Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

In the underworld of what was once the Empire's industrial world, the air is thick with the mingled smell of discarded industrial materials and rotting garbage. Even lower than the empire's base, this is a nearly forgotten corner. Deformed bodies, wrought by pollution and genetic mutations, fill the narrow streets, where life is defined by simply surviving another day.

Here once dwelt a filthy race of inhabitants, some of the most unwelcome beings in the world. Their bodies bore the retribution for countless mistakes made during the dark technological age, destined from the outset to be abandoned.

Most of these residents have skin covered with thick scales that are bluish-purple in color, and have a pair of long horns and a third hand. They are highly mutants on the edge of taboos.

Such creatures never dream of a bright future. They are regarded as inferior creatures by the empire. Their daily lives are spent fighting in gang fights, being driven as slaves, serving as consumables in factories, and even being arrested on the pretext of blasphemy to fuel the promethium production line.

The question is whether there is any force in this world that cares about their survival, let alone so-called medical care.

Everything began to change when the federal army arrived. Although they always claimed that they were not some mythical savior or saint sent from heaven, they did bring something they had never seen before: a safe and comfortable environment.

The local mutants have clean water, food and housing, and the gangs and the law enforcement department have been cleared out. This is enough to satisfy the deformed people.

Although most of their genetic defects are very serious and their lifespan may not be as long as that of the Titanium King in the distance, as long as they think about living in such an environment, they can live to an average of 30 years without regrets.

But the Federation did not intend to stop there. One day, there were suddenly more Federation workers on the streets. They were wearing medical uniforms and talking to the mutants in a language that was so professional that it was difficult to understand.

The mutants didn't understand their terminology, but they understood what it meant to be "healed."

A few days later, they built a massive structure called the Gene Clinic. A holographic projection began broadcasting a declaration: The Federation would provide free medical assistance to all remnants of the former Empire, especially for the treatment of genetic mutations and genetic diseases.

Perhaps these horned people felt the flame of hope for the first time in their lives at this moment. That feeling was like a bonfire suddenly lit in the middle of the winter night, dazzling yet heartwarming.

The Federation's Medical Department has opened many treatment centers, one of which is located in the heart of the mutant district.

The genetics clinic had a neat, soft white dome, its sleek exterior gleaming with light. It was said that the Federation had built the facility in just a few days using some kind of advanced automation technology.

The first mutant volunteer thought for a long time, wondering whether this was a conspiracy to capture them and burn promethium, before deciding to enter the center.

The bright, white hall was spacious and airy, a breathtaking freshness that had him succumbing to the strain. An intelligent guide led him to a doctor, where he registered and then proceeded to undergo a diagnosis. A massive robotic arm descended from the ceiling, guiding the patient through the examination step by step with a gentle voice.

His entire body was scanned, and every bone and organ in his body was displayed on a huge holographic screen, so clearly that even the fine cracks inside the man's bones could be seen.

"Your bone density is extremely low, and the cracks are widespread. Apparently, you also have the gene for brittle bone disease," a Swampman doctor muttered to himself at the screen. He was wearing a white robe, and his tone was sympathetic.

"But don't worry," he turned to the subhuman patient and said, "The Federation's genetic reconstruction technology can repair these problems and even make your body stronger than an ordinary person. As long as you don't mind us removing your horns, scales, and third hand."

The doctor explained the gene therapy process in detail to the mutant volunteer: extract his gene sample, compare it with the Federation's standard human gene template, then repair his mutant gene through recombination technology, and finally inject a liquid called "Regenerative Lazarus Fountain" into his body. These remodeling agents will completely reconstruct his body and repair the lesions.

"Does this hurt?" The mutant didn't understand a word so he asked the only question he could understand.

The doctor explained: "You won't feel anything. Our anesthesia technology is very good."

On the day his treatment began, he was placed in a sealed treatment chamber. It was a pure white space filled with complex mechanical equipment. A long needle slowly pierced the volunteer's arm, and icy liquid instantly flowed into his veins.

He felt every inch of his body trembling, as if every inch of his body was being torn apart and then reassembled. He could feel his muscles twitching and the cells under his skin dividing wildly, but he did not feel any pain.

