Surrounded by such things, every second is torture.
What's more, he is still fully armed.
These Apologists were armed with huge pistols with gleaming barrels, long iron staffs with bronze and silver gears spinning on top, and a piece of parchment hanging from them that kept spinning in the dusty air of the cold cabin.
swing.
There was a four-by-four square on the parchment, with a set of numbers written in it, and Lovelace quickly figured out that the sum of the numbers in any row would be the same, no matter how they were combined - vertically.
, horizontal or diagonal.
Not only that, each quadrant, the four squares in the center, the corner squares and many other combinations add up to the same total.
"Thirty-four."
She repeated it again.
"Always thirty-four."
The design was so familiar to her that Lovelace knew she must have seen information about it before.
As soon as she recalled where she had seen it, the answer popped into her mind.
"Melancholia."
Lovelace nodded toward the parchment.
"what did you say?"
The Apologist asked. His voice was still human, but it echoed under his bronze mask along with a harsh sound of metal grinding. Lovelace was immediately startled by the other party's response.
"The symbol on your parchment comes from an engraving that I saw in a book I copied two years ago."
"Two years ago? You still remember it?"
"Yes."
Lovelace nodded hesitantly.
"I'm very good at remembering what I've read and not forgetting it."
"This is the symbol of our master."
"It comes from a work by an old master."
Lovelace said that when she said these words, her eyes began to become dull, and it seemed more like she was mumbling to herself.
"It's quite ancient, but everything we copied in the hall at that time that didn't come from the exploration fleet was very old."
A picture appeared in her mind. There was a man in the picture. He looked very frustrated, as if he was angry because he was unable to invent anything ingenious.
Surrounded by various equipment, several weight scales, an hourglass and a hammer, his demeanor showed that he was very unhappy and seemed unable to transform his inspiration into reality.
While Lovelace was telling the story, the apologists exchanged glances with each other, and each one tightened his grip on his cane.
She noticed their movements and her voice gradually became weaker.
"What's wrong?"
An apologist unlocked the magnetic lock holding him to the deck and walked toward Lovelace.
His sudden move startled her, and she backed away in panic, then sat down on the floor.
The apologist walked toward her step by step, his eyes hidden in the tattered hood radiating dazzling green light.
"I'm starting to understand why we were sent to bring you here."
"Really? Then why were you sent to catch me? Me?"
"Yes, Ada Lovelace, Avila No. 12 was sent to take you there."
"Elvira No. 12?"
"This is our name."
"What? All of you?"
"All of us, every one of us, all are the same."
"Okay, but why were you sent to take me away?"
"We have been sent to bring you back before your execution."
"Execution?"
Lovelace screamed.
"for what?"
"Your supervisor has invoked the Law of Divine Complexity, and any individual accused of this law will be severely punished."
Lovelace thought for a while, her eyes rolling back and forth under her long eyelashes, and then recalled what the law involved.
"Let me see, that law says that the construction and working of every machine has been ordained by the God of Machines, and therefore it is sacred, so changing it is... oh!"
"Do you understand now why we are here?"
"It's not complete yet. Anyway, what do you want to do to me? I'm just a scribe in a pile of old papers. I'm just a nobody."
The Apologist shook his head, raised a fist, and placed it on the silver and bronze gear at the top of his staff.
"You are more important than you think, Ada Lovelace, and you will know more when you meet my lord, High Technician Rom Hachet."
"Where is he?"
"Naisen Four."
As the apologist spoke, he raised his cane and touched an opaque panel on the shuddering hull.
A flash of light emitted, and the panel began to change, gradually becoming more and more translucent, until it finally became completely transparent.
When the change was complete, Ada Lovelace held her breath in amazement at the sight that unfolded before her eyes, her face immersed in the screen's fluorescence.
It was a huge metal structure, its surface covered with a red luster. It looked like a giant lying on the track with its limbs stretched out. The statues and turrets on it were bigger than the home Lovelace remembered.
Through some open hatches, broken light pours into the void.
"This is…?"
"An Order of the Adeptus Astartes, headquarters of the Alliance of Tribulation."
The apologist replied firmly:
"Scars of Victory."
Soshyan really didn't expect that after waiting for more than ten days, the "expert" who arrived turned out to be a woman who looked like she might faint at any time.
It's not that he has any prejudice against women, it's just that it's a little different from what he expected.
After all, this person has not undergone any transformation, which means that the other person belongs to a very low-level class in the Mechanicus. However, Zhao Akada's representative said that she is definitely qualified for this job.
Lovelace was also confused. After a bad trip, she was inexplicably brought to an Astartes and asked to serve him.
But this was not the only thing that surprised Soshyan. In fact, when she saw him for the first time, this woman was not as shocked or scared as other mortals.
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This extraordinary courage made Soshyan seem to have a little more confidence in her skills.
"What did you do in the past?"
"A transcriber."
Lovelace answered readily.
It's not that she's not afraid of these imperial supermen. In fact, she almost fainted the moment she stood against them. However, she is a good person who is easy to adapt to the situation.
Since you can't avoid it, you can only accept it calmly.
"Scribe, it is said that you have your own unique attainments in the Meditator System, so why don't you join those more advanced sects and instead become a small transcriber?"
At that time, Lovelace's answer to Soshyan was very surprising.
"Because I think about my appearance."
The female technician raised her gray face and said to Soshyan in a very affirmative tone:
"As far as I know, the sage in charge of our library is exactly three meters tall when she is fully extended. The body she wears for profit is a monster-like thing, with another half of it behind the pelvis connected to her back.
Long, because it is taller than the clutch that drives its mechanical legs, her lensed helmet face wraps around the front of a skull that is three times the size of a standard human head.
, the weight increased twelve times, and a round crown grew from her occipital bone. It consisted of a data array, a short-range transmitter, a universal link, a sensor group, a diviner, a communication grammar parser, and a thinking diverter.
And other common equipment components that are as complex as the void ship's sensor suite."
When talking about the sage to whom she belongs, Lovelace betrays a sense of disgust.
"Given her willfully forgotten origins, her lensed second face was molded into the shape of a mask—a well-proportioned human female face, her beauty so technically calculated that her gentle
The eyes and lips were tightly closed, and a trace of cynicism was imprinted on the mouth."
"Isn't this your teaching? It's closer to the mechanical spirit."
"Doctrine only allows us to understand machinery, not to become machinery. If we want to understand machinery, we must first be human beings, and secondly be believers. But she has no trace of humanity left, and even if she still has physical elements in her body,
They are also sealed within her armor, never to be revealed... The Sages are obsessed with replacement, some say this practice is a tribute to the Omnissiah, but I secretly think it is very unhealthy
.”
When she took the drink from the servitor, it smelled more like crude oil than anything else.
"She could no longer be called human, not anymore. Any anatomical resemblance to a normal human body was gone."
After hearing this, Soshyan realized that he was indeed a weirdo when he took over.
"So the reason why you don't do it is just because you think it's unsightly?"
"Yeah, after all, I'm still so young."
Although it was only a brief exchange, Soshyan saw some very unusual qualities in Lovelace - bold, independent, and happy-go-lucky.
Maybe she really is the "answer".
"Then... just give it a try. We need a new main control system for the Thinker Array."