Chapter 150 Dornish Talking Machine
Perturabo had thought about giving a gift to everyone important a long time ago.
The names included in this list will probably never be told to others, but he has indeed thought of giving Magnus an integrated universal monocle with as many functions as possible, and helping the Emperor After the Great Crusade, the Emperor remade Terra's landscape worthy of being the center of the Empire.
The shape of the final gift to Morse has still not emerged from the depths of the sea of inspiration, and the gifts of Horus and Russ have not yet begun to be thought of - they will probably meet in a few years anyway. Not to them.
As for Rogal Dorn’s gift?
He had taken his cue from Morse. To be more precise, in this gift, the core technology was proactively provided by Morse, who was hit hard because he did not teach Roger Dorn how to speak like an ordinary person.
Across from his desk, Roger Dorn did not hesitate, opened the square iron box, and took out from the black velvet a gunmetal-colored single-sided wireless earphone inlaid with gold-like copper-like oval gems.
The white-haired Primarch glanced at Perturabo and put the earphone into his left ear.
Personally crafted by Perturabo, one of the best craftsmen in the entire human empire, this headset was designed to fit his auricle perfectly. It was stable and light, and he had no suggestions whatsoever. at. However, when I put the headphones on, nothing extra happened.
He waited for three seconds and then prepared to ask. At this moment, a line of prompts was sent into his thinking with almost no time lag: "You can say this: Does this gift have any wonderful uses that I have not thought of?"
When Donn was about to say "What's the use of this headset?", he stopped abruptly.
Then, the next prompt was conveyed to his consciousness: "Your hesitation time is too long for the original body. You can say this: Sorry, I need to think about it."
With lightning speed, Dorn took off the headphones, held them in his hands away from his head, and stared blankly at the gun-iron-colored gadget.
After detecting that it was removed, the light of the micro-runes flowing at high speed on the surface of the gold-copper gemstone of the earphone quickly faded away, returning without any trace to an appearance that was no different from ordinary gemstones except that it looked expensive.
"This is... what is the purpose of this gift?" Donne said with some pause, "I want to think about it."
"Morse and I agree that your most conspicuous shortcoming lies in your language expression." Perturabo showed a faint smile, "So we customized a speaker for you. "
Donne tilted his head slightly in confusion: "Its function is... to translate my words?"
"It is to remind you how to express your words better." Moore. Si said, "It is just a reminder tool and will not be enforced like the Holy Hammer. This is an additional preferential feature provided by Perturabo for you."
"No, don't ask about the Holy Hammer. Perturabo raised a hand to signal Dorn not to ask. "I think this gift will be useful to you. If you don't like it, you can return it to me."
Even Rogal Dorn would never be unkind in this situation. His hand holding the earphones shook slightly, and then he put the earphones back on.
"Please don't say that, my dear brother." Donne said slowly. "The precious thing you gave me is the best gift far beyond my expectation. I really love and need it. I I'll definitely put it to good use."
Morse stroked the arm part of his long-sleeved brown fur coat, suppressing the non-existent goosebumps on his skin. "Your Majesty, the Emperor," he whispered.
Perturabo blinked a few times quickly, took in a breath of air and exhaled: "You'd better take it off first."
"I'm sorry, my dear brother, is it me? What's not good enough?" After Donn finished speaking, he followed the advice and reached out to take off his headphones.
Perturabo cursed Olympia and motioned for Dorn to throw the talking device back into his hand. Dorn put it back into the iron box, took a step forward, and placed the iron box back on the table in front of Perturabo. "Any more questions?" Dawn asked.
Morse breathed a sigh of relief. "You are normal."
"I made an omission." Perturabo opened the iron box and said quickly, "You can't say these words yourself."
"Why?"
"You can't keep apologizing with this cold stone face," Morse said. "You are suitable for being taciturn, Rogal Dorn. Otherwise you will embarrass half the people." Look directly at you, the other half is too shy to look directly at you. ”
"What should I do?" Donne began to summarize his thoughts based on the current conditions, "Continue to speak in my way?"
At this time, Perturabo had pried off the oval gem on the earphone and pinched it. Turn between fingers. A golden halo slowly swirled inside the stone.
He has recently collected a large amount of corpus from Dorne, combined it with the gems packaged and made from the curse technology obtained from Morse when he was making the Holy Hammer, and trained a professional A small plug-in that translates Dornish semantics.
This gem can be installed on the surface of any object that can sense Dorn's thoughts and be carried around. Perturabo chose the headset just for temporary demonstration. If Dorn was satisfied with the results, he would install it on the inside of Dorn's helmet.
However, now that Donne is satisfied, he cannot get used to it at all.
The next moment, he thought of a new solution.
"Do you think it would be a better option to hand it to your interlocutor?" asked Perturabo. "You say what you want to say normally, and I will make a special data pad that recognizes your voice and displays an optimized expression of what you express on the screen."
"Will this happen on some occasions? Affect the seriousness of the conversation?"
"Your ability to speak in serious situations is still good, Donne." Morse continued to draw his walrus tusks, "Your stubbornness and honesty are doomed. No matter how good the talker is, it cannot optimize your orders and oaths in important moments, so this is just a small toy for you to play with your brothers or heirs in your leisure time."
" And improve your image in the eyes of ordinary people, Rogal Dorn," Perturabo said, thinking about how to improve this gift. "You should remember the quarrel that broke out not long after we first met."
Changing mind translation to language translation is actually a simplification of the integrated system. Breaking through the protective layer of the original body's mind to accurately read thoughts and project text is much more difficult than directly translating recognizable speech on a data pad.
Dorn nodded silently and stood still. "I remember," he said.
"When you feel that the atmosphere is relaxed enough, and you don't want the atmosphere to suddenly become extremely tense without you realizing it, take out my gift and introduce its functions." Perturabo said, "Remember to admit that you have unintentionally annoyed someone and you are deeply uncomfortable with it."
"Annoyed you?" Dawn asked.
"You can shut up, Rogal Dorn." Perturabo said expressionlessly. "Otherwise I will make this prop into a puppet image of you, so that your interlocutor can damage him when he gets too emotional."
Dorne fell into silence, which was accentuated by Morse's laughter beside him.
(End of this chapter)