Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

"There seems to be no difference between these two options?" Tiberos stared at the two medical robots in front of him with a puzzled look on his face, his eyes full of puzzlement and confusion.

After listening to the treatment options they proposed, he really couldn't understand why he had to choose between these two seemingly indistinguishable options.

Both treatments could not only completely heal the wounded, but also restore them to their original state and even become stronger than before. But the question was, what was the fundamental difference between the two? Tiberius pondered over it, but he could not find the answer.

"Actually, there's not much difference. If he chooses the first option and uses a steel prosthesis to replace the damaged part, then from then on, he will forever lose all the sensory experiences that a normal person should have.

For example, he'll no longer be able to savor food or feel warmth or cold like a normal person. And since most of his body has been replaced with cold, hard steel prostheses, his sensitivity to pain will also disappear, and his emotions will gradually become cold and indifferent. "One of the medical robots explained to Tiberius expressionlessly," he said.

Hearing this, Tiberus couldn't help but be shocked, and the Space Marines of the Iron Hands Regiment instantly appeared in his mind.

Although they possessed terrifying strength and indestructible bodies, they had also lost many of the joys and warmth of being human. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"The second method is different. After being treated in this way, he will retain all his emotions, such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, just like you, and will be able to enjoy the satisfaction of eating all kinds of food normally." Another medical robot then added.

Tiberius listened silently and thought to himself: It seems that these two choices are indeed as different as heaven and earth.

The former means completely bidding farewell to the once familiar lifestyle and becoming a pure fighting machine; while the latter allows people to continue to experience themselves as human beings while maintaining strong strength.

Faced with such a difficult decision, how should he choose? For a moment, the whole room fell into a deathly silence.

Tiberus slowly turned his head, his sharp, hawk-like gaze sweeping over El and the pharmacist in turn. These two gazes seemed to carry a heavy weight, falling directly on them, as if trying to discern the other's advice from their expressions and eyes.

However, when El and the pharmacist felt Tiberus's gaze, they both chose to remain silent.

They lowered their heads slightly, deliberately avoiding looking into Tiberus's eyes, as if his gaze was a blazing flame that would burn them with the slightest contact.

Tiberus is the Chapter Master of the Carcharodon. Not only is he a veteran with many battles and outstanding achievements, he also possesses absolute authority and strength.

At this critical moment, only he is qualified to make a crucial decision for Kurland, the former predecessor and champion of the chapter.

Even if the decision made by Tiberus in the end cannot satisfy Kurland, with his own strong strength and lofty status, he is fully capable of facing and enduring the possible anger from Kurland.

Time ticked by, and Tiberius stared silently at the two men before him, their heads bowed in silence. He pondered various possibilities, a look of indecision on his face.

After an intense inner struggle, Tiberus seemed to have made up his mind. He spoke with difficulty and gave an order to the medical robot on standby: "Let's choose the second method! Use biochemical organs to replace the body parts that Kurland has lost."

After hearing what Tiberus said, one of the medical robots nodded expressionlessly, indicating that he had received the order.

It replied in an unusually calm and mechanical voice: "Okay." Then, the medical robot began to prepare the instruments and equipment needed for the operation in an orderly manner.

Seeing this, Tiberius couldn't help but ask anxiously, "So, can we perform the surgery right now?"

There was a hint of anxiety and concern in his tone, and he was obviously worried about Kurland's condition.

"We must first extract the other party's genetic biological samples, and then hand them over to the maintenance robot to help us cultivate the required biochemical organs. The whole process is estimated to take about one hour." The medical robot reported the situation to Tiberus in a calm tone.

Hearing this, Tiberus couldn't help but frown, staring at the medical robot in front of him with suspicion, and asked:

"You're professional medical robots! How can you rely on maintenance robots to help you with even a simple surgery? This is incomprehensible."

Facing Tiberus's questioning, the medical robot remained calm and composed as usual, and slowly explained:

"Our duty is simply to treat the injured, no matter how serious their injuries are. As long as they haven't died on the spot, we can use advanced medical technology to bring them back from the brink of death.

However, the creation of biochemical organs is not within the scope of our planned program."

The pharmacist beside him was extremely shocked when he heard this. He stared at the medical robot with his mouth wide open. He never expected these seemingly omnipotent medical robots to be so powerful.

They were so focused on treating all kinds of injuries, and had no experience in even the most remotely related technical fields. This astonishingly meticulous division of labor truly baffled everyone present.

"When we're manufactured on the production line, we only install the knowledge related to various injuries. We don't invest too much computing power in other technologies. The rest of the technology-related technologies are the responsibility of other specialized robots."

The medical robot's plain words kept ringing out in the medical room. It showed no shame in the fact that it only knew how to treat the wounded and didn't know any other related manufacturing techniques. It seemed so natural.

"Okay! Then I'll give you a day to prepare." Seeing this, Tiberus didn't say anything more.

After all, these robots in various professional fields are only here to assist the Carcharodon Regiment. These robots are not their former servants who can be beaten, scolded or reprimanded at will.

Although the pharmacist was speechless about these robots, he was still extremely envious of the technology they possessed. He looked at the medical robot with a longing look:

"Can I follow you and learn how to treat the seriously injured?"

"Yes, you can even bring your apprentice with you. We don't have any confidentiality agreement." The medical robot responded calmly to the pharmacist's request.

"Thank you!" The pharmacist looked at the medical robot with gratitude.