Chapter 100 About the Doll
+Have you returned to Terra, Emperor? +
+A newly recovered Primarch and I are waiting for your return at the palace, and Horus is also there. +
+You didn’t play some retro old name with a new one when naming the primarch, did you? +
+…Horus is the only exception, Morse. The Sixth Primarch was Leman Russ, the Wolf King from Fenris. +
+Wolf? + Morse read this word, + I have heard some prophecies about wolves recently. Anyway, get Magnus away now, I've had enough of him. +
+Did he bother you? +The Emperor was confused.
In his memory, although Magnus was often arrogant and naive, he was still generally a kind and polite scholar, and he and Perturabo should complement each other's disciplines and personalities. vacancy. With Morse's character, he would not be so dissatisfied with Magnus.
+He disturbed me seriously. After I taught him the spell, every thirty minutes I would receive a new question, half about the research itself and half about safety consultation. Could it be that I Does it look like you have so much time? +
+Are you busy with anything? +
+Indeed not. goodbye. +
Morse cut off the psychic connection. He opened his eyes, lay on the wicker chair and said to the ceiling: "Come in."
Magnus, who was standing at the door, held a hand in his hand. A bunch of unknown soft things walked in.
Under Perturabo's active supervision, he has been growing his eyes again on the ship these days. They were now a rather neutral blue-gray, very close to the color of Perturabo's eyes, probably because the two brothers had spent so much time together recently.
"Morse, can you help me see what's wrong?" Magnus handed the thing in his hand into Morse's sight so that Morse could see it. The pile of plasticine is generally a mixture of unknown objects in flesh-colored, red, blue and gold colors. “My current progress is to complete the statistics and labeling of the original data. The materialization of the raw materials is also progressing smoothly, but it cannot maintain a stable form. ”
"Show me," Morse said.
Magnus drew away the runes anchoring the material, and first let the waste materials disappear in his hands. In this dimly lit room, he whispered his spell like a stereotypical old wizard from Gutera.
Soon, non-material energy was extracted from the air and condensed in a way that was different from spiritual energy, gradually forming a vague image of a boy.
Magnus immediately changed the spell at the right time, filling the mold with power until the delicate face of a red child was completely reproduced.
The red giant breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace, maintaining the energy connection with this small body. He turned his head and said: "I can do this step now. I have checked it many times. Up to this point, all The data is fine.”
Morse raised his upper body from the wicker chair and sat down. "Continue."
"If you continue, the internal structure of the material entity will be disordered." Magnus stopped transmitting energy, and his childhood shell immediately collapsed into a pile of ooze. The Primarch cleared away the scraps with a small sigh, then looked at Morse expectantly.
"I remember Perturabo asked you to make an adult version of his external body." Morse said.
"Uh, yes," Magnus said hesitantly, Perturabo's full request replaying in his mind. In the face of fulfilling his brother's request, Magnus decided to give in to other factors: "He said he wanted a body up to four meters tall for regular social use, without a combat function, and with clothing based on Olympian style."
"And you have been curious about my method of making this thing out of thin air for a long time, so you agreed to him and learned to make a temporary shell for him that is taller than himself. Because you were not sure, you decided to use yourself as an image reference first."
"My initial construction data used Perturabo's current body values. However, the energy required to make the body is actually related to the body volume, so the next best thing was to use Perturabo's childhood data - that's you. The one given to me. But every time he fails, his image will become..." Magnus waved his hands in a circle, intending to express the pile of ooze just now, "... In this way, I think it is better to use it first. My own image is good."
"You have mentioned the answer to the question, Magnus," said Morse, "the device that exists between occult beings and physical entities. The volume is directly related to the intensity of consciousness imprinting that the device can accommodate. So is it possible that the energy density you extract is still too low for a child's body?"
"Yes. Is that so?" Magnus frowned, and after thinking quietly for a while, he couldn't help but start writing and drawing in the air. After a few minutes, his eyes lit up: "Yes, I miscalculated the energy density required to form the body and the regular density required to maintain the body. The two cannot be generalized..." His tone dropped: "So I It's not possible to make a complete body yet. I'll explain it to Perturabo, and I hope he won't be disappointed."
Morse looked at Magnus suspiciously. With a look on his face, he began to feel that Magnus was not just here to ask him questions, but also to find a way for Perturabo. By pretending to be pitiful, he asked him to take action himself, and gave Perturabo a favor before the Iron Warriors' fleet landed on Terra. Turabo worked out his new shell.
What's the point? Find a way to keep him busy?
He has not been hanging out on the battle barge for the past two days, which has triggered strange rumors within the Iron Warriors for the third time. Isn't this very stable?
"If he is disappointed, that's his problem." Morse lay back on the wicker chair, "It's not difficult to solve the problem of low energy density. You can just practice it yourself in the relevant aspects, so there is no need to imagine that it will happen in a short time. The finished product or even the finished product has been modified. Next, I will make a body for him that is similar to Perturabo's current body shape, and its hardness and strength are based on those of regular Imperial tanks. You can tell me, if he breaks it this time, I won’t do the third one.”
“...So he’s busy?” Perturabo asked while eating a plate of grapes.
The Iron Warriors detached a team of hundreds from each camp in Prospero to serve as the manpower needed to rebuild the planet, and worked with the locals to repair the broken planet. During his busy schedule, Magnus introduced Perturabo to various local products, such as sweet, sour and juicy grapes.
After tasting the grapes, the two Primarchs decided to clean up the grape reserves for Prospero, who was definitely not in the mood to enjoy the fruit after the disaster. For example, they ordered several dozen kilograms to be taken away to eat slowly on the road.
"I'm not sure, Perturabo." Magnus replied, taking a few from the plate, eating one at a time was a little too little for the Primarch, and the grapes seemed to mysteriously disappear. On the first chew. "The teacher just said he would do it before reaching Terra."
"That would be enough to keep him busy." Perturabo said, "He didn't notice it from the first time he got on the ship. What I'm working on. I hope this lasts until it's over."
"No thanks," Magnus said with Perturabo's approval. Blushing even more, "I really want to learn how to make a body that can accommodate the branches of our consciousness. In the past few days, under the guidance of the teacher, I have also made some new progress."
He took it from the pocket of his robe. He took out a small model, about three inches in height, and glued it to a black circular chassis with a diameter of 40 mm to keep it stable.
The model depicts a childhood image of Magnus standing upright, with his thick red hair tied into a bunch, wearing an exquisite little white robe, holding a volume of books. The model stands still, much quieter than the person.
"The smaller the body, the easier it is to construct." Magnus explained, "I tried it a few times, and this is the largest size I can really stably make. When I learn to handle the consciousness port, I will When a part of your consciousness is introduced into it, you can see it move."
Perturabo took the small model and looked at it with a slight smile on his face. "It seems that I have to prepare a gift for you, Magnus."
Magnus touched his hair. He had to cut it short because it was burnt. Not used to it. "I wonder if my other brothers are as friendly as you."
"Who knows," said Perturabo, "I'm sure Horus Luperkar was friendly, Mors even praised him But I haven’t seen the other brothers yet.”
(End of this chapter)