A Galaxy of Rust (Celestial Forge / 40K Pseudo SI)
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Brimstone
Tends To Stay At Rest
So Glowstone has anathema properties against warpfuckery. The warp is constantly going "LET ME IIIIIIIIN" because you're a psyker.
As Glowstone is used in potions (which are consumed) and grants a change to them, that would imply that:
-Glowstone can be consumed, perhaps safely or perhaps just up to a certain dose
-Glowstone, by itself, has some kind of property when ingested
Time to mix your two favorite workshop materials and start sipping them like you're the Courier and they're your trusty vault 13 canteen.
As Glowstone is used in potions (which are consumed) and grants a change to them, that would imply that:
-Glowstone can be consumed, perhaps safely or perhaps just up to a certain dose
-Glowstone, by itself, has some kind of property when ingested
Time to mix your two favorite workshop materials and start sipping them like you're the Courier and they're your trusty vault 13 canteen.
Roboute Guilliman would agree with you as he would then become stuck doing busywork of trying to unscrew the massive mess that is the Adeptus Administratum even with his incredible skills with bureaucracy and logistics he's very good at.
Arimai
Curmudgeon
Glowstone can infuse into anything by adding it to a kiln while melting metal. Mixing it in alchemy or hammering it into wood or glass
Arimai
Curmudgeon
He won't have time if he were that limited. He's already on a clock now that he's been turned into a psyker, with a powerful potential one at that.
Glowstone rounds for bolters...
That'd be utterly wasteful. He does has a rather limited weekly renewing stock of it. At the moment, a set of defense gear or items of protection. Maybe a few items to ward his home.
He doesn't have a way to generate a real unlimited amount of the stuff.
To be fair, I thought about that as well, but he'd likely use it all up in the first second while missing his targets. You wouldn't want to be close enough to use a sword or ax, but anyone using one would be far less likely to miss.
Protective charms/amulets, and jewelry. Sadly, he doesn't have the perks for that yet.
At the moment, he'd be doing well making two big boxes and putting the glow stone dust in one and his distilled water in the other. Maybe make a bucket as well.
Oh, a water gun. Maybe a supersoaker? He could make unlimited holy water and in theory, that should be safe enough for the hive's automated systems to handle if he goes wild with it.
If he ends up flooding an entire floor with effective blessed holy water that might start getting attention.
MangoFlan
Cold... I feel cold...
My first thought with glowstone is making lenses. I'm not sure whether or not its anathema properties would then translate into purifying lasers. Otherwise, the only other thought I had was fashioning it into charms. You could probably fashion "instant torches" or "fancy lighters" with the wands and staves, and if the veneer is made right, it wouldn't appear supernatural.
The problem with Minecraft potions is that they're made in brewing stands which requires blaze powder. It is unclear what role blaze powder has in the brewing process; perhaps it serves as fuel, evenly heating the mixture; perhaps it serves as a catalyst causing the brewing process. It also dabbles with souls considering the primary ingredient in brewing is nether wart which is grown on soul sand.
The problem with Minecraft potions is that they're made in brewing stands which requires blaze powder. It is unclear what role blaze powder has in the brewing process; perhaps it serves as fuel, evenly heating the mixture; perhaps it serves as a catalyst causing the brewing process. It also dabbles with souls considering the primary ingredient in brewing is nether wart which is grown on soul sand.
So, rather than lenses, you would probably get much better use by making the lasing elements with glow stone. Glow stone is fundamentally a light emitting material so modding his laspistol with it would probably be a great idea. It's even something he can do _right now_ given his XCOM perk.
Something g he might consider is just making some copper wire with the stuff mixed in and lining a sleep mask with it. That would give him a way to sleep without worries and wire is pretty easy to make. Alternatively, just making a dream catcher with glow stone in it would be fairly simple to do if he can get a circle of some material and thread or thread substitute.
so we know Glowstone is a source of Emperor-juice. And the Big E is daemon-repellent. So, could tattoos made from Glowstone protect Eric's soul somewhat?
The ultimate pocket sand technique
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Yeah... there's some terminology mix-up going on here. Ordo's are (entirely arbitrary and theoretically unlimited) sub committees of Inquisitors formed for...whatever purpose. Adeptus X is the format used to distinguish the different pillars of Imperial organization. I'm not sure you could call them different Adepti or something like that without specifying which one though. I don't know latin, and neither does Games Workshop. Probably best to just stick to calling them a 'branch of the Imperium'.
Here's an informative, but lengthy, rant about the modern Imperial Inquisition. With only moderate sarcasm.
Edit: Ah, yeah, I've seen it mentioned elsewhere...but shouldn't the Dr. Shen reverse engineering perk be an Xcom one, not Endless Space? How'd those two even get mixed up.
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- Germany
We can definitely imagine ROB laughing constantly
Why have the Forge only to stay in the Warehouse all day?
I am loving all the creative ideas! Few things: -Glowstone, well, glows. Carrying around large block of Anathema power would probably be noticed
- He currently has 500g of it, once a week until he manages to built ammunition out of it...and then catches it safely
- He currently has no real tools to work mystical materials like that, except perhaps direct magic from another universe altogether
Woops, guess I got fandom and canon mixed up. I can't find an Adeptus Inquisitoris or something. Is it just "the Inquisition"?
Seems to be. Or rather, for all the
Arimai
Curmudgeon
It's just the Imperial Inquisition. Which oversees the various specialist subordinate divisions such as the Ordo Malleus.
Chapter 7 - Lab Time
- Location
- Germany
I sealed up the Forge again and made my way back outside. I was hungry and had no doubt there was enough to do in Gilgax's little base for a 'Fixer' like me.
Finding food was easy; you followed the smells. Unlike the Underwasters... -tees?... Gilgax's people actually cooked. There was a sort of company cafeteria that served food. I asked a random guy who did not seem too busy and he told me basic fare was free, fancy stuff cost extra and that the kitchen was open all day. He also mentioned that it was considered extremely bad form to start fights here. There were bars for that around here. Good to know.
The cafeteria was just a section of a warehouse with chairs and tables and one long line of buffet, in a way. Men and women cooked in the open and kept everything warm in large pots or pans or whatever. There were even trays of slightly shaped metal and I took one and stood in line.
The Forge made a connection as I waited and it was a decidedly odd one. It was called "My Watch Doesn't Tell Time" and came from something called Honkai Impact Third. No idea what that was, but the name indicated anime. The perk basically meant, the less something does what it was designed to do, the more stuff I can fit into it and the better that stuff worked.
