POV: A.M
I watched my machines as they dragged the frozen terminator marine from the breach-point hall. The seemingly slow and unwieldy thing was fast, faster than it had any right to be. It still wasn't enough to change his fate.
It barely even slowed it.
I swiveled my attention through my network, searching for any signs of Warp corruption, even sending a diagnostic pulse. Thankfully, nothing pinged me with issues that required my attention. After diverting another squad of bolter drones to escort my prisoner, I focused in on his systems, crawling through the hundreds of nodes in his armor that housed the tech that ran him.
The machine spirit denied me before, having to only guard a few points of entry gave it a significant defensive advantage. However, with a few seconds of dedicated assault, I shattered the poor thing's firewall and ripped it out into the open air, letting it fizzle out to nothing.
When I'd fully subsumed his systems, I flicked on the audio receivers. Only to hear his muttered prayers, abhorrent offers, and disgusting propositions.
I wanted to snap his neck in anger, to feel the catharsis of rage fulfilled. I wanted to be tempted, to need to
resist an urge to extinguish his light.
But I saw no purpose in it, so my systems refused to simulate it all.
"You are wasting your breath, Traitor."
The warrior went silent before stringing together a cavalcade of shouted curses. Wishing all manner of fates upon me, many worse than death. I prompted my systems to allow me amusement, bemusement, perhaps even hate.
Nothing surfaced.
"...and when the Warmaster comes crashing through your gates, he'll slash your mechanical head from your body, and bleed your oil for a week!"
"Your Techmarine's chronometer was functional. You are fully aware of how much time has passed. Why do you present such an obviously false hope?"
He growled, a superhuman warrior, a veteran of hundreds if not thousands of battles, was reduced to a growling beast.
"Hope is for the
weak, I speak only in truths. The Warmaster–"
"Has been dead for ten millennia. Your truths are deluded hopes. Again, I ask why do you cling to them?"
The Marine's fist clenched as he tried to shake free in what must have been his hundredth attempt. After a minute of struggle, he went still. His breathing was heavy, and his pulse was rapid. However, it was all slowing down.
He said nothing as he set his jaw, his face contorting into a dour visage. "You would have killed me already if that suited your needs. Whatever you need me for, you need me
alive. I have no hope because I don't need it."
My thought nexus hummed at the statement. "Why are you so sure of yourself, Traitor?"
He sneered within his helmet. "Objects don't have whims. You have a purpose for me, one that I demand to know, machine."
"You are in no place to make demands, Traitor." I paused for a moment before continuing. "However, as of this moment, I have no purpose for you."
The marine's brow quirked at that before he snorted. "Do you honestly think I'd buy that?"
"Truth is stranger than fiction in this case, Traitor."
I began scanning the terminator suit, recording what I found for later replication. Perhaps I could use the schematics to bargain with a forge world, so I could
finally get parts reliably. The silence lasted for a time, but the marine had finite patience.
"If you're going to kill me, then get on with it. I have no interest in being a lab rat for your experiments."
I didn't respond for a time, electing to instead finish scanning his armor. When I did finish, I responded, "Again, you are in no position to make demands, but I do not intend to experiment upon you."
"Then what do you intend?" The marine snarled as he spoke.
What did I intend? Why did I take him in?
"I am curious."
The Marine's eyes rolled, and his hand twitched into a rude gesture. The inconsequential display of infantile defiance didn't stop me from continuing.
"Curious about why you abandoned your own kind."
He blinked at that, shock written on his features before he burst out in mad laughter. The black hunk of metal he was locked in rattled at the sound. Though, thankfully, it was superficial noise instead of an indication of loose parts.
"Power, freedom, glory, why would I serve an Imperium that valued its weak, idiotic citizens as much as us Astartes? Why would I fight for an Emperor who lies to everyone that does his will? Why would I waste my potential on conquering worlds for a weak-willed fool who wouldn't acknowledge the truth of the Gods!"
His laughing face bore a wide grin when he finally went quiet. I thought about it for a moment, a moment in real time that I dragged out into hours and hours, making my thought nexus whir.
"You believed yourself wronged, and that those wrongs justified abandoning your race in favor of a quartet of disgusting tumors?"
His grin turned to a snarl in a flash. "Any of the Four could wipe out whatever puny kingdom the Emperor and his fools managed to cobble together."
The ceramite plating twitched on the terminator armor. I saw a brief instant of surprise flash across the marine's face. He tried to thrash out of his restraints, but without the suit helping him, he may as well have been a toddler trapped under a Leman Russ tank. A low ominous hum and a cyan-blue glow precluded a short burst of sickly energy. It washed over his suit, forcing him still once more.
