Chapter 522 An Extraordinary Person
Being surrounded by such things, every second is torture.
What's more, he is still fully armed.
These Apologists are equipped with huge pistols with gleaming lights in the barrels, long iron staffs with bronze and silver gears spinning on the top, and a piece of parchment hanging on them in the cold cabin. There was a constant oscillation in the dusty air.
There was a four-by-four square on the parchment, with a set of numbers written in it. Lovelace quickly calculated that the numbers in any row would add up to the same total, no matter what order they were in. The manner is combined - vertically, horizontally or diagonally.
Not only that, but each quadrant, the four squares in the center, the corner squares and many other combinations add up to the same total.
“Thirty-four.”
She repeated it again.
"Always thirty-four."
Such a design was very familiar to her, and Lovelace knew she must have seen information about it before.
As soon as she recalled where she had seen it, the answer popped into her head.
"Melancholia."
Lovelace nodded toward the parchment.
"What did you say?"
The Apologist asked, his voice still human but echoing beneath his bronze mask along with a harsh sound of metal grinding. , Lovelace was immediately startled by the other party's response.
"The symbol on your parchment comes from an engraving that I saw in a book I copied two years ago."
"Two years ago? You still remember it?"
“Yes.”
Lovelace nodded hesitantly.
“I’m very good at remembering what I’ve read and not forgetting it.”
"This is the symbol of our master."
"It comes from a book of the old masters."
Lovelace said, her eyes looking up as she spoke these words He started to become sluggish and seemed more like mumbling to himself.
"It's quite old, but everything we copied in the hall at that time that didn't come from the exploration fleet was very old."
A picture appeared in her mind. There was a man who looked frustrated, as if he was angry at his inability to invent anything clever.
Surrounded by a variety of equipment, several weight scales, an hourglass and a hammer, his demeanor showed that he was unhappy and seemed unable to translate his inspiration into reality.
While Lovelace was telling the story, the Apologists exchanged glances with each other, and each one tightened his grip on his cane.
She noticed their movements and her voice gradually became weaker.
"What's wrong?"
One of the Apologists unlocked the magnetic lock holding him to the deck and walked toward Lovelace.
His sudden action startled her, and she backed away in panic, then sat down on the floor.
The Apologist walked toward her step by step, his eyes hidden in the tattered hood radiating dazzling green light.
"I'm beginning to understand why we were sent to take you here."
"Really? Then why were you sent to capture me? Me?"
"Yes, Ada Lovelace, Avila 12 has been sent to take you over."
"Avila 12?"
"That's our name."
"What? All of you?"
"All of us, us Everyone in it, everything is the same."
"Okay, but why were you sent to take me away?"
"We have been sent to take you back before your execution."
"Execution?"
Lovelace screamed.
“For what?”
“Your supervisor has invoked the Law of Divine Complexity, and any individual accused of this law will be severely punished.”
Lovelace thought for a moment, her eyes rolling back and forth under her long lashes, and then she recalled what the law involved.
"Let me see, that law says that the construction and working of every machine has been ordained by the God of Machinery, and therefore it is sacred, so changing it is... oh!" Do you understand now why we are here?"
"Not completely. Anyway, what do you want to do to me? I'm just a scribe in a pile of old papers. He's a nobody."
The Apologist shook his head, raising a fist and placing it on the silver and bronze gear at the top of his staff.
"You are more important than you think, Ada Lovelace, and you will know more when you meet my lord, High Technician Rom Hachet."
"He Where?”
“Naisen No. 4”
The Apologist raised his cane and touched an opaque piece of the trembling hull. plate.
A flash of light emitted, and the panel began to change, gradually becoming more and more translucent, until it finally became completely transparent.
When the change was complete, Ada Lovelace held her breath in amazement at the sight that unfolded before her, her face immersed in the screen's fluorescence.
It was a huge metal structure, its surface covered with a red luster. It looked like a giant lying on the track with its limbs stretched out. The statues and turrets on it were remembered by Lovelace. The home is even larger, and through certain open hatches, broken light pours into the void.
“This is...?”
“An Order of the Adeptus Astartes, the headquarters of the Alliance of Tribulation.”
The Apologist replied firmly:
"Scars of victory."
Soshiyang really didn't expect that after waiting for more than ten days, the "expert" who arrived turned out to be a woman who looked like she might faint at any time.
It’s not that he has any prejudice against women, it’s just that it’s a little different from what he expected.
After all, this person has not been modified at all, which means that the other person belongs to a very low-level class in the Mechanicus. However, Zhao Akada’s representative said that she is definitely qualified for this job.
Lovelace was also confused. After a bad trip, she was inexplicably brought to an Astartes and asked to serve him.
But this was not the only thing that surprised Soshyan. In fact, this woman was not as shocked or scared as other mortals when she saw him for the first time.
She could even look at his power armor with interest.
This extraordinary courage made Soshyan seem to have a little more confidence in her skills.
“What did you do in the past?”
“A transcriber.”
Lovelace replied cheerfully.
It is not that she is not afraid of these imperial supermen. In fact, she almost fainted the moment she stood against them, but she is a good person who is easy to adapt to the situation.
Since you can’t avoid it, you can only accept it calmly.
“Scriber, it is said that you have your own unique attainments in the Meditator System, so why don’t you join those more advanced sects and instead become a small scribe?”
At that time, Lovelace’s answer to Soshyan was very surprising.
"Because I have considered my appearance."
The female technician raised her dusty face and said to Soshyan in a very affirmative tone:
"As far as I know, the manager Our library sage is exactly three meters tall when she's fully extended, and the body she wears for profit is a monster, half as long behind the pelvis where it connects to her back, because it's longer than that push The clutch of its mechanical feet is still high, and the face of her helmet with lenses covers the front of a skull, and the volume of this skull is three times larger than that of a standard human head, and its weight is increased by twelve Times, a circular crown grew from her occipital bone, which consisted of data arrays, short-range transmitters, universal links, sensor groups, diviners, communication grammar parsers, thought diverters, and other common ones. A device as complex as a void ship's sensor suite."
Lovelace revealed a sense of disgust when talking about the Sage to whom she belonged.
“Given her deliberately forgotten origins, her lensed secondary face was molded into the shape of a mask—a well-proportioned human female face, her beauty carefully considered in craftsmanship , so that her gentle eyes and lips were tightly closed, and a trace of cynicism was imprinted on this mouth. "
"Isn't this your teaching? It is closer to the spirit of machinery."
"The teaching only allows us to understand machinery, not to become a machine. If we want to understand machinery, we must first be human, and secondly She is a cultist, but she has no remnants of humanity, and even if there are still physical elements in her body, they are sealed in her armor and will never be revealed. Sages are obsessed with replacement. Some people say that this This practice is a tribute to the Omnissiah, but I secretly think it is very unhealthy."
When she took the drink from the servitor, it smelled better than anything else. Like crude oil.
"She can no longer be called human, not anymore, and any anatomical resemblance to a normal human body is gone."
Hearing this, Soshyan realized that he was indeed a weirdo when he took over.
"So the reason why you don't do this is just because you think it's not beautiful?"
"Yes, after all, I am still so young."
Although it was only a short exchange, Sosh Young saw something extraordinary in Lovelace—bold, independent, and happy-go-lucky.
Maybe she really is the "answer".
"Then, give it a try, we need a new main control system for the Meditator Array."
"Okay, but I want to take a shower first."
"Of course."
(End of Chapter)