Chapter 158 Hair or Data Cable
Perturabo was not wearing a helmet, which was something Rogal Dorn was used to. They are all the type who don't often wear helmets - why should the commander-in-chief on the battlefield be fully armed in the strategy room and restrict his sight to an electronic screen that has little benefit to the original body?
If we go to the battlefield, apart from the special green skins growing all over the ground, how many enemies can force the Primarch to wear a helmet to fight?
For this reason, there is no need for the Primarch to follow the Astartes and have their hair cut short or even bald in order to better adapt to the armor.
Except for Horus, both the Wolf King Leman Russ and the red Magnus maintained their extremely thick and fluffy unique hairstyles, inadvertently showing the Primarch's power here a superiority that matters little.
So Rogal Dorn was genuinely confused by Perturabo's head that suddenly began to reflect light.
“What?” Perturabo asked subconsciously, and then his thoughts quickly jumped to the same level as Dorn. "Oh, no, I have my own design."
He nodded to Nardole, Bill Perrin and other war blacksmiths beside him, indicating that they did not need to rush to follow, then stepped across the ruins and strode over In front of Rogal Dorn.
This allowed Dorn to see clearly some metal round holes with an average diameter of five millimeters on Perturabo's newly shaved head.
“I have always been able to clearly feel that the output speed of my thoughts is not proportional to the speed of production.” Perturabo said, “I can think of thousands of combat strategies in one second, but I can’t get them out of my mind and into reality.”
He looked at the Genna androids showing surrender in all directions, and his eyes paused briefly on the pipes connected behind their heads. "I have been preparing for the direct connection between thinking and machinery a long time ago, that is, the direct connection between the brain and external equipment, so as to realize the exchange of information between the brain and the equipment, directly control a large number of engineering or battlefield machinery, and provide more efficient information to the children. Transmit information and instructions."
"If possible, I can even project the art or text creations in my brain directly into the machine..."
"There will be many problems, "Roger Dorn immediately said that in front of Perturabo, the time difference between the question entering Dorn's thinking and blurting it out was within the neural reaction speed of the original gene, "For example, the parts of the thinking that need to be discarded are mapped together... …"
"Let me be happy with my results first, my brother"
"Oh."
"Yet there is a trouble," continued Perturabo, as the two came to the tower. Sigismund opened the door to the tower for Rogal Dorn, and the Primarchs stepped in at the same time.
“In terms of technical theory, I have a big difficulty, that is, how to connect the mechanical reaction layer to the interface implant template between the living brain. Even in Terra, this part of the knowledge has been in the old night Lost."
"You were enlightened in Genna," Dorn said, climbing onto a suspended platform.
The Primarchs climbed onto the platform, the magnetic rails lifting them silently. They ascended to the upper levels of towers hundreds of meters high. The coffin-like hibernation chambers are arranged in a honeycomb grid and are kept running by a large number of cables and machinery. They contain thousands of bodies that are indeed human beings.
The lifespan of these humans has been difficult to estimate. The low energy consumption in deep sleep has greatly extended their lives plagued by genetic diseases. Most Genna are crouched motionless, with cables connected to several nerve bundle access points on their bodies. Their unique soft spike-shaped steel tubes are inserted into the scalp, connecting the mind to countless bionic machines.
Perturabo knocked on the shell of a hibernation chamber that looked like an awake Genna, and a line of local text lit up on the display next to it.
“Speak Gothic?” asked Perturabo.
The local text flashed for a few seconds, switching to a paradoxical language: "We surrender."
"Nador," Perturabo called to his warsmith, ha Neither Coe nor Bill had the temperament to be a diplomat, "Dealing with this Gennar. And Dorn, yes, I was inspired in Gennar."
Dorne was with him in the Hive Walking through the ice-blue grid, Perturabo decided to point to a sleeping Genna as a sample for explanation when necessary.
"You found a way to connect the data cables to the brain through these interfaces," Dorn said, without asking whether cutting the skull hurt. In his opinion, Perturabo's will was certainly enough for him to endure the pain of operating on himself. "Are these piercings harmful to you?" "There was no mistake in this operation," Perturabo said. "Waiting for the wound to complete proper healing, you can try to connect the data cable."
He pointed to a cable in the dormant compartment next to him, "I have done some research on this technology. I have made some improvements. The overall cable will be slightly thinner than the interface, with a diameter of about four millimeters. The softness and hardness are close to that of hair. I will use matte material as a protective layer to make it close to the texture of braids to a certain extent. As a concealment of weakness."
"Hair?" repeated Don.
"I did not destroy the hair follicle, Dorn. Even if it was destroyed, the repair power of the Primarch is enough to restore it." Perturabo said. "I have no problem with my hair."
"Oh," Donn said, "I thought you decided to choose the same hairstyle as Horus. So will you grow it longer again later?"
"In short, of course you can't keep it during the completion of the surgery. Hair. "
Perturabo touched his smooth head and slid his fingers through some holes that were arranged according to the rules of the brain structure and were extremely small for the Primarch. There was a dull pain in these wounds, and he frowned slightly.
“After the data cable is connected, if you can verify the sealing condition of the pipe and confirm that it will not leak during cleaning, you can lengthen it again. I have no experience in regrowing hair on bald heads, and I have never asked Horus His haircut frequency. It is initially estimated that the entire process will be completed within a year."
"Okay." Dorn nodded, "There is still a sober Genner here."
A man in bright yellow armor trotted over and took over the task of communicating with the Genna man.
"Does the construction of Gennar need to include the treatment of Gennar genetic diseases?" Roger Dorn asked.
"Let the imperial officials decide." Perturabo replied. "Should we extend the lives of the locals, or send new transport ships. Only in Olympia, I am a manager. Besides, I have been busy enough recently."
"Busy about installing neural interfaces Affairs? This doesn't seem to take up all your energy."
Perturabo looked at Dorn: "I will confirm whether you have the right to know about that matter, and if so, you will. Be part of this great mission ”
Dorn blinked: "I understand, my brother. So will you return to Olympia after our war is over?"
"You want to visit?" Perturabo guessed .
"I hope to learn from your management experience and visit. I am curious about a green planet that is not covered by ice and snow." Dorn said honestly, "I want to observe your transformation of the home planet. and construction, as well as the Iron Warriors Memorial you mentioned many times."
"So, what do you think of my neural interface design?"
Donn didn't understand Petula. Why did Beau jump to the topic.
"Very practical." He said, "Not limited to beauty."
The corner of Perturabo's mouth twitched: "We will talk about the visit to Olympia later. We first find the genetic source of the Ultramar sector. Body."
"Okay. Let's move on."
(End of this chapter)