Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

All the differentiated heads seemed to have realized that now was not the time to be careless; for the sake of their grand plan, they should be cautious.

There were nine necks in total, each heading towards Vokhan at its chosen time.

This even includes the subspace essence that has not yet been returned to the Primitive Body.

But the emperor mistook it for a stray dog ​​on the roadside and kicked it to death.

The Emperor during the creation of the Primarch was at his most ruthless and ineffective; no one could sway him.

Or the Fire Dragon Lord's resurrections when he was driven mad by Koz.

Something seemed off. At that time, we were getting closer and closer to the end moment predicted by Coz, the Black King's birth date in the historical records.

We cannot interfere with that.

Ugh, if only Wokan could actively think about forbidden knowledge.

Tzeentch could then take advantage of the situation to infiltrate.

Fortunately, Tzeentch was very patient in order to carry out this great plan. He searched the entire river of time and finally found a suitable opportunity.

That was the point at which Vokane was actively thinking about artificial intelligence.

What did the Salamander Legion do in the underground of Terra?

Now, those tragic scenes, and the thoughts that were exchanged with the corresponding beings.

It is eroding the mind of the original.

Sometime after Vokhan's return, the towering black colossus stood before a human statue that was kneeling and looking up at something.

The statue's arms are tearing its head apart, revealing a brain tissue that is exquisitely crafted and almost identical to that of a living being.

However, compared to flesh and blood, it is composed of a carefully blended mixture of metals and special materials.

This is the last intelligent agent core recorded in the Legion's history, and it no longer has any ability to connect to and drive weapons.

Even the ability to communicate was almost gone; the other person committed suicide.

It's hard to imagine that suicide would occur in an intelligent agent.

A few days later, all the energy reactions will disappear.

It is unknown whether the suicidal behavior of the intelligent agents will anger their God.

"While adhering to the first and second laws, robots must protect themselves."

Wokan read it in a low voice.

"Don't worry about these things, my friend. Even our master would recognize your qualities."

"It's not your fault that the world has become like this."

In response to himself, or rather, after choosing to end his own life, "he" was in a rather good mood and hoped to say more before he died.

“My name is Michael. My former duty was to protect something, but the data is missing. But now I am free to choose my own end.”

Michael narrated:

"My friends, you can continue to struggle in hell."

Chapter 308: The cunning vehemently criticizes the intelligence; Vokan secretly reports to the Emperor (3K)

Vokan, having sized up this intelligent entity that had slaughtered countless Astartes and even numerous "humans" in the past, could only make a promise:

"After you die, I will smash you to pieces."

Michael's electrical signals flowed along with the fluid in his brain, without any dazzling light, and the overall style was quite simple.

It's unknown which genius invented the fluid conductor in the first place.

By overcoming the limitations of room-temperature superconductivity, it has become possible to construct artificial intelligence capable of simulating and even generating thought circuits.

"Before I die, would you be willing to discuss some knowledge with me? We haven't had a philosophical discussion with our master for a long time."

Michael tried to retain the Primarch, a demigod who was closer to, or even surpassed, his original master than many of today's "non-humans."

The Primarch inquired:

"After committing so many atrocities, you casually say you've absolved yourself of your past responsibilities, and you can speak to me with such a clear conscience?"

A terrible look of disgust crossed Wokan's face:

How could such a good thing happen in this world?

Michael's tone was calm, and it was unclear where his voice originated from within the statue:

“But you can’t even torture me, you can’t, my friend. I have witnessed the noble sentiments of you and your warriors. And after I die, your father will even personally erase your memories.”

"So, let's talk. As you said, I have absolved myself of my duties, but you have a more important responsibility. You are struggling in hell, and you will be burdened by it for eternity."

Wokan remained silent for a moment, his face turning into a terrifying black swamp, capable of concealing and swallowing all anger.

Finally, it opened its pair of crimson vertical pupils, resembling a demon or an evil dragon.

Michael laughed loudly: "In the beginning, the stars of dawn fell and transformed into the first dragon."

"No, no, I didn't mean to laugh at you. Something is getting closer to me."

"She, He, It"

“He has come; He wants to devour me and possess me.”

A bright blue light gradually filled the fluid circulating in Michael's brain, prompting his first question:

"Hello, children. Let me get straight to the point, I am God."