It seemed to be meant for spy gadgets? Like a watch that can't tell time but can unfold into a rocket launcher. There was also both a lower and upper size limit to it. I couldn't build a grain silo that would become a Swiss Army tool hyper-warship. It had to be things small enough to be carried on a person and that could only store or transform so much till the power just broke down.
"Hey, move it." someone said behind me and I shuffled forward awkwardly.
"Sorry." I said over my shoulder.
And then did a slight double-take. The guy behind me was ripped, showing off his muscles proudly in a sort of ratty tank top. His face was nice too, with a strong jawline. Huh. Guess that answered another question.
I turned back to the front, processing that latest revelation. The people in the Wastes had been very skinny, to say the least. Malnourished would be the better term. These Uppers, or Low Hivers, I guess, had more meat on their bones. Enough for visible secondary sexual characteristics at least. Guess that's why I didn't notice before.
I hastily and guiltily squashed the thought of building myself a nice-looking man as soon as I could. No, bad Eric. No abusing your power like that.
Actually, so far I had mostly reacted and done alright, I think. But as my power and options grew, I would need to be on the lookout not to abuse my abilities. With or without Prime Annihilator, corruption was an issue.
I reached the food selection. "You the new Fixer?" Surprised, I nodded at the cook. "Newbies get their first meal for free, you can choose what you like."
"Oh. Thanks." Free food for the newbie, eh? That, plus the accommodations and the extra rations he had handed out after the battle… Gilgax knew how to motivate his people, at least.
I had no idea what most of the food on offer was, so I just selected a bit of everything to try things out. The answer to my hesitant question about where the meat came from was just a confused "from the tanks?". So, bio-reactor meat. I wondered if these people even knew the connection between animals and meat, or if it was just another food offering that came from a machine.
The meat wasn't actually that much more expensive than the vegetables. The real premium product was fruits. And those that really wanted to splurge went for a glass of fruit juice. So I did that.
A sip told me it was kinda... mango-y? Pretty good, actually.
I felt an odd deja-vu when I looked around for a table to sit at afterward. A half gone memory of eating in cafeterias before. I just settled at one with only a few guys and asked if I could sit. Most had their mouths too full to answer, but they waved at the empty chair and I began to enjoy my meal. Well, parts of it.
Quite a lot of it was tasty, if bland. Spices were rare, it would seem. There was also no extra salt on the table or anything. You got what you got. Thankfully, nothing was overly spicy. I never understood why people enjoyed pain sensations in their mouths. I paused. Had I really always thought that? Or was that just something I was thinking now, in reaction to the food?
I huffed. Memory loss was frustrating as shit.
After the surprisingly good meal, I went in search of the workshop area. A few quick questions pointed me the way. Like most things here, it seemed to have been built into one of the large storage areas that originally must have been used for transporting goods.
In there, I found a guy hammering on something and cursing. Sadly, it was not another hot dude, but a scraggly fella with slightly curly hair in a light brown tone. Like all the men I had seen so far in the Upper Hive, he was clean-shaven. Or was it that the men here did not grow beards? Was missing facial hair in a population a ground for Exterminatus?
"What?" he barked when he saw me watching him.
"Uh. You are missing one holding pin."
He stared at the feedline bracket he had been trying to pry open by force. "What, where?"
I picked up a tiny screwdriver, gently pried the pin out and popped the bracket open by hand.
He scowled at it.
"This is for a turbine engine, isn't it?" I asked him. "I did not know Gilgax has his own rides. Is there enough space in the Hive for that?"
"No." he told me curtly and began to get the tools needed to unclog the now accessible oil feedline. "The guards have to patrol the wastes sometimes. The smog is murder on the engines, so they always look to buy some cheap."
I blinked. "Wait, what? They go out there? And why would you use an ice out there and not fusion or just battery?"
He frowned with beady eyes at me. "A what?"
"You know, internal combustion engine?"
"Ah. Asked the same thing. Way I heard it, they are made by a noble house. And they sit on the procurement committee."
I snorted. The more things change... "Got it. So, want me to help you or…?"
"You can do whatever you want, as long as you don't bother me." he said curtly, shoving me out of the way as he walked past. Wow, rude much?
Okay, whatever. There was plenty of stuff lying around to be fixed.
I went over to another work table and as I did, the Forge reached out again and missed a large mote in the Alchemy Constellation. Heh. Maybe it felt challenged?
I more or less took one of the broken things waiting to be repaired at random and began to hunt for tools.
Most of the stuff fell into two basic categories: harmless civilian devices—AC heat exchangers, water filters, an actual toaster (I thought about keeping that one, just for fun)—or the exact opposite: weapons.
Most of the fixes were trivial as well. Broken cables, worn-out screws, electric shorts. In one memorable case, a bug had crawled inside a lasgun that was missing part of its casing and tripped a safety mechanism.
I couldn't repair everything; sometimes the necessary parts were just missing. Other stuff I had to put into a 'maybe' pile; I would need to ask someone what I could strip for spare parts. The last parts were simply trash. Burned-out components, heat warping, or stuff so old it had simply worn out.
Other guy, whose name I actually didn't know, kept eyeing me as I worked. I tried making conversation several times.
"So, you've been here long with Gilgax?"
"Long enough."
"Tell me something about the Hive."
"It's big. If you haven't lived here, you won't get it."
"Got any favorite...what sport do people play around here?"
"Totinko. Not a fan."
All with a surly face and clipped tone. Okay then. No one can say I can't take a hint.
A few hours later, Gilgax walked in. "Ah, there you are. Hard at work, I see."
"Got to earn my keep." I told him. He was eyeing my small pile of repaired things and Unnamed Guy, who was still on the same engine. The man scowled and did not meet his eyes.
"Those are all repaired?" he asked and pointed at my 'can't be repaired without unreasonable effort' pile.
"No, those are essentially write-offs. That pile is the repaired one. That pile is the one that could be repaired if I cannibalized other machines for them. But I did not want to start taking apart machines without asking someone first."
He cast another look at my work and at the unnamed Fixer.
"I trust your judgment in this." he told me and the unnamed Fixer immediately shot up in indignation.
"But…!"
"Kral, check his work, see if it really does work. But don't stop him." Gilgax ordered firmly, staring into the now-named Kral's (Were long names that rare, or was it all just nicknames?) eyes and the man cowed immediately. Scowling, but he did.
