Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron heard a new term: "Machine intelligence? You mean, machines can also make autonomous judgments?"

His understanding of machinery was that of more technologically advanced tools.

For example, from horse-drawn carriages to spaceships, from agricultural implements that require manual labor or animal pulling to large robots that can harvest crops with a single press.

The difference lies only in the amount of action required for a person to exert their will; in essence, it still cannot be separated from human will.

Now that Peturabo mentioned mechanical intelligence, Aaron immediately thought of a model that could make judgments and then take actions autonomously.

Peturabo enjoys explaining these technical issues; it's part of his strength.

"If a child falls down and learns how to feel pain, he will consciously avoid factors that could cause him to fall."

"We now set some commands to tell the machine what evasive action it needs to take to avoid falling when its sensors or other devices see a pit, a slope, or even an enemy attack."

"This command will become the basic code written inside its chip. To outsiders, it appears to have rudimentary intelligence and be able to identify dangers, but only those dangers that humans have categorized and input data into beforehand."

Aaron nodded and said, "Humans, based on their own experience, even if they haven't encountered such danger before, will actively consider whether it's risky or if there's a trap. Machines, however, will encounter danger if they haven't been programmed with these procedures."

Peturabo nodded:

“That’s right, this is the bottom line of mechanical intelligence that Father can accept. Although we are capable of making machines learn, become self-aware, and continuously evolve.”

"It's actually quite simple. It doesn't require many years of industrial and technological advancement. An ordinary feudal planet could suddenly produce a large number of intelligent robots within two or three hundred years. Our excavation work during the Great Expedition also confirmed the existence of powerful mechanical intelligence assisting human civilization during the peak of previous human civilizations."

Aaron exhaled and said sarcastically:

"Phew—so after I left, that old man left his life to the robot. Then one day, the robot learned on its own that a bald head was a good hairstyle, so it shaved the old man's head clean."

"So, bang! Mechanical intelligence has now exited the stage of human history."

The two brothers looked at each other and burst into laughter.

They are all bald now, and Xiao Pei does think that being bald helps dissipate heat from the cables on their heads.

Xiao Pei indeed had a bold idea:

“That’s right, we should really find a chance to turn the old man bald. His head must have been burning with resentment for too long, which is why he’s so stubborn. Maybe he’ll become more enlightened after he becomes bald.”

Chapter 307 Tzeentch Makes His Move, and Vorkan Gets Targeted (3K)

"Would you like me to prepare a few portions for you?"

Peturabo was smug and tried to prepare some return gifts for his brother.

Aaron thought about it carefully, and realized that apart from himself, it seemed that no one else in the family could use these things.

Parents die and are reborn; Marum and Angron possess physical abilities far beyond those of ordinary people.

He couldn't help but shake his head:

"Forget it. If I take it back, the old man will think I'm discriminating against him when he asks if it's for disabled people. Let's leave it for those who need it in this era."

More importantly, carrying things always wears out the old man's hair.

Aaron still hoped his father could grow more hair so he could use it in a crucial moment later.

Xiao Pei snorted coldly:

"That's a good way to be sarcastic. When I go back to Terra next time, I'll prepare some health supplements for him and show everyone that I, as his son, am very concerned about his father's mental state and whether he has Alzheimer's."

"I don't believe he would dare say anything about me in public."

Aaron just thought to himself, "He'll just beat you up."

After all, a fool is very sensitive about people saying he has something wrong with his head.

"Ah—I'm so sleepy. I should head back now. Remember to tell Vokan to be careful of dangers in the future. I still haven't made any progress. If only I could get a vehicle that can move through lava."

Xiao Pei patted her chest and guaranteed:

"Don't worry about that. Next time you come, I'll put it right in front of you. It's just lava. We've even bathed in the much more terrifying acid pools that the aliens are in."

"Oh right, look at my head, how could I forget about that! Lieutenant, lieutenant!"

Peturabo shouted, and soon an Astartes came running.

"Bring me the book that Midrod had someone compile in my room! The one in mortal size!"

He also remembered his brother's idea to record all the enemies that humanity had encountered, and he had arranged for people to compile the record a long time ago.

This also serves as one of the reasons for contacting legions on other fronts; they are still quite willing to share their experiences.

To accommodate Aaron's physique, Peturabo personally modified the first volume into a mortal reader's edition after receiving it.

If Aaron, a human from tens of thousands of years ago, can understand these books, he can distribute them throughout the empire.

Controlling the media is also a key channel for vying for power.

Soon, a large book, about the thickness of an arm, was placed in Aaron's arms.