The doctor patiently said that this is the process of gene reconstruction, the new genetic information is replacing the old mutated genes, and you just need to sleep.

The entire treatment lasted seven hours. Finally, the Federation's new citizen, Jerk, walked out of the treatment chamber with a new appearance that was completely inconsistent with the name given to him by his deceased parents.

He was sweating all over, but he felt more relaxed than ever before.

Through the mirror, he could see that the skin that was once rough and scaly had become smooth and delicate, and the purple skin color had returned to normal.

His third hand was removed, and the deformed skeleton and nervous system associated with it were also adjusted to normal, making him feel that his limb movements were much more agile than before. After all, the basic nervous structure of the human species does not support more than four limbs.

"Welcome back to the world of normal people," the Swamp Man's body grumbled, expressing his satisfaction. "From today on, your life will no longer be restricted by those mutations, but you will need some time to recuperate until you fully adapt to your new body."

Such stories take place in the thousands of gene repair centers established by the Federation. Bird-beaked people, goat people, eyestalk people, and noseless people are all relearning how to live as humans with normal facial features and limbs.

This scene can better reflect the greatness of the Federation than transforming oneself to be able to tear steel or breathe fire.

There are tens of millions of paths to abnormal madness in the universe, and the Empire has at least three of them, but the path back to normalcy can only be found here.

Now, there are no more subhumans and mutants, only subspecies of humans.

Greetings to the citizens of the Federation, belonging to the animal kingdom, phylum Chordata, subphylum Vertebrata, class Mammalia, class Eutheria, subclass Primates, order Apes, family Hominidae, subfamily Homo, genus Homo, and species Homo sapiens.

66, the 4th sequel to Alien

The Federation's gene therapy program was in full swing on each of the newly acquired Imperial planets. These facilities became holy places in the eyes of civilians, and patients flocked from all directions, hoping to regain health and a new life.

However, there are some citizens of the empire who do not look forward to this rebirth because they feel that they are very normal.

On a barren mining planet in the east, a treatment center operated as usual. This planet had been ravaged by the Empire's exploitation, with mines dotting the surface and the air filled with acrid smoke and exhaust. Many residents spent their lives languishing in underground caves and abandoned mine tunnels.

Although the federal government has taken over here, the governance process has just begun.

The medical staff at the treatment center were the first to notice some anomalies. They discovered a stable population of mutants, all of whom had bald heads and other abnormal growths, but these characteristics were even considered normal for the Imperial demihumans.

However, they have a strange trait that prioritizes performance: hybrid children born with any human subspecies will have baldness.

Originally, our researchers planned to study this feature to speed up the progress of genetic adjustment, but they discovered an ominous sign.

A test report on the genetic samples of this mutant patient collected by a researcher showed that his DNA structure was extremely complex, and even in some areas it did not match the known human genes at all. He was more like a "hybrid" between some completely different alien species and humans.

What is even more shocking is that these mutated genes seem to contain some strange alien coding sequences, which are entirely the result of genetic modification technology, exuding a precision and malice that cannot be explained by natural evolution.

"These gene fragments... they're artificially constructed." A geneticist stared at the screen, pointing at some of the odd fragments. "Moreover, these fragments appear to be infectious, attempting to erode and replace normal human genes."

"Its genetic traits possess the precision of a computer, like some kind of man-made application, systematically influencing every physiological activity of this mutant species. The physiological manifestations of this generation, the next, the next, and every subsequent generation are all controlled by these genetic sequences."

Although we know the strange characteristics of their genes, we still don't know what impact these alien gene fragments will have, so we sent investigators to collect further information.

Subsequent investigations revealed even more bizarre facts: these patients were not isolated cases, but rather clustered together, most of them coming from deep within the mines.

All these mutants have high foreheads, no hair, long and thin limbs, and some members have four hands. Their physical strength seems to be different from that of ordinary people, even enough to exceed the limits of human beings.

More importantly, their behavior is extremely secretive and highly organized, as if united by a special influence. Federal investigators begin to suspect that these mutants are related to a more profound alien threat.

The federal center immediately issued an emergency search warrant based on relevant intelligence, requiring investigators to use any means to conduct a thorough search for this strange mutant trait.