Gilgax nodded and turned to leave, but I needed to use this opportunity.
"Actually... do you maybe have something... more challenging for me?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "Fixing things is fun, but it's not really helping me get my memories back. Sometimes it's almost... familiar, but... maybe if I had something else?" I shrugged helplessly and did not even have to fake much. It was already clear this was not working. Over the past two hours, my charge build-up had slowed to a crawl. Whatever the exact criteria were, these repairs were obviously not challenging enough to do much. I really hoped the criteria weren't 'don't have fun' because I did enjoy these repair jobs.
"It's perhaps a bit early to challenge yourself like that, yes? Maybe just take it slow for a few days?"
And make you a fortune in the process. "My goal still is to regain my memories somehow. And it seems I know technology. If I work on something that challenges me, maybe…"
"Hm." Gilgax once again looked over my piles. "Kral, assume it all works, how much is what he did worth?"
"A few hundred, maybe a thousand total." Kral grumbled and Gilgax's eyes shone with greed for a moment.
"I think... we may have a few things that might be worth a look."
"But…!"
"Thank you, Kral. We won't bother you anymore."
Kral shot me a hate-filled look. I felt sorry for him, I really did. A complete stranger muscled in on his territory and seemingly effortlessly beat him in his own speciality. But I had a galaxy to save and an unknown amount of time. I needed to advance and the feelings of one lone man... Common sense tingling. No need to make enemies. Maybe I should try to make it up to him.
"Maybe Kral can accompany us?"
"I don't need your pity." the man spat, his face turning red in rage and returned to his engine. I winced. Or maybe not.
Gilgax shot me a look. I grabbed one of the toolboxes and we left in silence. We crossed the expanse of interconnected warehouses, going to one tucked away in a corner.
"I didn't mean…" I began.
"Don't worry about him." Gilgax interrupted me. "Seriously, don't. He was always aggressive; this is just more of the same. He will get over it."
Really not sure about that, but I couldn't afford to waste much energy on it. We came to a locked door which Gilgax opened with a code. It was seventeen numbers long, so he did not bother to hide it. Something told me I would remember it anyway if necessary.
Then came another door. This time Gilgax used a key.
The third locked door took another code and the one beyond that another. I also noted the badly concealed explosives all around. Whoever came this far and got it wrong was in for a nasty surprise.
Beyond that was a smaller storage area filled with..."Damn." I blurted out.
Heavy Bolters in racks, a few with visible damage where munitions blew up. That one was a twin-linked lascannon, a barrel missing. Most of a Lehman Russ. Carapace armor, half melted away and partially disassembled. Machinery from an Apothecarium, a Planetary Guard one. The drug maker showed signs of having been used. A food processor. Portable fusion...sorry, plasma reactors. And locked crates filled with who knew what else.
"What the he... heck?" Better not take any risks with cursing around here. "Where did you get all this???"
"Most of it is just salvage, believe it or not." Gilgax told me with a smirk. "You wouldn't believe what the nobility" he sneered the word "just orders to be tossed away every day. The rest... well, do you really want to know?"
No, no I did not. But this was... this was brilliant. If I could get even half of this working... combined with Butlerian Understanding…
On cue, the Celestial Forge tried to secure another mote. My charge build-up seemed to have spiked. It really seemed that way: complacency, inactivity meant no build-up. Activity, something new and engaging, meant more powers.
In this case, the mote secured was called Maliwan Intern, from Borderlands. That one I heard about at least, a video game. Maliwan Intern gave me knowledge and control over elemental effects, how to generate them using tech. However, there was considerable overlap and synergy with the Starbound Staffs elemental magic. I now knew how to create elemental weapons, magical, technological, or both. From liquid nitrogen rounds enhanced by an ice rune to highly corrosive acid, empowered by the concept of acidity. All of them enhanced by Customized Weapons and fused seamlessly with extragalactic tech.
That clinched it. I would need to work with the staffs, no matter the risk. The potential power synergy when my elemental magic increased was just too useful.
"So what do you think?" Gilgax asked, shaking me out of my internal contemplation. "Can you get it to work?"
I scanned everything with a cursory glance. "Not all." I said immediately. "Some are just missing parts that I'm not sure I can manufacture here." or in my extradimensional garage. "The rest... maybe. I would need to examine them more closely."
"Have fun. But don't overdo it." he said with a paternal smile and a gentle hand on my shoulder. I resisted the urge to shake it off. Getting seriously creepy Obadiah Stane vibes here. Wouldn't want the golden goose to get hurt, do we?
No, this wasn't sustainable. This little cache was great, but squirreling away something meaningful unnoticed would be incredibly difficult. And as much as I loved all the sci-fi tech here, it was seriously missing in manufacturing equipment.
Sooner or later, I would need the Mechanicus. Unless the Forge came through, of course.
"Sure, I will spend a few hours here to check everything and then turn in early maybe." or train with magic in a world filled with corrupted magic, more like.
"Of course." he said warmly. "Just work at your own pace." His smile was warm and caring; it even reached his eyes, not bad.
"Great. But now…" I set the toolbox down and rummaged around it eagerly. "I get to have some fun."
"Fun." Gilgax shook his head and turned to leave.
"Wait." I said, common sense rearing its head. "How do I get out when I'm done?"
"The doors can all be opened from inside." he explained. "Just push that button." he pointed, "and it will open for a minute or so. If you want to transport anything bigger, contact me."
"Got it." I gave him a thumbs up, which seemed to confuse him and he left.
Leaving me finally alone with the goodies.
The first thing I did was, of course, open the closed container to figure out what was in them.
And the haul wasn't bad, let me tell you.
Meltaguns, broken down but maybe salvageable in some way. Grenades of many kinds. Even a power sword, though one that had been cannibalized already. All of which bore signals of what I think I recognized as the Astra Militarum. Or fancy sigils that spoke of nobility.
More exotic stuff like long tubes that my power insisted were plasma power lines from a starship. An apparently entirely mechanical dancing statue, without any computer parts. A small hololithic projector. This was mostly all nobility toys as well.
And, the crown jewel, the one thing I would insist on keeping for myself: a heavy as fuck, roughly one meter by one meter by half a meter standalone cogitator. Integrated monitor and keyboard apparently meant it was the 'laptop' version and the ostentatious ornamentation probably meant it came directly from the office of some noble.
I stared at it eagerly. As soon as I got it running again, I would use it to hopefully help me with the primary issue I currently had with my powers: namely, I couldn't design shit.
