Over a long period of time in the past, even from the beginning of the Dark Ages, a large amount of recovered ancient knowledge was sent back by thousands of expeditions across the galaxy and continuously converged into this room, despite the overwhelming flood of information. In the future, every nameless servant in the big library will still carefully record and file this knowledge blindly and continuously, and repeat these bureaucratic administrative tasks day after day, but easily forget or Not caring at all about the value of the information they heard until old age.
The scribes, who had no awareness or even the inclination to question the tasks assigned to them, shuffled the same distance from their homes every day between the trampled colonnades without questioning. , contemplate or perform their duties with reverence.
But Ada Lovelace is different. She can observe and learn. Although there are very few modified parts on her body, it does not prevent her brain from operating at an efficiency beyond that of ordinary people.
Supercritical space computing is a structure she came up with after several years of research to improve the operating logic of the Thinker computer.
This architecture enables a single cogitator computer and the entire array to operate at 30% efficiency over existing architectures.
Her original intention of designing this structure was just to make her work easier and faster.
To put it simply, she wanted to be lazy.
But looking at it now, the cost of laziness seems a bit too high.
After emerging from the musty darkness of the Technical Archives, the sky was bright white.
The dazzling light of the day blinded her, and the sun hung like a hazy ball of light among the broken clouds dyed with strange colors.
Zhao-Arkada is not a benign world, it was settled and developed by a Martian expedition team in the late Dark Age of Technology - a fleet that may have accidentally strayed off course.
The planet's atmosphere is highly toxic and its surface is covered in dense rainforests, but human settlers still managed to conquer the world.
In the first satellite connection, Zhao-Akadar successfully achieved the establishment of a self-sufficient and functional forge world.
In the second connection, three satellites were occupied by explorers.
Soon after, Zhao-Arkadar managed to expand further, establishing several outposts on outlying planets.
Now, a civil war between two forge cities devastated the planet, but it managed to survive.
During the Great Crusade, the Thousand Sons Crusade discovered Zhao-Arkadar and ruthlessly assimilated it into the growing empire.
The newly arrived Space Marines successfully fought off the alien invaders that had plagued Zhao'Arkadar for centuries. After that, the Thousand Sons Legion and the Forge World established a close cooperative relationship, and Zhao-Arkadar was responsible for the fifteenth The legions provided war supplies.
During the Horus Heresy, Zhao-Arkadar joined the Thousand Sons and fought at the Burning of Prospero, for which the Empire declared them traitors, but was spared due to the Istvaan Incident. punish.
At the end of the Heresy, some forged an alliance between Zhao-Arkadar and the Traitor Warmaster, while others wanted to isolate Zhao-Arkadar from the entire galaxy.
But Zhao Akada still struggled through the long years that followed, and has survived until now, but has been completely marginalized and reduced to a seemingly insignificant small forging world.
But the mechanical cultists above are not willing to be left alone. They are still working hard to restore the planet to its former prosperity.
Ada Lovelace's boring job was part of it.
She had always longed to have her own research laboratory, but this dream was ruthlessly crushed.
The escorts led her through dark streets full of steam, oil, and noise, toward an unknown destination.
Their destination was a landing platform, and on top of it sat a starship surrounded by fog, its hull still hot and groaning from the pressure of entering the atmosphere.
She was taken into the huge cabin and pushed to the floor.
The Defenders moved to their assigned positions, locking them to the deck with magnetic locks.
With a violent roar and a sudden vibration, the starship rose into the sky, and Lovelace fell to the ground due to the violent rise.
A sense of fear enveloped her whole body, and when the ship's hull suddenly tilted violently, she had to hug an overhanging pillar tightly.
The idea of leaving her birth planet suddenly hit her, and she felt extremely panicked by the idea that it was far beyond her cognition.
After scolding herself for not being timid about such a thing, the fear in her mind subsided.
She felt a knot in her stomach and realized just how hungry she was now.
The roar of the starship became louder and louder, and the vibrations of the ship's body became more and more violent. She even suspected that the spacecraft was about to disintegrate.
Finally, the noise changed its pitch and the starship began to level, moving through the void at unimaginable speeds.
At the moment, she is traveling on a starship.
After thinking wildly for a while, she now wanted to know where they were going, why the Apologists had brought her out of the dungeons of the library, and what on earth did they want to do?
Strangely, she was not afraid of this unusual voyage, but she attributed this to the mystique of the trip that overshadowed any wariness.
Over the next day or so, her escorts withstood her every attempt to communicate, in addition to ordering her to eat and drink.
Even though it was all artificial, chemical-based food, she still devoured it voraciously—the only pity was that there wasn't even margarine.
During the journey, they never left the original locking point, standing motionless like a mute caregiver. She had no other pastime except studying their appearance.
Each of them looks tall and strong, with huge muscles due to genetic modification, and a variety of weapons and enhancers implanted in their bodies.
Chiseled cables and wires of various colors ran through their burqas and into their flesh through plugs embedded in their skin.
She had seen Apologists before, but she had never seen them at such close range, and they reeked of the unpleasant stench of rotting flesh, engine oil, and rancid sweat.
Lovelace has also heard about the deeds of this kind of warriors on the battlefield, and even read reports about their combat. There is no doubt that they are the most direct and cruel war machine, whether it is for themselves or for others. to the enemy.
