More like Gian the Bloody Madlad. Everything he does can quite literally be for the better. but no one understands it until he does something insane just to get their attention.
I have to imagine how many would gauge us from the outside and see the devil himself.
There are two camps.
There are those who think we are quite possibly the kindest, most empathetic human being who has ever walked the galaxy, whose genius only masks his love for his fellow man, and that we're just... a little bit insane. Not enough to be called such... but enough to be labeled as eccentric.
The other camp thinks were a worse version of doctor Halsey, a child prodigy that quite literally tells all the ethic boards and other stuff to go fuck themselves while we literally force evolution on ourselves and our friends because we're batshit insane and don't want them to die horrible deaths.
And we are quite literally okay with... crazy stuff because we've brainwashed all of our friends to be okay with it.
We are something of a black box for most observers, anomalous to begin with and genuinely dangerous to look too closely at. We break people by talking to them by knowing the cracks in their reason for action, their reason to live, and none can trust that what we say is the plain reality we all walk on or a reality we want to inflict. You end up second guessing yourself and then second guessing your second guessing.
More like we make them second guess their second-guessing because we plant the thought in their head.
Add in the other elements that come with what we are and the panic attacks really start. Spartans move too smoothly for something our mass, react too quickly, with every motion leaning on both the uncanny valley (this looks like a man but something is wrong here) and outright fight-or-flight (oh god it sees me and its already moved). Then there is the fact that we are seeing at least the outline of your perceptions and thoughts as you are having them and are reacting accordingly, and the laws of physics are subtly 'borked' in our presence...
Thats without saying... we're just superhuman in every disernible way.
Except ironically enough in the reproductive way... mostly because only the female spartans have, quite literally a healing factor that stems from their body overproducing stemcells at a rate that would give the human genome project pause.
Like seriously, give them enough time if they are wounded, they can regrow entire organs, replace bone, and even replace their still-beating heart with a better one, before consuming the other heart to make better blood.
Yeah... Female spartans are really close to Primarchs... now that I think about it.
The Mjolner suit might actually be a humanizing element at this point. How long that lasts once we optimize and integrate is another matter.
The Mjonler suit is something I am totally waiting for, because by god, the costomization...
Shields, life support systems, and even portable, all-purpose fusion reactors that can be up and replaced at will, meaning everyone has infinite nukes to take out covenent ships?
That's just a sampling of the bullshit that I've come up with.