I had, so far, not gotten any alien database of technology downloaded onto my brain. No intelligence boost or sci-fi supercomputer to help me.
All I got was an admittedly broken power of intuitively understanding any technology I met. If there was even remotely connected knowledge in my brain, I could understand it and got crystal clear flashes of insight into how the technology worked. But so far, I could not build on that.
I mean, I wasn't stupid, or hoped I wasn't anyway. And part of the Common Sense power was a sort of souped-up memory that gave me what I needed when I needed it. But that still meant I would need to learn a lot of stuff I apparently had only vague knowledge of. Butlerian Understanding helped immensely. If I conquered tech from my foes, Dr. Shen, I presume, would help me gather further insight. But I would need to gather these flashes, intuitions and pieces of knowledge and organize them.
For that, I would need at least a basic computer text editing program. More ideally: I would need a helper. An AI.
Butlerian Understanding explicitly made mention of AI, figuring out how they ticked and being able to influence them positively, to prevent any cliche misunderstandings.
In 40K, AI had a tendency to go insane. Though organic life had a tendency to go insane as well, so what the heck. I had also always found the backstory of the Men of Iron deeply suspect. AI lives peacefully with humanity for millennia and suddenly they all decide as one to go insane? Around the same time Slaanesh shows up? Uh-huh. Totally not suspicious at all!
Then there was the whole Wotann League thing, the Squats. They used AIs without issue. Or at least, no major ones.
Assuming I needed to bail from here, the Core was a good idea actually. If I could protect myself from the radiation for a while. Them or the T'au.
This was the first 'large' cogitator I had access to. The Auspex I had repaired had given me a first taste, but this was the real deal. The damage was comparatively trivial. A part of the power supply had overheated and burned out. I suspected that whatever noble this belonged to hadn't listened to a Tech-priest and had blocked the cooling vents or something, probably with decoration of some kind.
Anyway, what interested me far more was the actual processing core. Here I learned why it was called a Cogitator and not a computer. The CPU, for lack of a better term, was not a conventional processor chip at all. Rather, it was a hardware emulation of neural tissue, a neuromorphic chip. This one was mostly built from carbon and some trace elements and formed essentially a folded ball of processing substrate.
Assuming this was a dumbed-down Federation com... cogitator design, the original human Federation had probably not even bothered with thinking machines that weren't AI anymore. Everything, from the equivalent of a calculator over the light switches and toasters to their cities and spaceships, had probably been thinking and even self-aware.
No wonder the 'rebellion' clapped their cheeks. Assuming this was true, there was no way that all Men of Iron had been driven insane at the same time. Humanity would have been borked in the first 24 hours. Many had probably resisted for a long time and did their best to contain and defeat their infected brethren.
I felt saddened by the thought. It had just been backstory before, if a slightly lazy one, to explain why the AIs did not just solve all the Imperium's problems and why you still had human characters in the stories.
Now it was my own, sad, dumb reality.
Anyway, whoever had been left had had the unthankful task of rebuilding humanity's IT infrastructure, vital in most places, without risking insane AI again (like Battlestar with the Cylons, I remembered, and was happy at the new memory).
The solution they had come up with was brilliant. They had taken the neuromorphic cores, probably the design the fabricators and large-scale factories had been set up to produce anyway and had deliberately crippled the design. Strategic, almost surgeon-like, severing of specific 'neurons' or entire areas meant the core could still emulate simple neural nets that calculated simple functions.
The entire thing was basically a neural net that had been deliberately damaged to only being able to think in terms of emulating a conventional CPU. It was complicated, difficult to do correctly and not entirely precise. Which might explain at least some of the 'Machine Spirit' phenomena that were so common.
Once I fixed the power line, I eagerly set it up and took a look at the software.
The code that was running on it was... jittery, at best. Written for a machine not meant to run it, by people who had barely any idea what they were doing. Race condition issues and memory leaks were common. In fact, if there wasn't a sort of underlying 'best guess' architecture built into the hardware itself, little of it would run at all. As it was, the core did its best to fix issues by using its neural net to guess at missing values or solved conflicts by best guessing at priorities and resource ownership. It was a horrible, fascinating mess which my power allowed me to comprehend.
Oh and there were also some private files of a noble, but whatever.
Sadly, as it were, it meant the cogitator would not house an AI for me, not even a simple one. The neural net was broken strategically and I did not have the tools to repair that. We were talking about molecule-sized structures here. I needed some sort of nanotech to fix this.
Still, Butlerian Understanding came through. I wouldn't be able to build myself an assistant, but considerably more useful data management software, yes, that should be possible. All I needed was to focus on what aspect I wanted to repair and enhance and my power would show me what to do.
And just then, the Forge made a connection. It was a mid-sized mote. And it made me consider how random the Forge truly was, for it was uncannily precisely what I needed.
The perk was simply called 'Lab' and came from something called 'Project Arms'. Never heard of that. But what it gave me was amazing.
I could actually feel my workshop space expanding, being added to. It was an oddly satisfying sensation as if I had just experienced important growth of some kind. A small, fully-automated repair and research shop that allowed any smaller scale mechanical devices to be analyzed, maintained and repaired had just been added to my 'shop. It was specifically meant for cybernetics... and computers, too! Though it would be able to deal with any kind of smaller-scale device.
It also came with its own regenerating supply of materials, which should mean Adamantium and other exotics as soon as a device brought in contained those things!
And not only all that, it would actually expand and upgrade itself too! If I gained cybernetics or even brain implants, it would expand to contain facilities for that and if I gained a small-scale vehicle, it would expand to work on those too! (The info I got specifically mentioned mechas, so I guess Project Arms might be an anime of some kind. Just a random guess.)
I was alone in the room, so I allowed myself a little happy dance. This was fantastic! Finally some ROB damn sci fi tools to actually make shit. It would allow me to fix the cogitator and... basically anything else, as long as it was small enough!
Though once again, I had not gained any actual, cool sci-fi knowledge. Sure, Butlerian Understanding would give me a feel for how everything worked, but that did not mean I would be able to design and build using any of it.
But, thanks to the cogitator find and now the Lab... hopefully, this would, in time, allow me to fix that issue. I would create my assistant and, with their help, assemble a database of all the tech I had seen and build up my knowledge bit by bit until the Forge dumped something in my mind I could use to actually create shit instead of constantly just fixing it.
It felt ungrateful to think that way, but this was my fourth day here and someone had tried to kill me twice already. And those were just some random dudes, not even the weakest members of the actual enemy factions here!