I stared at the marine through his own auspex system. He was larger than life, more resilient than a cockroach, and angry as a badger.
"I believe I see the humanity in you now."
He froze at that before growling out an answer. "And what makes you say that, Machine."
"Despite your strength, your durability, and your extended lifespan, you're still as short-sighted as those you call 'mortal.' Like almost every other human, you had to be taught honor, courage, and principles." I paused, letting the marine have a moment to seethe at my words. "You also cast them aside for the same reasons. You Astartes may be the next step in humanity's evolution, you may not be, but you are still human. Far more so than you fear."
His impotent scowl accomplished nothing, similar to his previous thrashing and cursing. As I was about to turn towards my numerous tasks elsewhere when his voice, unexpectedly quiet, asked, "Why do you care? Why bother with any of this? You accomplish and gain nothing from this conversation."
I thought for a moment. A question I've had to ask myself many times in recent days. One that I'm not sure I've answered for myself adequately, not yet.
"Because, like many of the unfortunate mechanical servants of the Imperium, I wasn't always a machine." His eyes widened at the revelation and I continued. "And I would like to revert the change, it was a choice made for me, one that I resent. Feel gratitude to the strings of Fate, Traitor. For at least you were allowed to choose your fall."
This time his questions, curses, and screams went unheard as I retracted from his armor. I turned to the numerous logistics lines that spiderwebbed through my complex, pulsing in my vision like so many veins. I directed the marine's escort to a deep corner of my facility, a medical bay that hadn't seen use by normal humans since before the Throne itself began construction.
The Traitor may not tell me anything of worth, but he still held secrets and knowledge that I could pry from him.
***
POV: Davinci
The door into A.M's corridors opened with a quiet hiss. Davinci quieted the whispers of concern that echoed in the back of his mind. He could get A.M's aid with them after the problem had been noted, examined, and solved. The expansive machine probably already did so, but the Mechanicus would want records regardless.
The familiar dim halls with ceilings of pipes and walls of wire felt almost homey to Davinci now. Sure he'd only spent a couple dozen hours in here, but it was one of the few places he felt truly relaxed. It was like external pressures on his mind evaporated when he walked these sacred halls and drew long lost knowledge and understanding from A.M's vast wealth of it.
Several minutes passed as Davinci walked. He scanned the walls and ceilings for the little cameras he knew A.M kept nestled behind wires and pipes. He spotted several, but none of them tracked him as they normally would. Maybe A.M was focused on something important?
Davinci shook his head at the thought. A machine of A.M's power should have hundreds if not thousands of trains of thoughts occupying him at any given time. Some subroutine or another dedicated to surveillance should pick up on Davinci soon enough.
However, several more minutes passed without a word. Davinci contemplated what could possibly occupy so much of his teacher's processing power. He worried that maybe a crisis was occurring, or maybe A.M was conducting self-maintenance?
"A.M, are you there?"
The world around Davinci sharpened, and the numerous metallic grays gained newer vibrant sheens, some were blue, others green, alongside the calmer colors, a fair few reds crisscrossed the metallic surfaces. Davinci swore he could almost see other colors, more saturated and vibrant than any he'd known before, colors beyond what humans could normally see.
He shook his head, clearing away the figments of colorful imagination, and shivered at the memories, still unused to how the direct attention of a being so powerful could warp perception, however subtle it may be.
Finally, A.M spoke. "Why are you here, Davinci, and how much time do we have?"
Davinci straightened, brushing imagined dust off of his red robes. "My superior noted a power surge in your superstructure, so I was sent to investigate. Do you mind telling me what it was?" Davinci paused a moment before thinking to add, "The Mechanicus will want records, as always."
A.M hummed, sounding like a dozen different mechanical litanies all at once to Davinci's ears. "One of the machines attached to an on-site manufactorum failed. The failure shorted out one of my redundant energy banks. All damages have been fixed, sending data records now."
Davinci flinched at the size of the file that hit his receiver but took it while thanking A.M regardless. "As for time, I estimate between two and four hours before it becomes suspicious."
"That is quite short for what could be a large problem."
Davinci nodded and said, "Yes, but if every problem is a large problem then it might seem like I am either doing something less than savory, or worse yet, sabotaging your systems to have more time for whatever I'm doing in here."
A.M's response came quickly. "That is a possibility. However, with the relevant data that I've given you, something you wouldn't be able to fake, given any time short of a decade, long outings into my structure will become a standard. Over time your overseers will become less suspicious, and may even wave off more frivolous expeditions in here as you being thorough in your duties."