Eventually, the most daring and skilled investigators brought out information about the best-hidden monsters from a series of eerie caves.

They paid a heavy price for this, both physically and mentally, and some of it was not just physical and mental, but also in their DNA.

.........

"Quick! We have to operate on him immediately! Otherwise those alien genetic weapons will start taking over his body."

A large group of poisonous swamp demons and tree spirit medical staff pushed a critically ill patient into the emergency operating room of the integrated medical facility in a hurry.

This senior federal investigator, who looked covered in blood and had torn armor, had just experienced an extremely terrifying experience in a very horrific way, because he was one of the staff members ordered to investigate the strange mutant forces.

His report said it all. This outstanding investigator transmitted his investigation records to the Federation's planetary cloud computing array as soon as the signal was clear, ensuring that every important department could download the relevant content immediately.

.........

Here’s the report from the senior investigator in the intensive care unit, his every thought visible through the real-time transmission of the brain-computer interface:

My name is Gabriel van Helsing, Investigator for the Helka Interstellar Federation. This is the last report I received before my consciousness faded.

The shadows deep within the mines of that mining planet hold too many secrets, and my mission is to bring these secrets back to the surface, especially those concerning the whereabouts of the mutants.

The moment I took my first step into the underground tunnel, a suffocating feeling enveloped me. The air in the tunnel was a mixture of dampness, decay, and an unknown smell, as if some decayed life was slowly reviving deep within.

The filtering system inside the helmet could not completely block out this feeling of oppression. When the faint light passed through the wall, strange carvings on the rock could be vaguely seen. Those carvings did not seem to come from any known mining tools, but more like marks left by the claws of some reptile.

My battlefield AI assistance system, Ms. Katarina, constantly reminded me to pay attention to my surroundings. "Unusual fluctuations in the presence of abnormal organisms. Increased vigilance is advised." Its voice was calm and gentle, but in this narrow and deep tunnel, a subtle sense of anxiety rose in me.

As we went deeper, the tunnel's structure began to take on a strange character. The once regular bracing and incision marks gave way to crude, inhuman carvings, and a strange pattern gradually emerged on the walls: twisted lines intertwined, as if telling a story of alien mathematical logic. These patterns twisted and stretched, seemingly alive, until they completely covered the tunnel's interior, seemingly depicting something.

These things made me feel strangely uneasy, as if some heavy shadow was weighing on my shoulders. After my prosthesis sensed my abnormal emotional fluctuations, it automatically injected some sedatives into me, allowing me to divert my attention and continue the mission.

There were some sounds ahead that sounded like biological activity, so I activated my stealth array, lowering my heat and energy signature and sneaking deeper.

Soon, the road under my feet became wider, and the smooth textured ground replaced the loose rocks. It was clearly not naturally formed, but more like someone had specially expanded it.

I recorded everything here one by one. These seemingly abandoned mines have been transformed into well-connected and extremely spacious, like an underground living area.

A huge cave appeared in front of me. I dived into the center of the cave and found that there was an altar built with metal and unknown materials, one old and one newer.

The old one looked like the form of the human God-Emperor of the state religion, but this human emperor in golden armor was a little strange, as he actually had four hands.

Another newly built one houses a sculpture of a giant space dragon that looks like Io, but it also has four arms, an extra pair of eyes, and a long tongue.

The bald mutants, their more severely mutated relatives, and ordinary people without any mutations were kneeling around, chanting an unsettling rhythm. Even though my helmet filtered out most of the sound, I could still sense the strangeness hidden in the words.

Suddenly, a strange alien creature appeared above the altar: a narrow skull, a high forehead, and a bestial face with a large, fang-filled mouth, from which jutted a tongue the length of its torso. Its body was slender and sturdy, covered in a hard, smooth carapace that was typically a dark purple. The creature was bipedal, standing in a hunched posture, and possessed two additional pairs of arms: one human-like, the other with tearing claws.

"Ms. Katarina" analyzed the creature. "Some highly aggressive alien entity, suspected to be the primary cause of the unusual conditions here. Warning: Target area is extremely dangerous."

I sensed something was wrong and prepared to leave quietly, but the monster seemed to have sensed something. Immediately, the other mutants stopped chanting, turned their heads, and all their eyes were focused in my direction.