I couldn't sit on my ass or hide in the Forge. This was 40K! I would need some serious firepower to counter what was inevitably coming.
Author's note: The Forge came through and gave him manufacturing, finally! Even if it is on the smaller, precise scale for now. But as it goes, the Lab is pretty damn useful.
The next few chapters will be somewhat calmer, with Eric building up, orienting himself and trying to plan his next steps. Action will commence after that.
My Watch Doesn't Tell Time (Honkai Impact Third) 100:The further you stray from the intended use of a device's style or look the better a device it becomes by default. If you make a watch that can't tell time you could cram a ton of things into it despite it's relatively tiny size. The shape or style must be a recognized thing, like a watch or a phone in order to benefit from the boost.
Maliwan Intern (Borderlands) 200: At some point, you got lucky and figured out how Elemental Weapons really work. You know how to use them to best effect, allowing you to set enemies on fire regularly, melt people with acid bullets, and have ALL kinds of shocking adventures with electrical ammo. If you have any technical training, you can even jury-rig ways to apply elemental effects to other weapons, as well.
Lab (Project Arms) 200:This discrete laboratory, hidden away somewhere close to your start point, or elsewhere if you wish, holds a simple automated facility to allow for any mechanical devices brought to be maintained and repaired to their peak functionality. It works best with cybernetics and mechanical prosthetics, and small finicky things like clockwork and computers and not large clunky things like vehicles. It is normally in possession of enough regenerating supplies to keep yourself and your companions properly maintained, plus enough surplus for additional projects here and there.
However, should you have purchased Mecha in the Cyborg Section, this Lab upgrades to be able to handle repairs and maintenance on the Mecha and comparable small vehicles and robots.
Also should you have purchased Cyber-Immortality also from the Cyborg Section you also have three bays with replacement bodies for yourself contained in the lab. The lab can replace bodies taking out of the lab at the rate of 1 per six months and also contains a supercomputer to house your AI mind when it's not in a cyborg body with wireless capacity to allow you to move back and forth within a range of 10 kilometres, which can be upgraded with other technology. Installing your mind in a new body takes roughly half an hour and you can choose for different bodies to have different load-outs and can install your own upgrades with the lab's auto-engineer/surgeon helping.
Finding food was easy; you followed the smells. Unlike the Underwasters... -tees?... Gilgax's people actually cooked. There was a sort of company cafeteria that served food. I asked a random guy who did not seem too busy and he told me basic fare was free, fancy stuff cost extra and that the kitchen was open all day. He also mentioned that it was considered extremely bad form to start fights here. There were bars for that around here. Good to know.
The cafeteria was just a section of a warehouse with chairs and tables and one long line of buffet, in a way. Men and women cooked in the open and kept everything warm in large pots or pans or whatever. There were even trays of slightly shaped metal and I took one and stood in line.
The Forge made a connection as I waited and it was a decidedly odd one. It was called "My Watch Doesn't Tell Time" and came from something called Honkai Impact Third. No idea what that was, but the name indicated anime. The perk basically meant, the less something does what it was designed to do, the more stuff I can fit into it and the better that stuff worked.
It seemed to be meant for spy gadgets? Like a watch that can't tell time but can unfold into a rocket launcher. There was also both a lower and upper size limit to it. I couldn't build a grain silo that would become a Swiss Army tool hyper-warship. It had to be things small enough to be carried on a person and that could only store or transform so much till the power just broke down.
"Hey, move it." someone said behind me and I shuffled forward awkwardly.
"Sorry." I said over my shoulder.
And then did a slight double-take. The guy behind me was ripped, showing off his muscles proudly in a sort of ratty tank top. His face was nice too, with a strong jawline. Huh. Guess that answered another question.
I turned back to the front, processing that latest revelation. The people in the Wastes had been very skinny, to say the least. Malnourished would be the better term. These Uppers, or Low Hivers, I guess, had more meat on their bones. Enough for visible secondary sexual characteristics at least. Guess that's why I didn't notice before.
I hastily and guiltily squashed the thought of building myself a nice-looking man as soon as I could. No, bad Eric. No abusing your power like that.
Actually, so far I had mostly reacted and done alright, I think. But as my power and options grew, I would need to be on the lookout not to abuse my abilities. With or without Prime Annihilator, corruption was an issue.
I reached the food selection. "You the new Fixer?" Surprised, I nodded at the cook. "Newbies get their first meal for free, you can choose what you like."
"Oh. Thanks." Free food for the newbie, eh? That, plus the accommodations and the extra rations he had handed out after the battle… Gilgax knew how to motivate his people, at least.
I had no idea what most of the food on offer was, so I just selected a bit of everything to try things out. The answer to my hesitant question about where the meat came from was just a confused "from the tanks?". So, bio-reactor meat. I wondered if these people even knew the connection between animals and meat, or if it was just another food offering that came from a machine.
The meat wasn't actually that much more expensive than the vegetables. The real premium product was fruits. And those that really wanted to splurge went for a glass of fruit juice. So I did that.
A sip told me it was kinda... mango-y? Pretty good, actually.
I felt an odd deja-vu when I looked around for a table to sit at afterward. A half gone memory of eating in cafeterias before. I just settled at one with only a few guys and asked if I could sit. Most had their mouths too full to answer, but they waved at the empty chair and I began to enjoy my meal. Well, parts of it.
Quite a lot of it was tasty, if bland. Spices were rare, it would seem. There was also no extra salt on the table or anything. You got what you got. Thankfully, nothing was overly spicy. I never understood why people enjoyed pain sensations in their mouths. I paused. Had I really always thought that? Or was that just something I was thinking now, in reaction to the food?
I huffed. Memory loss was frustrating as shit.
After the surprisingly good meal, I went in search of the workshop area. A few quick questions pointed me the way. Like most things here, it seemed to have been built into one of the large storage areas that originally must have been used for transporting goods.
In there, I found a guy hammering on something and cursing. Sadly, it was not another hot dude, but a scraggly fella with slightly curly hair in a light brown tone. Like all the men I had seen so far in the Upper Hive, he was clean-shaven. Or was it that the men here did not grow beards? Was missing facial hair in a population a ground for Exterminatus?
"What?" he barked when he saw me watching him.
"Uh. You are missing one holding pin."
He stared at the feedline bracket he had been trying to pry open by force. "What, where?"
I picked up a tiny screwdriver, gently pried the pin out and popped the bracket open by hand.
