Doraemon for an imperfect world

And if there is no...

Om Messiah, he would rather be consumed by the Warp.

But having said that, as a seeker and explorer, he sincerely hopes that he can complete the voyage in the warp without the protection of Geller's position.

So, under the paranoia of the diligent scholar, the ship began another warp voyage.

"The blue God of All Machines?"

Si Ke Si stood in front of the window and began to assume that the other party was really the incarnation of the Om Messiah... It was just an assumption, a guess based on the reminder of the machine spirit, nothing more!

The blue figure said that they should reflect here.

So what exactly does He want us and others to reflect on that would lead to the creation of such a lifeless world?

She recalled the attitude of the blue being, the anger it showed when the Castellan mechas trampled on lives.

As she was thinking, the iron curtain covering the porthole was slowly retracted. Si Ke Si calculated the sailing distance based on the stars outside and immediately came up with a data that surprised her.

Just as she was pondering the true purpose of the blue shape, the scenery outside the window suddenly became blurred. The entire ship seemed to have fallen into the deep sea. Only black and white remained outside the porthole, flowing silently in the empty, monotonous and lifeless world.

"here it is?"

Sikos was stunned for a moment, and then the machine spirit that was constantly spitting bubbles from her body gave her answer:

[Subspace! This is the Subspace, hailing the blue god of all machines!!!]

Subspace...space!!!

Wait? This is the Warp? Where does Geller stand?

Ahhh why don't you open the Geller position——

At that moment, Sikos's entire body was twisted in fear, and she seemed to have transformed into a famous painting from ancient Terra:

The Scream: Six Limited Edition

——Dividing——Line——

ps: Our company has a very stupid rule, that is, the way to clock in for work is not to swipe the card, but a group of people get together and upload a photo of themselves making a V sign with their hands. To be honest, I felt so hopeless at that time, as if I were a heroine in a book who had just been stuffed into a puff by a yellow-haired man.

Who made this weird rule?

What's even more bizarre is that the four words "Hedgehog Cat" (botao) and "turbulent" (rongyong) are actually harmonious words when combined. I'm curious what's wrong with these four words. Could it be that they thought of breasts when recording the harmonious words?

Volume 1: Chapter 31: The True God of All Things

I want to die, die, die, die...

Si Ke Si had imagined the scene of her own death more than once, such as being killed by the enemy in a rebellion, failing to pass the examination to become a priest and being destroyed and turned into nutrient solution, or dying from some other strange thing.

But she never thought that she would encounter such a thing as entering the subspace directly without opening the Geller stance.

ahhh-

……Eh?

Seems okay?

She lowered her head in a daze, and stretched out a pair of flesh and blood arms from under her red robe. Although the arms were sickly pale due to years of lack of sunlight, they did not show any mutations or related tendencies.

She performed a self-examination of her body. The alchemical injection that replaced her blood was still circulating intact in every blood vessel. The heavy pressure storage coil behind her was still storing and generating energy normally, and the brain circuit was functioning well...

Final self-test result: everything is normal.

Could it be because I haven’t been in the subspace for too long?

This made her feel a little relieved, but she soon curled up against the wall in melancholy, looking helplessly at the monotonous and empty subspace outside the porthole.

She could guess that the reason for not opening Geller's position was the fanatical attempt of a high-ranking priest. The followers of Om Messiah have always been determined to seek the truth at all costs, and it is obvious that she is one of those who can be disregarded.

When she was crushed by higher-level power and authority, she was actually not much different from ordinary people.

...ordinary people?

Sikos suddenly thought of the blue figure's rage when he saw the Castellan mechas treating life as nothing. He denounced the unreasonable act of depriving others of their lives, claiming that machines were created to make people's lives better, and issued an order to turn them into fire-fighting robots.

As Sikos was thinking, the machine spirit behind her was still fanatically calling out that name, the blue Om Messiah.

If... just if, if that really was the incarnation of the Om Messiah, then everything would make sense.

Does the fact that there is no life in this world mean that Om Messiah wants them to realize something from their daily disregard for life?

She once again recalled the words spoken by the blue figure when she was exiled to this world:

"Anyway, you should just reflect on yourselves here first."

Her brain circuits began to calculate at maximum efficiency, analyzing the potential implications of each word:

This sentence begins with "In short", which means that it is not targeting itself but the sum of all the actions of the Mechanicus in the past, expressing the great determination of Ohm Messiah to judge the entire Mechanicus.

The two words "you" concisely express the group of people who are under judgment. This "you" does not refer to yourself and others, but to all the followers who have violated the path of the God of All Things.

"It's right here." It reveals a scene of trial and test. The so-called here may not only refer to another universe that is opposite to reality, but also their own here, the flesh and blood that cannot be separated, and the proof of being human.

