Relaxed/humorous/no heroine
The author has been having fun with Fertility recently and decided to write about going crazy.
Li Ang, a Ph. D. In history from University of C, spent six years developing an AI time travel machine. His wish was simple: to travel through ancient times and see how centralized emperors governed the world.
The AI assistant "Baodou" accurately understood the keyword "Emperor" - and sent him to the Golden Throne of Warhammer 40K, directly penetrating into the brain of the human emperor.
Good news: There is an emperor here. Bad news: The Emperor has been sitting on the toilet for ten thousand years, using his soul to carry the whispers of Chaos throughout the Warp.
Better news: Leon's thinking background sound can neutralize chaos interference. After a long silence, the emperor decided to keep this mental white noise machine.
The most outrageous news: The Emperor detected a warm and maternal consciousness in the warp, and the first words he said were: "Wake up, my child."
Li Ang was furious on the spot: "Lian Ma?!"
As a result, the most powerful psyker in the human empire and the most protective Void Mother in the Star Wars universe started a cross-server chat across the two universes under a social animal translator who traveled through a consciousness pop-up window. The Emperor imitated Lian Ma's concern for the Space Marines, and was so frightened that the Chapter Leader wrote a suicide note all night; Leon summoned a battle armor to attack Chaos, and was called the "Iron Bodhisattva" by the Astra Militarum, and was suspected of being a heretic by the Inquisition.
As for what the emperor and Lian Ma talked about in private for three hours on an encrypted psychic channel, Li Ang still doesn't know. He only remembered the emperor's words:
"Your throne is a toilet, I have remembered it for ten thousand years."
Reader comments
A more serious Hammer article, I like to retain the humanity of the emperor. Come on, wife of the author!
A more serious Hammer article, I like to retain the humanity of the emperor. Come on, wife of the author!