After completing a series of preparations, Dietrian leaned forward so that the mirrors he had placed on the table could clearly illuminate the socket in his skull.
Every move was so careful, he peeled off the plastic patch with his left hand, and pushed back the intellectual core with quick and steady movements.
This step is the most important.
The electrical gap hissed in his head, and the click of it sliding into place echoed in the bones behind his nose.
“Omnisiah bless—”
Using the edge of a fingernail, he pressed the reset switch, which was hidden beneath the black and white mechanical work that adorned the top of the core.
Next, either he will be rewarded with a greater capacity for knowledge, or his brain will be thoroughly cooked from the inside out.
soon,
Red diode cavities lit up around the edges of the core.
After they formed a circle, they flickered and turned green.
Dietrian relaxed, grinning as he realized he had unconsciously tightened his skin as his intellectual core reconnected with his brain, adding useful readings to his field of vision. superior.
[Storage capacity reading shows 25%]
“It’s doubled, good!”
Dietrian clapped his hands lightly, then frowned.
He had no time to pack his tools and didn't even glance at them as he got up and left the room.
A stack of sacred stc templates are waiting for him to parse, and
He was already late.
Before he reached his destination, the display panel on his shoulder lit up——
"Dietrian, where are you?"
Loken's face appeared on the floating image screen, which was filled with blue shadows and merged with a large number of image writing lines.
The device is made of semi-active light-emitting diodes whose chemical components are collected from deep-sea bacteria, so the picture appears blue.
"I have arrived."
After passing several layers of security inspections, Dietrian strode into the technical hall.
It is a fifth-floor room fronted by a large, semicircular window that overlooks the scenery outside the monastery fortress.
On the left side of its field of vision, a large ground radar can be seen. It is like a flat, steel mirror, reflecting the glow of distant stars. The cable tube extending from the radar and restraining it is like a A shining silver needle.
Each level of the room is filled with control panels for protective automatons, and each is generously equipped with imaging equipment that emits the same, intense light at the moment.
In the hall, Loken, Faya, and biological technician Jiminy Ford were already waiting.
"Sorry, one minute and thirty-two seconds late."
Dietrian hurried up the third flight of stairs and quickly sank into the uncomfortable chair.
A three-dimensional pattern woven by light suddenly appeared around him, and a miniature all-stone ring bounced in front of him.
As the table felt his presence, the status readings of the huge stc memory were also activated one after another.
While the machine was blessing on its own, the prayers of the servitors were muttered from their speakers.
These STC memories are colored red, and their outer surfaces are rendered translucent to reveal the conditions of the secondary systems beneath them.
And the brainwave scanner used to connect was glowing with an unsettling orange glow.
Dietrian checked it some more, then pulled out a steel-sheathed communications cable and plugged it into a socket behind his ear.
All was well, except that the spring's retractor was coiled too tightly and the cable pulled annoyingly on the side of his head, forcing his neck into an uncomfortable position.
But now was not the time to worry about comfort. He divided his consciousness and distributed it among several consoles.
With the help of his superior intellectual core, the field of view of the eye in his mind was broken down into several quadrants. The top part of his field of view was occupied by a large number of state readings, while the lower half was divided into three images. fields, each of them showing a reading from one of the shelves.
"Be prepared."
Loken half-sung the words, and a stream of data-rich binary accompanied them.
Then, the four aimless servitors began to sing the hymn of the data flood. Under a silent command from Dietrian, the other two servitors added their rich voices to the singing. They chanted "Safety". Poem of the Secret Key.
The real world recedes, long words rolling past one side of Dietrian's field of vision, while the back-and-forth exchanges between other Tech-Priests are rendered into bright green text and a rapid, endless stream of zero-sum binary. The rapid movement of one.
Soon, a larger text panel flashed across his consciousness.
it stated, asking Dietrian to confirm receipt.
Electrical pulses ran uninterrupted, from the organic pathways of his brain to the nanowires grafted onto his nervous system and out into the machinery, confirming that he had received the message.
It's true at all, Wan Jishen created a miracle.
The biggest difficulty in parsing stc templates is that the programming language and recording mode used by ancient humans are different from all the program structures known to the Mechanicus today. Therefore, pure mechanical analysis is useless, and a "translator" is necessary. character of.
To put it simply, it is to arrange those ancient data into a structure that can be analyzed by the data instrument, and to correct some of the unrecognizable readings.
This is a highly difficult and risky project. Ancient humans' data methods had very low redundancy and a tight structure, which meant that the data flow per second could be ten or even a hundred times that of existing Mechanicus programs.
During this process, Dietrian's brain will immediately boil if there is a bad move.
Therefore, this kind of work often requires several sage-level technicians to operate at the same time.
But Dietrian has a high self-esteem, and he does not think that he is inferior to any technical sage, even though he has never really entered the orthodox Mechanicus system.
"Well--"
With a slight sting, Dietrian's world was involved in an infinite torrent of data, and the stc memory began to hum.
"Praise be to the God of all machines, praise to His messenger Omnisiah, praise be to Him the prime mover that He has transferred among us."
All servitors and members of the Adeptus Mechanicus began to praise.
Dietrian had no time to think about anything else. His split vision swayed back and forth, and the images divided into three parts became diverse.
If he wasn't paying attention, the conflicting inputs would make him want to vomit.
Then, he issued an analysis command, and the data flow ushered in a brief burst, but he could still bear it. The ancient data began to turn into binary codes that could be parsed by the instrument under the high-speed operation of his intelligent core.
During this process, Dietrian also had to pay attention to the temperature indicator from time to time.
Suddenly, Dietrian's nervous thoughts were suddenly refocused by the sound of an alarm bell.
The artificially synthesized sounds were loaded directly into the language center of his brain.
The grid showed that the originally smooth data flow suddenly began to fluctuate. This was what Dietrian was most worried about, which meant that the data was likely to be encrypted.