The word "first" is the finishing touch, expressing that Om Messiah does not want to exile them permanently, but is ultimately merciful, and therefore allows them hope and the possibility of returning in the future, showing the great sentiment of Om Messiah's mercy and holiness.

"Reflect carefully" is the purpose of their exile, which shows that this is not a simple punishment but a gift. People can grow through reflection, and they must also correct their past mistakes before returning to the glory of Om Messiah.

The last "吧" is the finishing touch. Just one word ends and sublimates the whole sentence. It summarizes the whole text and serves as an auxiliary word to summarize human nature.

He is indeed the Om Messiah.

Si Kesi, I understand.

When the spaceship returned to the planet called Randan, perhaps due to the protection of Om Messiah, they did not show any mutation or corruption. Si Ke Si stayed on the planet alone, leaving the others to continue trying to get to the truth of this world like headless flies. Some priests with bigger hearts have even begun to plan to pick up various unclaimed relics and technologies in this deserted world. However, since this world does not have the light of the star to guide them, Si Ke Si thinks they should not be able to get far.

She ignored the doubts of others because she suddenly realized that she was the only one who could understand the deep meaning of the blue shape and she was the only one chosen.

Therefore, since he created such an uninhabited world with the power of God, but insisted on preserving man-made buildings in it, there must be a deep meaning behind it. She will personally go to those places where she has never stayed before to pay homage to the footprints of God.

Si Ke Si walked step by step towards the huge passage elevator, started it and took it to the lower nest.

Though sealed, no portal can stop a devoted follower of the Machine God if she's desperate enough.

What's more, the blockade of the elevator is actually not complicated. It even made Si Kesi feel that this level of blockade was designed to facilitate opening the door in case of rebellion in the lower nest.

She didn't care about these things, but walked here silently.

According to the records of the Empire, the workers of the Lower Hive need to maintain heavy labor every day to provide the entire hive with electricity, food, clothing and other products to maintain the most basic living security. Therefore, they are extremely devout in their faith in the Emperor. As residents of the Lower Hive, the only thing they can be thankful for is that they were not born in the Lower Hive, which is full of criminals, gangs, mutants, aliens and other blasphemous existences.

But everything before my eyes was completely the opposite.

The streets were clean and tidy, without any signs of disturbance. Not far away there was a high platform with a large amount of food piled up casually. The food gave off an aroma that was impossible to be found in the lower nest, as if they were not worried about anyone coming to snatch it away - no, that's not right. After careful observation, Sis finally confirmed that the only reason why these foods were not worried about being snatched away was that they were distributed to others for free.

So after their most basic survival needs were met, these people who were supposed to riot immediately became docile.

In the lower nest, Sikos devoutly inspected and observed this supposedly bitter and cold land like a pilgrim, and then continued to move towards the darker and deeper bottom nest.

After a long journey through various garbage dumps and waste, she finally found evidence that the gods had once stayed here.

It was a rice field, a rice field that shouldn't have existed.

Vigorous vitality emerged from it, and water from nowhere irrigated it. Crops that even the most outstanding genetic sages could not design were undergoing a rapid cycle of birth and death. Sikos's detection array detected the existence of a mechanical structure in it, proving that it was not a product that simply violated physical common sense but a manifestation of the great wisdom of the Mechanical God.

Then, there is only one truth.

This was a fact that she should have discovered long ago but had never dared to admit.

From the mediocrity of thought, Om Messiah saves us.

The circuits protect us from the lies of the pagans.

Silica purifies us from the temptation of minced meat.

Yes, she should have known.

"Oh, O Messiah."

She finally knelt down devoutly on the ground, kneeling before the true miracle, and together with the machine spirit behind her, she praised the merciful god, praised the faith that they should have followed but deviated from, and praised her humanity that had not yet been alienated and distorted by machines and technology.

Praise the blue god of all things.

Volume 1: Chapter 32: The Price of Loyalty

"Oh, an emergency?"

Vladimir Hakonnen calmly walked into the secret passage under the protection of his guards, and was not moved at all.

This level of variation had always been part of his plan, and he even planned an assassination operation organized by his allies in the dark. According to his idea, those Eldar aliens should openly invade his territory and plunder a large number of slaves - and the many clues he prepared afterwards would put the blame on the Atreides family for all of this, along with the aliens that had descended from their nests.

He didn't care what the consequences would be, what losses a war would bring, or how many people would die.

He only cared about one thing, something that was rightfully his:

——The power of a planetary governor.

Sixty years ago, when he had just turned twenty-one, he had used all sorts of schemes and calculations to kill his brothers and sisters during the war. He even strangled his own father to prevent the emergence of any illegitimate children. In order to prevent the Astra Militarum from seizing power, he deliberately blew up a key bridge, forcing Captain Atreides and his army to suffer more casualties.