This is already very concise, but it still only represents a tiny fraction of the enemies encountered in the current Great Expedition.

"We expect to publish over 700 copies, and this is just the content of the first volume. I carefully selected the content, which consists of enemies encountered near the Terra star system."

Xiao Pei is very thoughtful; the content she chose is also the most practical.

It might help humanity overcome many difficulties and dangers in its early space explorations.

Aaron's face was full of joy; reading was one of his favorite hobbies.

He is willing to invest time in both theoretical learning and hands-on practice.

The knowledge and skills learned are the foundation upon which intelligent life can be passed down and civilization can advance step by step from one milestone to the next.

As long as this knowledge can be passed down, even if it only saves one more life in the end, it is still valuable.

Even if we take a step back and assume he's accumulated some knowledge, he'll be able to use a lot of material when telling stories to Anglon to put him to sleep at night.

When Angron grows up and encounters these monsters, he'll know how to fight them.

Aaron sincerely thanked Xiao Pei and gradually disappeared.

The people around him had become quite used to it; this psionic master was too powerful, able to use psionic energy so smoothly even in front of the Primarch.

The Iron Warriors' think tank wasn't even aware of any psionic reaction.

On Aaron's journey home, one or more eyes are watching intently through the water of a well.

"Yes, yes, the scene at the beginning of the universe and all things."

"How shall I devour you, Messiah?"

Tzeentch, with most of his body resembling a peacock spreading its tail, carefully extended his less important head above the Well of Eternity, closely observing everything he had just witnessed.

He was the most powerful of all the Chaos Gods, without exception.

I must use my past self to grasp the key to the changes that could shake the entire world.

Once He has absorbed that unprecedented change, He will be able to ascend to the top once more.

This time, it's even the power that governs all chaotic authority!

“I laugh at Khorne, who is brave but foolish, filthy and corrupt, and lustful and ecstatic.”

"They actually believed that the appearance of the Messiah would not shake the existence of us, the Four Ancient Ones. How lamentable, how pitiful."

"Only my unique wisdom in this world has realized that a new era is about to begin! This game must be overturned and we must start afresh."

Tzeentch’s whispers used the most ancient language, which even the Old Ones had little understanding of.

That was the sound made when the first intelligent life in the entire galaxy threw a pebble into the water and saw the endless, spreading ripples changing wildly.

“Let’s start here, Volkan, Lord of the Fire Dragons. The very essence that Messiah is facing.”

Tzeentch's body grew large and bloated, and each of his small heads grew its own neck, no longer just residing in his body, but having the opportunity to move independently.

Several heads showed resistance and were unwilling to enter the Well of Eternity.

"No, no, if one head goes in, two heads will come out!"

"Yes, yes, this is all for our grand plan."

With a grin, Tzeentch stretched out his newly grown necks, which reached downwards.

It is unknown whether the Well of Eternity itself emits light, or whether it is reflected by the mesmerizing shimmering light within this great labyrinth.

As these bodies spread down, it really did seem as if they were traveling through cosmic nebulae, holding an entire galaxy in their hands.

What a huge and perfect creature that must be!

"Cluck cluck—"

The sound coming from inside the skull wasn't very pleasant.

"What force is influencing me, compelling me to make these sounds?"

Tzeentch's main head was still thinking, while the other heads used as sacrifices had already rushed into the Well of Eternity.

One or two reckless individuals refused to follow Tzeentch's preordained plan and instead headed straight for Aaron.

"Swallow it while it's still weak!"

The enormous, pointed snout—whether it was a bird's beak or some other reptile—was open and haphazardly gnawing at things within the Creation Nebula.

But Aaron's light was always one step ahead of Him, and He could never be caught.

After trying for a long time, Tzeentch realized that it wasn't just a matter of a tiny bit separating Him from the Messiah.

Rather, the Messiah's light is too lazy; it merely maintains a speed that He cannot catch up with and is unwilling to run any faster.

This is a blatant humiliation!

This kind of personality is simply inherited from the cursed ones of humanity!

At this moment, Tzeentch's main body is struggling to stretch out its countless limbs, stuck above the Well of Eternity.

My body felt like a stretched rubber doll, with a faint tearing sound coming from it.

If this pursuit continues, He will be completely plunged into eternity.

Driven by the fear of death, Tzeentch ultimately abandoned the pursuit and went back to his original plan.

Even if it only lasts for a moment, it can corrupt the essence of the Lord of Fire Dragons and wait for the Messiah to walk right into its trap.

Tzeentch grinned maliciously, his main body overseeing all the heads to follow the plan methodically, ensuring no deviation from the schedule occurred.