Even with my cloaking array still functioning, I felt as if they could see through everything.

Without hesitation, I threw the electromagnetic pulse and sound, light and gas mixed confusion bomb. After testing, this bomb can paralyze the sensory organs of almost any sensitive alien creature.

A high-intensity electromagnetic pulse and disruptive sounds, lights, and smells instantly filled the entire space, disrupting all electronic equipment and biological sensors for a short period of time.

The mutants and their monster leader let out shrill roars. As if enraged by some force, they rushed towards where I was originally.

Subsequent records show Van Helsing retreating while fighting his way through the mutants and alien monsters that stood in his way.

High-energy jets from plasma launchers and electromagnetic rifles tore through the mutants' bodies, but this did not stop their offensive.

Their limbs were incredibly flexible, and they clambered over the surrounding and upper cave walls, crawling towards me at a hair-raising speed.

Helsing's records describe the on-the-spot analysis of these creatures:

"Katerina, analyze the behavior patterns of these creatures."

"Their actions are coordinated by certain pheromones and activated genetic instincts, forming a collective consciousness, similar to the structure of an ant colony or a beehive."

"Collective consciousness? Where is the source?"

"It may be related to that alien creature."

I killed the alien monster with plasma, and the other mutants seemed to be unable to see me. I continued to move quickly out of the tunnel. Just when I thought I was safe, a deafening roar came from the depths of the cave.

The next moment, an even larger creature emerged from the shadows. It was a monster with mixed human and insect features, with a large yet slender head and four extremely sharp claws.

This thing was more threatening than any fighting creature I had ever seen. I barely had time to think before it knocked me to the ground with a single claw.

Although the automatic defense mechanism of the individual shield was activated and offset a lot of damage, there was still a crack in my power armor.

I struggled to stand up, but felt a sharp pain in my chest. Its tongue pierced my armor, and a cold liquid flowed into my body.

A whisper began to echo in my mind, trying to induce me to put down my weapons and join their "harmony." I immediately activated the high-stimulation drug injection in my prosthetic body, forcing myself into combat mode.

"Katerina, give me a battle plan."

"It is recommended to use manual detonation of high-explosive grenades to create an area collapse and forcibly interrupt enemy operations."

I struggled to lift my hands and tossed the last bomb into the cave behind me. Then, I cranked the plasma launcher to full power and fired at the monster. The burst of energy ripped through its exoskeleton, and its shrill scream as it died nearly ripped my eardrums apart.

The moment the high-explosive grenade exploded, the cave began to crumble. With my last remaining strength, I stumbled towards the exit. The roaring behind me was gradually muffled by the collapsing rock, but the strange pull still echoed in my mind.

When I finally fell to the ground in the sunlight, the federal rescue team arrived.

"Quick...seal the cave..."

This investigation record ends here, and the Federation is preparing to use force again.

67, Engineering minus

"Engineering point -4000, goodbye."

This is the Fourth Disaster's final eulogy to the alternative underground civilization.

.........

Van Helsing's overly detailed report revealed a biological warfare plot by a hostile alien civilization.

"The planet of faith explodes into a heretical cult, the call for purity explodes into a genetic infection, and what's next? Claiming to be the Emperor ruling the line of succession, only to discover there's a second Emperor?"

After once again denouncing the empire's grassroots governance, Tesesin approved the proposal to fully militarize the planet and conduct research on this modified organism.

The Federation's army then surrounded the planet and captured a large number of samples for research.

After an in-depth investigation, the truth emerged: these mutants were not natural mutations, but servants of an invading advanced biotechnological civilization: we tentatively named them hybrid gene stealers.

Their ancestors had been infected by cunning alien creatures called Genestealers during the Imperial Era, and transformed into tools of infiltration warfare through genetic invasion.

Their mission is to hide in human society, gradually spread the genetic infection, and secretly worship the "Zerg civilization" so that when the time is right, they can summon the Zerg to come and occupy their planet.

Anatomical studies of captured purebred Genestealers revealed the characteristics of this species and the process of the establishment of the "Genestealer Cult". They are simply a dangerous biological special warfare weapon.