ran a hand through her cropped blond hair, the dirt and grease clinging to it making her long for her weekly bath in the sink stall.
However, she had a feeling that the cleanliness she longed for was the furthest thing from the minds of those apologists.
When they brought her out of the cell beneath the library, not one of them said another word except to confirm her name.
As for the reason for her imprisonment, it was because her superiors discovered that she had improved the inner workings of the cogitator computer, and the technical director subsequently removed Loveley from the system amid a violent and angry cacophony of brain static emanating from the speakers.
Si was dragged from the work line.
Being locked in total darkness for seven days almost broke her.
She remembered how she had shrunk when the door to the cell finally opened, revealing the bronze death masks of the Apologists, the gleaming staffs in their hands, and the unforgiving look in their eyes.
A ball.
Her blurted protests at their sudden intrusion ceased immediately after the Apologists invited the Tech Director to scan the biometric security codes stored in their staffs.
She was very afraid of these Apologists, and later she felt that she should be afraid of them. Their masters specially designed them to look like this: enlarged size, limbs transformed into weapons and green light shining behind the bronze skull mask,
Unblinking eyes.
Soon, she was pulled out of the cell and dragged through the echoing scriptorium, which she had been working in for the past few years.
Thousands of burqa-clad scribes, draftsmen, administrators and form stampers filled the scriptorium.
As she was led to the archway that led to the world beyond, she realized that she would be sad to be separated from the knowledge here.
She won't miss the people here because she has no friends or colleagues here.
None of the pale-skinned journeymen looked up from their monotonous tasks, the sea-green fluorescent glow of their brooding computers and the flickering glow of the globe lights floating in the dusty air.
Covering up their withered and lifeless faces.
Such a state of affairs was unheard of for Ada Lovelace, who was always amazed that her fellow scribes had no idea of the glory of their work.