He scowled at it.
"This is for a turbine engine, isn't it?" I asked him. "I did not know Gilgax has his own rides. Is there enough space in the Hive for that?"
"No." he told me curtly and began to get the tools needed to unclog the now accessible oil feedline. "The guards have to patrol the wastes sometimes. The smog is murder on the engines, so they always look to buy some cheap."
I blinked. "Wait, what? They go out there? And why would you use an ice out there and not fusion or just battery?"
He frowned with beady eyes at me. "A what?"
"You know, internal combustion engine?"
"Ah. Asked the same thing. Way I heard it, they are made by a noble house. And they sit on the procurement committee."
I snorted. The more things change... "Got it. So, want me to help you or…?"
"You can do whatever you want, as long as you don't bother me." he said curtly, shoving me out of the way as he walked past. Wow, rude much?
Okay, whatever. There was plenty of stuff lying around to be fixed.
I went over to another work table and as I did, the Forge reached out again and missed a large mote in the Alchemy Constellation. Heh. Maybe it felt challenged?
I more or less took one of the broken things waiting to be repaired at random and began to hunt for tools.
Most of the stuff fell into two basic categories: harmless civilian devices—AC heat exchangers, water filters, an actual toaster (I thought about keeping that one, just for fun)—or the exact opposite: weapons.
Most of the fixes were trivial as well. Broken cables, worn-out screws, electric shorts. In one memorable case, a bug had crawled inside a lasgun that was missing part of its casing and tripped a safety mechanism.
I couldn't repair everything; sometimes the necessary parts were just missing. Other stuff I had to put into a 'maybe' pile; I would need to ask someone what I could strip for spare parts. The last parts were simply trash. Burned-out components, heat warping, or stuff so old it had simply worn out.
Other guy, whose name I actually didn't know, kept eyeing me as I worked. I tried making conversation several times.
"So, you've been here long with Gilgax?"
"Long enough."
"Tell me something about the Hive."
"It's big. If you haven't lived here, you won't get it."
"Got any favorite...what sport do people play around here?"
"Totinko. Not a fan."
All with a surly face and clipped tone. Okay then. No one can say I can't take a hint.
A few hours later, Gilgax walked in. "Ah, there you are. Hard at work, I see."
"Got to earn my keep." I told him. He was eyeing my small pile of repaired things and Unnamed Guy, who was still on the same engine. The man scowled and did not meet his eyes.
"Those are all repaired?" he asked and pointed at my 'can't be repaired without unreasonable effort' pile.
"No, those are essentially write-offs. That pile is the repaired one. That pile is the one that could be repaired if I cannibalized other machines for them. But I did not want to start taking apart machines without asking someone first."
He cast another look at my work and at the unnamed Fixer.
"I trust your judgment in this." he told me and the unnamed Fixer immediately shot up in indignation.
"But…!"
"Kral, check his work, see if it really does work. But don't stop him." Gilgax ordered firmly, staring into the now-named Kral's (Were long names that rare, or was it all just nicknames?) eyes and the man cowed immediately. Scowling, but he did.
Gilgax nodded and turned to leave, but I needed to use this opportunity.
"Actually... do you maybe have something... more challenging for me?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "Fixing things is fun, but it's not really helping me get my memories back. Sometimes it's almost... familiar, but... maybe if I had something else?" I shrugged helplessly and did not even have to fake much. It was already clear this was not working. Over the past two hours, my charge build-up had slowed to a crawl. Whatever the exact criteria were, these repairs were obviously not challenging enough to do much. I really hoped the criteria weren't 'don't have fun' because I did enjoy these repair jobs.
"It's perhaps a bit early to challenge yourself like that, yes? Maybe just take it slow for a few days?"
And make you a fortune in the process. "My goal still is to regain my memories somehow. And it seems I know technology. If I work on something that challenges me, maybe…"
"Hm." Gilgax once again looked over my piles. "Kral, assume it all works, how much is what he did worth?"
"A few hundred, maybe a thousand total." Kral grumbled and Gilgax's eyes shone with greed for a moment.
"I think... we may have a few things that might be worth a look."
"But…!"
"Thank you, Kral. We won't bother you anymore."
Kral shot me a hate-filled look. I felt sorry for him, I really did. A complete stranger muscled in on his territory and seemingly effortlessly beat him in his own speciality. But I had a galaxy to save and an unknown amount of time. I needed to advance and the feelings of one lone man... Common sense tingling. No need to make enemies. Maybe I should try to make it up to him.
"Maybe Kral can accompany us?"
"I don't need your pity." the man spat, his face turning red in rage and returned to his engine. I winced. Or maybe not.
Gilgax shot me a look. I grabbed one of the toolboxes and we left in silence. We crossed the expanse of interconnected warehouses, going to one tucked away in a corner.
"I didn't mean…" I began.
"Don't worry about him." Gilgax interrupted me. "Seriously, don't. He was always aggressive; this is just more of the same. He will get over it."
Really not sure about that, but I couldn't afford to waste much energy on it. We came to a locked door which Gilgax opened with a code. It was seventeen numbers long, so he did not bother to hide it. Something told me I would remember it anyway if necessary.
Then came another door. This time Gilgax used a key.
The third locked door took another code and the one beyond that another. I also noted the badly concealed explosives all around. Whoever came this far and got it wrong was in for a nasty surprise.
Beyond that was a smaller storage area filled with..."Damn." I blurted out.
Heavy Bolters in racks, a few with visible damage where munitions blew up. That one was a twin-linked lascannon, a barrel missing. Most of a Lehman Russ. Carapace armor, half melted away and partially disassembled. Machinery from an Apothecarium, a Planetary Guard one. The drug maker showed signs of having been used. A food processor. Portable fusion...sorry, plasma reactors. And locked crates filled with who knew what else.
"What the he... heck?" Better not take any risks with cursing around here. "Where did you get all this???"
"Most of it is just salvage, believe it or not." Gilgax told me with a smirk. "You wouldn't believe what the nobility" he sneered the word "just orders to be tossed away every day. The rest... well, do you really want to know?"
No, no I did not. But this was... this was brilliant. If I could get even half of this working... combined with Butlerian Understanding…
On cue, the Celestial Forge tried to secure another mote. My charge build-up seemed to have spiked. It really seemed that way: complacency, inactivity meant no build-up. Activity, something new and engaging, meant more powers.