They should all have died in battle, and then they should have reaped the fruits of victory, and for this they should have been rewarded by the Empire and given a certificate of appointment as the planetary governor... That's how it should have been!

But that damned Captain Atreides luckily survived with his two hundred remaining soldiers and easily seized what rightfully belonged to him!

To do this, he had to plan for another sixty years.

"What exactly is going on and who is our enemy?" he asked elegantly.

"It's unclear at this point, sir, but what is certain is that nearly all of the mechanical priests still serving us were involved in this incident." The attendant looked at his calm master with admiration. "According to the on-site personnel, they seemed to be fighting some alien creatures, but then, for unknown reasons, the Castellan mechas suddenly lost control and were killed by a priest himself."

"Oh." Vladimir nodded and said casually, "Have the Star Language Court send another message to Mars and Huangquan No. 8, saying that a powerful alien has appeared here, and the equipment they have can forcibly control the creations of the God of All Machines."

"Ah?" The attendant was stunned for a moment. "But, lying about military intelligence..."

Lying about military intelligence?

Vladimir dismissed this. He had never lied about military intelligence. He had only exaggerated it a little to lure the Mechanicus into his trap.

The more chaotic the situation is, the easier it is for him to fish in troubled waters. Even if he is questioned later, he can just claim that it was a misjudgment. Could it be that the Mechanicus would harm the planetary governor because of a wrong judgment?

Of course, to the outside world, he still gently patted his subordinate's shoulder, his expression firm and sad:

"It doesn't matter. As long as we can get reinforcements as soon as possible, the people in this world will suffer less. I will take care of anything that happens in the future." Vladimir was secretly pleased with his acting skills. "As for those soldiers who unfortunately died, they died in uniform, so I have an obligation to take care of their families. I will triple the pension. If any of the martyrs' families have difficulties in life, remember to bring them to my palace and provide for them. That is what they deserve."

"My lord!" The man's eyes widened, his teeth trembling as he gritted his teeth. He then nodded solemnly, looking ready to die at any moment. He knelt down with the others, "I understand, my lord. Before that, we will never let those heretics who have betrayed the Divine Emperor harm you, even if it costs us our lives!"

They swore their loyalty, as if they could rush into the cruelest battle at any time because of his words, and smooth out every frown on his brow with countless blood.

Vladimir was intoxicated by this power. This was the power of wisdom. It only took a few words to make people swear allegiance to death, and the effect it created was far better than thousands of bloody battlefields.

Vladimir knew that he was wise, a wisdom that others could not understand. This innate wisdom once made it difficult for him to communicate with others, until he learned not to regard others as his own kind, but simply as stupid livestock.

Therefore, he has always been dismissive of the so-called "superior virtue appears foolish" in the Book of Holy Words. He also despises the so-called faith from the bottom of his heart. He is loyal to the Emperor, but he is only loyal to the strength displayed by the Ten Thousand Armies that are blindly loyal to the Golden Throne. He has witnessed with his own eyes how elite the army that can conquer the starry sea is. It is the foundation for the entire empire to survive for thousands of years in the storm. He also knows that he cannot be their enemy.

But, he can use this power.

Just a small information gap is enough to manipulate it.

But even so, it would still take more than ten years for an empire of this size to receive substantial reinforcements. He knew that he had to learn to be patient and lie dormant.

But at this moment, an intermittent voice suddenly came from the communicator:

"Sir, please be careful, alien..."

After saying that, the other side completely fell silent.

The equipment was not damaged and the communication was normal, so the other party probably did not use large heavy weapons.

Vladimir continued to run in the secret passage without saying a word, and his pace increased slightly.

After a while, someone else picked up the intercom and said, "Sir, we can't hold on any longer. I'm very sorry to have betrayed your trust. I will do my best to distract them."

What a bunch of useless trash.

Although thinking this, Vladimir did not show too much dissatisfaction - things had come to this point and no matter how angry or critical he was, it was useless, he would not do such a meaningless thing.

"Don't underestimate yourself. You've tried your best." Vladimir forced a sad expression and said, "If you tried your best but failed, it's not your fault. Try to survive. Even if you surrender, it doesn't matter. I won't pursue the matter, and your family will receive the treatment they deserve."

"No!" As if provoked by these words, the other party suddenly shouted with full energy, "I will never surrender! Lord Vladimir! I swore allegiance to you until death!"

"...I am proud to have a subordinate like you, noble warrior."

What an idiot, just a few words would make him pay with his life.

Vladimir hung up the phone triumphantly, and the servants around him separated tacitly. This secret passage had a total of 729 branches, and only Vladimir himself knew where these branches led to, and those places were dead ends full of dangers.