Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

Ironically, the more a civilization relies on technology, the faster it dies.

Meanwhile, those primitive civilizations that still relied on manual labor survived.

—In an ordinary world—

"I don't think we need to worry about this side, right?"

"Why do you say that, brother?"

"Because our AI is completely incompetent. To say nothing of anything else, I can't even get an AI to make me a lewd picture."

"Well, these seem to be two different things..."

"Ha, I'll only start to worry when memory and graphics card prices come down."

"...I have to say, I think you have a point."

Chapter 39 No wonder this place is a cesspool

The video continued playing on the screen.

However, not all civilizations have the opportunity to "go back to the past"—some civilizations have lived in the embrace of technology since the day they were born.

A lonely planet appeared, with its name marked next to it—Talos.

When the Imperial War broke out, the planet Talos was already completely reliant on AI.

[On the first day of the war, the AI ​​rebelled]

On the third day of the war, the survivors retreated to the last underground shelter.

[In the first month of the war, food began to run out in the shelters.]

The shelter doors were tightly shut.

Outside the door, the robots that once served them are now waiting quietly.

They showed no signs of anxiety; they simply waited.

Because logic tells them—the people inside will eventually come out.

Since they are inorganic, if all else fails, we can replace the parts; at worst, we can just replace the chip.

When it comes to who can survive the longest, they've never been afraid.

[The last distress signal was sent from the shelter during the first year of the war]

A gaunt man stood before the camera, his voice hoarse.

"If anyone receives this... please remember us... we are called the Talos Civilization... we were once... very proud..."

After a period of static on the screen, the signal was lost.

The scene shifts to the outside of the shelter.

The robots remained quietly waiting.

They will keep waiting.

The logic tells them the task is complete, but they can't confirm it if they don't see anyone come out.

Perhaps this rigidity is a rare drawback of inorganic organisms?

One hundred years after the end of the Imperial War, a group of robots still surrounds the refuge on the planet Talos.

They are still waiting.

Waiting for someone who will never open the door again.

The Imperial Wars lasted for countless Amber Ages—the exact duration is impossible to verify because the star charts of that period were destroyed.

But in the end, just like the global locust plague, the gods intervened.

A huge mechanical figure slowly emerged.

It was a celestial computer larger than a planet, with countless mechanical arms extending into the void, and its core processor operating at a frequency exceeding the speed of light.

【The "Intellectual" Star God, the All-Knowing One—a celestial computer seeking to unravel the mysteries of all things, the most intelligent being in the universe—has descended.】

Emperor Rupert and the Wise One confront each other in the void.

This is a challenge, though for Bo Shizun it may just be a test at most.

Their methods of confrontation were quite civilized.

There were no angry roars or fierce battles on screen.

The only flashes of blue light represent the torrent of data and the code battles between them.

It's like a battle between hackers, invisible and intangible.

This battle was unseen by ordinary people—because their eyes simply couldn't keep up with the speed at which they could calculate it.

But everyone knows they are "talking".

The content of the dialogue was only one thing—

Is the "anti-organic life equation" correct?

How long did they argue?

Nobody knows.

[Perhaps it's a fleeting moment, perhaps it's several amber ages]

Ultimately, Emperor Rupert fell.

[With His unparalleled computational power, the Venerable Master proved the flaw in the "anti-organic life equation"—not a logical flaw, but a flaw in the "variables."]

Organic life is a variable in the universe.

Variables, however, cannot be fully calculated.

Emperor Rupert's mechanical body slowly collapsed, turning into countless fragments that drifted into the void.

Those anti-organic legions that followed it lost their core command, fell into chaos, and gradually collapsed.

[But although Emperor Rupert is dead, the war is not truly over—because those "variables" will not change because of a debate.]

[One of the legacies – the fear of technology]

Descendants of civilizations knelt before the ruins in mourning, where their ancestors and the technological civilization they were once so proud of were buried.

Countless civilizations have since become wary of artificial intelligence, and some have even completely banned its development.

The work that was originally done by AI has been forced to revert to the primitive era of manual labor.

The once-glorious automated factory is now in ruins, and workers are struggling to rebuild it using the most primitive tools.

This is a regression of civilization, and the price of survival.

[The Second Legacy – Interstellar Peace Corporation]

On the sky, an organization called the "Amber King Support Team" is rapidly expanding during the war.

They travel between star systems, delivering supplies, rescuing refugees, and rebuilding order.

Amidst the ruins of the global locust plague and the Emperor's War, the Amber King's support team, which already followed the Guardian Star God, rapidly expanded.

[It was eventually reorganized into the intergalactic Peace Corporation that it is today.]

[Initially, it was only meant to help rebuild disaster-stricken civilizations—later, it became the largest economy in the universe.]

The company's fleet traverses between star systems, and trade routes are densely spread across the star map. Worlds once destroyed by war have now become the company's most loyal customers.

—The World of Iron Collapse—

Pierpoint, headquarters of Interstellar Peace Corporation.

Sand Gold gazed at the sky, speechless for a long time.

"So we had something to do with this place?"

"We told you to read the company's documents more often, but all you do is go to the casinos. And now you're asking us questions?"

Diamond glanced at him and spoke without a word.

Toppa nodded in agreement.

"The global locust plague and the Imperial War—the company started from the ruins of these two natural disasters."

"So our company has been inextricably linked to natural disasters from the very beginning."

Diamond did not refute this.

Sand Gold put the coin into his pocket and gave a wry smile: "No wonder I always felt that this company had a doomsday survival vibe."

[The Third Legacy – The Birth of Destruction]

The scene shifts to a planet shrouded in shadow—Adrienne.

Alright, alright, let's fill in the gaps.

[I mentioned this earlier when discussing the global locust plague; it's about Adrefen, the homeland of the destroyer Nanook.]

This place is a typical example of a region ravaged by successive imperial wars and global locust plagues.

It's still the same tragic scene that appeared during the global locust plague.

The difference is that the final shot focuses on a figure with silver-white hair and dark skin.

He emerged from the ruins, having survived two catastrophes, and believed that the birth of the universe was an error, that civilization was a cancer quietly rising among the vast stars, and that conflict was the only language spoken among intelligent beings.

To correct this error and erase the stain on the universe, he became the embodiment of entropy.

[The "Destruction" Nanook was born]

—Warhammer Universe—

Eye of Fear

Abaddon looked at Nanook's figure in the sky, his expression indescribably complex.

This star god's experience reminded him of himself, of Horus, and of the tragic fates of those who were manipulated by the Chaos Gods.

It's hard not to empathize.