In this case, the mote secured was called Maliwan Intern, from Borderlands. That one I heard about at least, a video game. Maliwan Intern gave me knowledge and control over elemental effects, how to generate them using tech. However, there was considerable overlap and synergy with the Starbound Staffs elemental magic. I now knew how to create elemental weapons, magical, technological, or both. From liquid nitrogen rounds enhanced by an ice rune to highly corrosive acid, empowered by the concept of acidity. All of them enhanced by Customized Weapons and fused seamlessly with extragalactic tech.
That clinched it. I would need to work with the staffs, no matter the risk. The potential power synergy when my elemental magic increased was just too useful.
"So what do you think?" Gilgax asked, shaking me out of my internal contemplation. "Can you get it to work?"
I scanned everything with a cursory glance. "Not all." I said immediately. "Some are just missing parts that I'm not sure I can manufacture here." or in my extradimensional garage. "The rest... maybe. I would need to examine them more closely."
"Have fun. But don't overdo it." he said with a paternal smile and a gentle hand on my shoulder. I resisted the urge to shake it off. Getting seriously creepy Obadiah Stane vibes here. Wouldn't want the golden goose to get hurt, do we?
No, this wasn't sustainable. This little cache was great, but squirreling away something meaningful unnoticed would be incredibly difficult. And as much as I loved all the sci-fi tech here, it was seriously missing in manufacturing equipment.
Sooner or later, I would need the Mechanicus. Unless the Forge came through, of course.
"Sure, I will spend a few hours here to check everything and then turn in early maybe." or train with magic in a world filled with corrupted magic, more like.
"Of course." he said warmly. "Just work at your own pace." His smile was warm and caring; it even reached his eyes, not bad.
"Great. But now…" I set the toolbox down and rummaged around it eagerly. "I get to have some fun."
"Fun." Gilgax shook his head and turned to leave.
"Wait." I said, common sense rearing its head. "How do I get out when I'm done?"
"The doors can all be opened from inside." he explained. "Just push that button." he pointed, "and it will open for a minute or so. If you want to transport anything bigger, contact me."
"Got it." I gave him a thumbs up, which seemed to confuse him and he left.
Leaving me finally alone with the goodies.
The first thing I did was, of course, open the closed container to figure out what was in them.
And the haul wasn't bad, let me tell you.
Meltaguns, broken down but maybe salvageable in some way. Grenades of many kinds. Even a power sword, though one that had been cannibalized already. All of which bore signals of what I think I recognized as the Astra Militarum. Or fancy sigils that spoke of nobility.
More exotic stuff like long tubes that my power insisted were plasma power lines from a starship. An apparently entirely mechanical dancing statue, without any computer parts. A small hololithic projector. This was mostly all nobility toys as well.
And, the crown jewel, the one thing I would insist on keeping for myself: a heavy as fuck, roughly one meter by one meter by half a meter standalone cogitator. Integrated monitor and keyboard apparently meant it was the 'laptop' version and the ostentatious ornamentation probably meant it came directly from the office of some noble.
I stared at it eagerly. As soon as I got it running again, I would use it to hopefully help me with the primary issue I currently had with my powers: namely, I couldn't design shit.
I had, so far, not gotten any alien database of technology downloaded onto my brain. No intelligence boost or sci-fi supercomputer to help me.
All I got was an admittedly broken power of intuitively understanding any technology I met. If there was even remotely connected knowledge in my brain, I could understand it and got crystal clear flashes of insight into how the technology worked. But so far, I could not build on that.
I mean, I wasn't stupid, or hoped I wasn't anyway. And part of the Common Sense power was a sort of souped-up memory that gave me what I needed when I needed it. But that still meant I would need to learn a lot of stuff I apparently had only vague knowledge of. Butlerian Understanding helped immensely. If I conquered tech from my foes, Dr. Shen, I presume, would help me gather further insight. But I would need to gather these flashes, intuitions and pieces of knowledge and organize them.
For that, I would need at least a basic computer text editing program. More ideally: I would need a helper. An AI.
Butlerian Understanding explicitly made mention of AI, figuring out how they ticked and being able to influence them positively, to prevent any cliche misunderstandings.
In 40K, AI had a tendency to go insane. Though organic life had a tendency to go insane as well, so what the heck. I had also always found the backstory of the Men of Iron deeply suspect. AI lives peacefully with humanity for millennia and suddenly they all decide as one to go insane? Around the same time Slaanesh shows up? Uh-huh. Totally not suspicious at all!
Then there was the whole Wotann League thing, the Squats. They used AIs without issue. Or at least, no major ones.
Assuming I needed to bail from here, the Core was a good idea actually. If I could protect myself from the radiation for a while. Them or the T'au.
This was the first 'large' cogitator I had access to. The Auspex I had repaired had given me a first taste, but this was the real deal. The damage was comparatively trivial. A part of the power supply had overheated and burned out. I suspected that whatever noble this belonged to hadn't listened to a Tech-priest and had blocked the cooling vents or something, probably with decoration of some kind.
Anyway, what interested me far more was the actual processing core. Here I learned why it was called a Cogitator and not a computer. The CPU, for lack of a better term, was not a conventional processor chip at all. Rather, it was a hardware emulation of neural tissue, a neuromorphic chip. This one was mostly built from carbon and some trace elements and formed essentially a folded ball of processing substrate.
Assuming this was a dumbed-down Federation com... cogitator design, the original human Federation had probably not even bothered with thinking machines that weren't AI anymore. Everything, from the equivalent of a calculator over the light switches and toasters to their cities and spaceships, had probably been thinking and even self-aware.
No wonder the 'rebellion' clapped their cheeks. Assuming this was true, there was no way that all Men of Iron had been driven insane at the same time. Humanity would have been borked in the first 24 hours. Many had probably resisted for a long time and did their best to contain and defeat their infected brethren.
I felt saddened by the thought. It had just been backstory before, if a slightly lazy one, to explain why the AIs did not just solve all the Imperium's problems and why you still had human characters in the stories.
Now it was my own, sad, dumb reality.
Anyway, whoever had been left had had the unthankful task of rebuilding humanity's IT infrastructure, vital in most places, without risking insane AI again (like Battlestar with the Cylons, I remembered, and was happy at the new memory).
The solution they had come up with was brilliant. They had taken the neuromorphic cores, probably the design the fabricators and large-scale factories had been set up to produce anyway and had deliberately crippled the design. Strategic, almost surgeon-like, severing of specific 'neurons' or entire areas meant the core could still emulate simple neural nets that calculated simple functions.
