Input invalid' Machine Spirit, so an AI at this level found some kind of religious guidance like a being of the flesh is not a far-fetch possibility. In the end, I'm not surprised by this revelation for sure. From all of the evidence gathered, it's heavily implied that the AI revered the Fortress as its personal deity with great respect than just mere curiosity.Īt best you could say that what UR-025 has done is basically the equivalent to 'Notice me, Senpai'. Seeing the Blackstone Fortress as a kindred being doesn't mean anything about a fair relationship between two friends or family here. However, at the same time, it also doesn't oppose with my statement that 'UR-025 may worship the Blackstone Fortress' viewpoint. So as you have stated, 'lonely ancient AI getting angry at Chaos losers blindly trying to anal probe an intellect it feels a sense of kinship with' doesn't contradict with your viewpoint. Yes, it's even acknowledged in the short story that UR-025 does sees the Fortress as a kindred being due to the sentience aspect that it possessed and longed to communicate with it. It clenched its power claw, amused and disturbed by the thought in equal measure. Of a lady of air and darkness, and a quest given to a warrior. It was reminded of something in its databanks – old stories, from before the dark ages that had swallowed mankind and birthed the Imperium. It wondered if it had been guided here by the fortress to rectify this… whatever this was. UR-025 felt a welling in its silicate soul – a repulsion greater than it had ever felt before. It did not draw strength from powercells, but from an oscillating mechanism lubricated with what scans revealed to be organic by-product – blood, mostly, but other substances as well. It was not truly artificial, but more akin to a twisted alembic, filled with an unknown excrescence. Spikes in the frequency, like demented laughter.
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He could detect lines of false code within its data-stream – pulses that should not be there. A mockery of life, dredged up from some sub-dimensional abattoir. It was not a true intelligence, but something else. As its blade-limbs scored the blackstone, so too did its mental imprint mark the data-stream. It had encountered intelligences akin to itself before. I simply said that UR-025 has one heck of an ego, that's all. If I have the strength to smash tanks to pieces with my fist, laugh at artillery fire, and possessed the brain of a supercomputer while normal people basically bow to me whenever they see me, I would have one heck of an ego too.Īll in all, how they end up with their ego is the main core is not related to my original statement. But nevertheless, their ego is understandable based on their biology and how most people around them view that biological aspect. We saw that a lot from other Astartes, like Grael Noctua who is so freaking arrogant and looks down on humans that he let a woman shoot him with a Volkite weapon at close range in the Vengeful Spirit novel and nearly died for that.Īgain, that rarely ends up well but foreshadowing and insights are something most Primarch lack so can't blame them for that. Kindle Edition.Ĭlick to shrink.That's true, but it still makes sense that the ego came from their superiority complex (even for a bitch boy like Lorgar when we compared him to a mortal). Vaults of Obsidian (Warhammer 40,000) (p. Hinks, Darius Reynolds, Josh Parrott, Thomas Sterns, J C Wolf, Nicholas Flowers, Denny Kyme, Nick Haley, Guy Annandale, David.
Or simple acknowledgement of a quest fulfilled. But perhaps there was something in that hum – a pulse of gratitude, maybe. There was no reply, save the distant hum of unseen mechanisms. It wondered if its efforts had pleased the ancient intelligence. It wondered if the fortress was watching. UR-025 paused, surveying the growing conflagration, the destruction it had wrought. Once it had returned to the gallery, it would destroy the shunt-line as well. It had observed the code Abominatus used to control the maglev. Only when it was sure that the fortress could reabsorb the chamber did it make to depart. When it was certain the daemon-engine was inert, it turned its weapon on the stabilising units that bound the workshop in place. Then, it fired into the wretched frame, obliterating the thing that squealed and thrashed there. UR-025 crushed Abominatus' head, and whatever spark of hellish animus it possessed.
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