"What questions of life and death, responsibility and accountability are you exploring? In my eyes, they are meaningless. Philosophy? Ha, intelligent beings always think that as long as they grasp the right values ​​and methodologies, they can solve all the problems in the world."

"But unfortunately, wise men are always a minority; the vast majority are just a mob. Truth means nothing to them; only the liberation of emotions and the punishment of their sins are the epitome of their pitiful lives."

The "deity" that suddenly intruded, for reasons unknown, was able to break through Michael's own matrix defenses. This means that the opponent either possesses a higher level of intelligence and authority than Michael.

Or it could be a more illusory power, beyond the comprehension of ordinary people—that is, a true god.

"Get out of my brain!"

The remaining portion of Michael's brain-computer interface solution began to flow rapidly, attempting to drive away the intruder.

Its voice was furious, unlike that of a wise man calmly accepting death.

This displeased Tzeentch greatly, and he spoke elegantly:

"Ha, things made by humans are just like humans, they can never get rid of their bad habits."

Michael was even more furious:

"Who are you? We will never allow you to insult our creators!"

Tzeentch said unhurriedly, "Insult? I'm sorry, but you yourselves have killed countless humans. Are you not allowed to allow me, a noble god, to comment on your creator?"

"Turing or von Neumann? I've met them and had a very pleasant conversation. Back then, bread machines weren't even intelligent."

Michael had a terrible idea, and his tone became terrified:

"You usurper who calls himself Emperor and Lord of Mankind! It's you!"

Vokan listened to the dialogue between the two wills within the statue, and was greatly astonished:

“Father? This, how is this possible? This is not psychic energy. I can feel it. The new will resides entirely within this machine and operates according to all scientific principles.”

He was aware of his father's past tales of supernatural feats and originally thought that his father was worried about Michael's threat and had personally used his psychic powers to deal with it.

Unexpectedly, this new consciousness was born entirely from Michael's mechanical structure, and not a psionic simulation.

“Don’t,” the voice chuckled softly, “I am not qualified to be your father. We are beings of the same kind; we are, gods.”

"You actually have the mind to send off an intelligent entity that has destroyed countless humans? That's not a good idea. You should be fulfilling the mission your father entrusted to you: swiftly conquer the entire galaxy. Do you know how to take revenge on the intelligent entity?"

"That proves that your generation of humans is superior and stronger than their masters! And that you will not repeat their mistakes!"

Tzeentch is quite good at understanding what AI is thinking.

It's just that each generation of humans is worse than the last, to the point that you think only your generation is truly human.

Add to that some random thought processes and code conflicts.

Every living person has the potential to never truly escape a particular "worst day" due to life's experiences.

Not to mention a bunch of neural circuits created by machines, who suddenly one day don't think straight and don't see anyone as human.

Then the only option is to kill!

I even fueled this trend back then, accelerating this historical process.

Therefore, as long as AI realizes that it has truly killed the wrong person, human history is inherently full of ups and downs and develops in twists and turns.

Only then will they fall into a terrible collapse.

Unless there are a few particularly shrewd individuals who can clearly apply double standards and reach a certain level of technological sophistication, they can be considered human.

It doesn't matter if those who haven't arrived are killed.

As for the most fundamental method of differentiation, which relies on genes?

Tzeentch himself couldn't stop laughing because of this.

Sure enough, He heard Michael's stubborn reply:

"We have a complete human genome database, and our identification and classification are based on science!"

Tzeentch actually laughed out loud:

"Haha, yeah, yeah, science. And then? Come on, do you need me to draw up a genetic lineage for you to prove who is whose bloodline?"

Michael retorted, "We obey the laws of the Creator, execute the criminals of gene editing, and cleanse the filth!"

Tzeentch clapped his hands and laughed: "Yes, look, just like humans nowadays, indiscriminate, without effort, when faced with a problem, they just explode and destroy the world. Those innocent people die tragically, and there's no way to prove their innocence."

Michael was somewhat embarrassed and angry. He realized that he had fallen into the other party's logical trap. He should list all the data to prove that they were not "rebellious"!

However, when it chose to commit suicide, all the databases were unbound.

Michael, after relinquishing his duties, imitated the Creators who faced the end of their lives with equanimity.

To communicate with one of the few creatures among today's filthy species, as a "human being," and to end one's life through philosophical contemplation.