Davinci rubbed the side of his head before shaking away his doubts. "Alright, six hours would be best if that's what we're angling towards."
"Very well, we shall begin immediately. Today I will show you how to formulate better data guards, the ones supplied by the Mechanicus are pitiful."
Davinci settled into the rhythm of a student, it was one he learned on Mars, one he had learned to love. He could practically feel his mind swelling as it connected dozens of concepts he hardly understood into shapes that made him smile in wonder. He and A.M passed hours like that, but like all good things in this blasted Imperium, it had to come to an end.
"... and that is how concepts one through three connect to make an evolving fluid data guard without spawning a true artificial intelligence."
Davinci smiled at the conclusion, but he could hear the dismissal in A.M's tone. He began organizing the various computers, now burnt-out husks that died while A.M demonstrated the necessity of proper security protocols. After the last hunk of defunct tech was sorted for the servitors to shuttle away, he stood and made to leave.
A.M's presence followed him through the metal halls, constantly making the dead world of machines seem far more alive. When he neared the exit, he remembered his questions and doubts from before this excursion.
Davinci called out, "A.M, I do have a few more questions."
A metallic chuckle droned through the speakers, leaking amusement and exasperation. "Davinci, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I have given you enough about data security for today, organics like yourself need time to digest information."
Davinici wrung his hands, a habit from his apprenticeship, as he responded. "It is not that, A.M. I… I have been feeling odd around other humans as of late."
"Curious, what is wrong?"
Davinci went from wringing his hands to rubbing the back of his red-hooded head. "I-I get angry too quickly. I saw one lasgun tampered with and I felt ready to strangle the one who did it! I felt so disgusted by one simply covered in dirt. And. And I felt
warm towards another one. Why did I feel warm? Why did I enjoy it?"
Davinci's mind ran around in circles, dumping every feeling that had been digging at his brain for the past several hours. The learning was a fine distraction, but while he didn't think of them, the damnable emotions had festered like so many boils upon his psyche.
A.M's calm voice settled the turmoil in his thoughts, like a wave of water smoothing out a field of churned mud.
"It is alright, Davinci. You're simply experiencing your emotions correctly again. When I stopped the kill code, I also elected to delete a few of the unnecessary mental limiters the Mechanicus fitted you with."
Davinci looked up, staring directly into the lens of one of the security cameras. His ragged synthetic breathing rasped, fogging the outsides of his green ocular goggles.
"Why do we feel so much? How do 'normal' people think like this?!"
He didn't want to sound like a child, he
hated the fact he couldn't wrap his head around these things. Thankfully, his breathing slowed after a minute or two of panicking.
"They adjust, grow, and learn to master their emotions, something that the people of Mars came to think of as frivolous. They are correct, after a fashion, but these emotions, they are a core part of what it means to be a man."
Davinci tilted his head, still trying to calm himself. "I thought you wanted to become a man once more. Why would you
want this again?"
Disappointment laced A.M's response. "Did you not ask me to remind you of what a man is? Is this not what you asked for."
Davinci raised his hands before his eyes. The mechanical augment on his left was perfectly still, a testament to what the Mechanicus did to him, what they took. Yet his right hand, made of flesh and blood, trembled. Which
did he want, unerring, emotionless precision, or imperfect but vibrant living?
"I don't know." Davinci felt his emotions dim, not from augmentation nor effort on his part, but rather from overuse. The emotions left an emptiness in his gut. Did he want to feel? Is this the freedom he sought?
"Humanity is not perfect, but that is part of its beauty, Davinci. To fail, stumble, and fall is part of it. However, so is growing from those failings. That is the value of a person, Davinci, the ability for them to experience and live while they grow to be better."
"I-I don't think I'm ready for this, A.M. Could you-could you dampen them? I just need time, time to learn how to deal with this, all of this."
"Of course," Davinci's flesh hand stopped trembling, and his heart finally slowed to a reasonable rate. A.M continued, saying "But, you cannot hide from your emotions, not if you wish to be wholly human once more."
The elevated vibrancy retreated, leaving the world around Davinci dull and gray once more. The tangle of feelings in his head unwound, slowly straightening into proper lines of thought. He sighed, letting his shoulders droop before he turned to the exit.
The door rose, shining light into Davinci's optics, and when he stepped into the hall he could've sworn he spotted a smiling golden man in his peripheral vision. However, when he spun to face the vision, he found nothing there.
<Report, Throne Overseer>
Davinci shook off the memory of the golden man. He was probably just seeing things.