The entire thing was basically a neural net that had been deliberately damaged to only being able to think in terms of emulating a conventional CPU. It was complicated, difficult to do correctly and not entirely precise. Which might explain at least some of the 'Machine Spirit' phenomena that were so common.
Once I fixed the power line, I eagerly set it up and took a look at the software.
The code that was running on it was... jittery, at best. Written for a machine not meant to run it, by people who had barely any idea what they were doing. Race condition issues and memory leaks were common. In fact, if there wasn't a sort of underlying 'best guess' architecture built into the hardware itself, little of it would run at all. As it was, the core did its best to fix issues by using its neural net to guess at missing values or solved conflicts by best guessing at priorities and resource ownership. It was a horrible, fascinating mess which my power allowed me to comprehend.
Oh and there were also some private files of a noble, but whatever.
Sadly, as it were, it meant the cogitator would not house an AI for me, not even a simple one. The neural net was broken strategically and I did not have the tools to repair that. We were talking about molecule-sized structures here. I needed some sort of nanotech to fix this.
Still, Butlerian Understanding came through. I wouldn't be able to build myself an assistant, but considerably more useful data management software, yes, that should be possible. All I needed was to focus on what aspect I wanted to repair and enhance and my power would show me what to do.
And just then, the Forge made a connection. It was a mid-sized mote. And it made me consider how random the Forge truly was, for it was uncannily precisely what I needed.
The perk was simply called 'Lab' and came from something called 'Project Arms'. Never heard of that. But what it gave me was amazing.
I could actually feel my workshop space expanding, being added to. It was an oddly satisfying sensation as if I had just experienced important growth of some kind. A small, fully-automated repair and research shop that allowed any smaller scale mechanical devices to be analyzed, maintained and repaired had just been added to my 'shop. It was specifically meant for cybernetics... and computers, too! Though it would be able to deal with any kind of smaller-scale device.
It also came with its own regenerating supply of materials, which should mean Adamantium and other exotics as soon as a device brought in contained those things!
And not only all that, it would actually expand and upgrade itself too! If I gained cybernetics or even brain implants, it would expand to contain facilities for that and if I gained a small-scale vehicle, it would expand to work on those too! (The info I got specifically mentioned mechas, so I guess Project Arms might be an anime of some kind. Just a random guess.)
I was alone in the room, so I allowed myself a little happy dance. This was fantastic! Finally some ROB damn sci fi tools to actually make shit. It would allow me to fix the cogitator and... basically anything else, as long as it was small enough!
Though once again, I had not gained any actual, cool sci-fi knowledge. Sure, Butlerian Understanding would give me a feel for how everything worked, but that did not mean I would be able to design and build using any of it.
But, thanks to the cogitator find and now the Lab... hopefully, this would, in time, allow me to fix that issue. I would create my assistant and, with their help, assemble a database of all the tech I had seen and build up my knowledge bit by bit until the Forge dumped something in my mind I could use to actually create shit instead of constantly just fixing it.
It felt ungrateful to think that way, but this was my fourth day here and someone had tried to kill me twice already. And those were just some random dudes, not even the weakest members of the actual enemy factions here!
I couldn't sit on my ass or hide in the Forge. This was 40K! I would need some serious firepower to counter what was inevitably coming.
Author's note: The Forge came through and gave him manufacturing, finally! Even if it is on the smaller, precise scale for now. But as it goes, the Lab is pretty damn useful.
The next few chapters will be somewhat calmer, with Eric building up, orienting himself and trying to plan his next steps. Action will commence after that.
My Watch Doesn't Tell Time (Honkai Impact Third) 100:The further you stray from the intended use of a device's style or look the better a device it becomes by default. If you make a watch that can't tell time you could cram a ton of things into it despite it's relatively tiny size. The shape or style must be a recognized thing, like a watch or a phone in order to benefit from the boost.
Maliwan Intern (Borderlands) 200: At some point, you got lucky and figured out how Elemental Weapons really work. You know how to use them to best effect, allowing you to set enemies on fire regularly, melt people with acid bullets, and have ALL kinds of shocking adventures with electrical ammo. If you have any technical training, you can even jury-rig ways to apply elemental effects to other weapons, as well.
Lab (Project Arms) 200:This discrete laboratory, hidden away somewhere close to your start point, or elsewhere if you wish, holds a simple automated facility to allow for any mechanical devices brought to be maintained and repaired to their peak functionality. It works best with cybernetics and mechanical prosthetics, and small finicky things like clockwork and computers and not large clunky things like vehicles. It is normally in possession of enough regenerating supplies to keep yourself and your companions properly maintained, plus enough surplus for additional projects here and there.
However, should you have purchased Mecha in the Cyborg Section, this Lab upgrades to be able to handle repairs and maintenance on the Mecha and comparable small vehicles and robots.
Also should you have purchased Cyber-Immortality also from the Cyborg Section you also have three bays with replacement bodies for yourself contained in the lab. The lab can replace bodies taking out of the lab at the rate of 1 per six months and also contains a supercomputer to house your AI mind when it's not in a cyborg body with wireless capacity to allow you to move back and forth within a range of 10 kilometres, which can be upgraded with other technology. Installing your mind in a new body takes roughly half an hour and you can choose for different bodies to have different load-outs and can install your own upgrades with the lab's auto-engineer/surgeon helping.
Stupid Faster
Had caffeine and now I'm stupid fast, fast stupid!
THE DICE HAVE FALTERD!!!
FOR THE EMPEROR!!!1
FOR THE EMPEROR!!!1
TTS Rogal Dorn: "The dice have spoken."
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Rule 2: Don’t Be Hateful — Homophobia
The story premise was good and the grammar was not too bad.
But the fact the character is gay killed the story for me. That's it for me.
Good luck with the rest of your story.
Side note you should put gay MC in the tags. So that others who read it can know.
But the fact the character is gay killed the story for me. That's it for me.
Good luck with the rest of your story.
Side note you should put gay MC in the tags. So that others who read it can know.
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- Zack
I wonder if it is possible to get a Metroid perk that allows you to build an Aurora Unit ?
Rule 2: Don’t Be Hateful — Homophobia
So the MC is gay. I honestly had no idea up until this last chapter 😅. And don't care all that much about it as im mostly just here for the techno wank. But I would like to ask if you do create some gay lemme scene please put up a warning ⚠️ were it begins and ends. As personally I'm not gay and don't want read that stuff as I'm here for the story.
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