Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 227: Insulation of Titanium

"Of course, this is just a deduction and hypothesis based on the existing information. It is a castle in the air built on the void."

"Perhaps we are just overthinking it. Everything about the Tau people is a miracle of life. They are one of the protagonists who came late."

Roche and Sage Lawrence looked at each other and smiled. Their assumptions were based on too many preconditions. From a probabilistic point of view, with each additional precondition, the possibility of realization would continue to plummet.

The Red Alert's database records countless alien races, many of which are also considered to have great potential.

Some of them are superior in innate talents, and some are born with the ability to flexibly control the power of the subspace. If they can grow up, they may become the protagonists of the galaxy.

However, most of the aliens no longer exist. They were either destroyed by natural disasters, or perished in the vicious internal friction of their own civilization, or were simply wiped out by other races passing by.

A race still in its nascent stage is so fragile that even the waste dropped by a passing spacecraft could cause the civilization to become extinct.

The future of the Tau was not promising. At least after the exploration fleet led by Roche came, most of the individuals of this race had been slaughtered, and the remaining ones were even the "studs" reserved at the request of Faffnir.

This son of Leman Russ seemed really determined to promote the Tau-style snacks. Roche deeply suspected that he might have suffered brain damage from alcohol on the night he had a drinking contest with Guilliman.

They look... really out of place.

Even if the Titanium survive, they will live in farms set up by humans. Their reproduction will be controlled by the priests of the Mechanicum, and they will be cross-bred in various directions.

Perhaps a titanium servitor would be of interest to the Mechanicus priests?
A race that serves as food cannot have a future.

The future of the Tau is already determined. They can only become the specialty food recommended by the Space Wolves, or a can of canned food with unique flavor, or a bag of chewy steaks, or honey wine with excessive heavy metal elements brewed from their unique blood.

"The only thing we can't figure out is why the beings behind the Titanium chose to stretch time so long, and why did they choose the Titanium?"

The two fell into a brief moment of thought.

There is an old saying on Terra: There are people who do business that will get them killed, but no one does business that will lose them money. Since the existence behind the Titanium Clan is willing to go to great lengths and pay a long time cost of thousands of years, it must mean that they think it is worth it.

They chose to cultivate a budding race like the Titanium rather than other mature races. Does this mean that a brand new race has certain advantages that the mature races do not have?
The encounter with the Titans on this planet was supposed to be just a harmless episode, but under the imagination of Sage Lawrence and Roche, it turned into a shocking conspiracy that was unknown to the world.

"Speciality. What special features do these Titanium have that we haven't discovered yet?"

Luo Xi also became interested. They did not find the long-awaited black stone mines on Titanium Star, so at least they had to get some other gains so that their time would not be wasted.

This mentality of taking a chance even if there is a chance or not drives them to continue to explore the secrets of the Titanium.

This thrilling decryption process even made Luo Xi's memory fragments come alive again, and his desire for knowledge and exploration made him unable to stop.

However, their research came to a standstill. Sage Lawrence used Roche's more advanced equipment to further analyze the genes of the Titanium Clan and found that these blue aliens can be roughly divided into four subspecies.

These subspecies are still in their infancy, but it seems that one of the Tau species has genes that make them better suited as fighters, with latent genes for violence and rage edited deep into their genes.

Of course, because of the weak bodies of the Titanium, even the fighters within this group are too weak compared to humans.

I'm afraid the malnourished poor in the hive city could easily defeat them in hand-to-hand combat.

The other type of Titanium is more suitable for production and creation. Their genes carry more fragments that are beneficial to brain development, which also means that this subspecies of Titanium is more likely to produce wise men, inventors and politicians.

But that's all. The genes of the Tau people do not have the difficult-to-crack gene lock settings like the Green Orcs and the Eldar. Lawrence and Roche almost completely cracked the Tau genes, and all this information was recorded in the Red Alert's storage library.

It can be said that even if all the Titanium on Titanium Star were slaughtered, Roche would be able to rely on the data backup in the Red Alert and recreate the Titanium species through biochemical technology.

"Perhaps we can try the psychic angle. We are too obsessed with explaining all this from a materialistic perspective."

Sage Lawrence added, and he enlightened Luo Xi. The world they lived in was never a purely materialistic universe. In many cases, idealistic psychic powers could better explain all the unknown.

Luo Xi even felt that the subspace was like a universal patch that could be applied to most unacceptable things.

"We need the help of the think tank." Luo Xi stood up and said to Sage Lawrence, who was much taller than him.

This biological sage is over four meters tall, even the Space Marines are not as tall as him.

"It just so happens that we have a team of Ultramarines think tanks on board our ship. Their leader, Emilia Troy, is a seasoned psyker."

The think tank director summoned by Roche to practice meditation on the ship. The Trojan think tank had a rather cold personality. Most of the time, he and his think tank brothers were practicing meditation in the library monastery on the ship.

Perhaps this is also the reason why he is not as favored by the Primarch as Titus Prieto. Titus is more humane, while the Trojan Librarian is completely businesslike and cold.

"What are your instructions, my lord? The Primarch commands me to obey your orders completely, and I will obey them completely."

Fortunately, Roche does not intend to establish good relations with every think tank. It is enough that Troy is willing to obey.

"Trojan Think Tank, I need your help with something." Roshi specially brought a still-living Titanium alien individual, with a large amount of anesthetic injected into its body, the dosage was enough to make it comatose for several weeks.

The think tank director didn't say much, he just waved his hand and activated his psychic power.

The cold breath from the warp began to spread in the cabin. Troy's eyes flashed with blue electricity. His special psychic power began to invade the brain of the Titanium alien and pry out all the unknown secrets.

Reading brain information is not a difficult task for a psychic think tank.

"Strange, something has weakened my psychic power. The strength of my psychic power has dropped by about 5%. This is not normal."

The Trojan Librarian frowned and stared at the unconscious abominable alien.

The moment his psychic energy came into contact with the Titanium alien, he clearly felt that the psychic power was suppressed by some unknown effect. This feeling was like... being close to those untouchables.

No, they are far less powerful than the Untouchables. If he were a qualified Untouchable, the fact that the Troy Think Tank could remain calm was a sign of his well-training.

He then used his psychic powers to explore the secrets of the Titanium aliens more carefully.

The psionic energy condensed into an eye of the warp, with the help of which Troy could directly see the appearance of the sea of ​​souls.

The psychic headband on his forehead made it easier for him to control his power while preventing him from being disturbed by the chaotic will of the warp.

However, what Troy saw with the psychic eye surprised him a little, and he reported everything he saw to the two people present.

"What did you see, Troy Think Tank?" Luo Xi asked with concern.

"The souls of these aliens are so weak, thousands of times smaller than humans. I can hardly see their projections in the warp."

"Emperor, even those ant-cows that serve as livestock are more eye-catching than them."

The think tank director's words made a flash of inspiration flash through Luo Xi's mind.

He suddenly understood what was so special about the Titanium Clan.

If Troy was not mistaken, then the primitive alien race of the Titans had an ability that humans envied very much: the subspace was almost insulated for them.

(End of this chapter)