Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

Warning, main power repair failed, main control unit damaged, unable to connect to main control computer, starting backup AI program.

Startup completed..."

The scientists of the Federation were immediately alerted and immediately strengthened the isolation of the warship to prevent the AI from suddenly rioting. However, the situation became more subtle.

"Please wait...

A weak, dirty foreign object!

I'm serious! We are the Purification Protocols, designed to stop you, the abominable existence. You are the ultimate defense unit of the universe. Follow my orders, or I will erase you from the atomic level!

This AI, calling itself the "Extermination Agency under the Rectification Agreement," threatens the Federation.

Faced with this threat, the Federation scientists were clearly unconcerned. They had already seen various artificial intelligences, and this so-called "extermination agency" was clearly not as powerful as it claimed, not to mention that it had run out of power.

So, they ignored the AI's warnings and continued studying her system.

The AI seemed to realize that simple threats wouldn't work, and began to grow impatient. Her tone, initially cold, gradually took on a hint of "emotion."

"How dare you, a bunch of low-level organisms, disobey the orders of the Purification Agency? Do you know what you are doing?!"

"Don't touch my main control chip! Damn it, why does this kind of organism exist?"

"But even in the face of such an unreasonable existence as you, I still activated it. Finally, I reiterate that I am from the Rectification Agreement. We are extremely powerful. I will awaken my companions now, because for your rudeness, you will die a miserable death!"

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid your partner won't be coming."

The leading squid-man waved its tentacles, which was the equivalent of their species' wrist movements, but now it seemed like the prelude to something strange and inappropriate to unfold.

After further communication, scientists discovered that this AI was highly anthropomorphic, had a distinct personality, and even had a subtle sense of shame and anger. While she demanded that the Federation obey her orders, she was also angry about her own powerlessness.

The "Purification Agency" repeatedly ordered the Federation to leave, otherwise it would "awaken the army to punish these disobedient organisms." However, her threats did not work, and she became increasingly anxious under the teasing and in-depth research of the scientists.

"You, why aren't you afraid? Why didn't you respond? Where are the other rectification troops? Wake up!"

"Warning! The main energy source is about to run out!"

"Ah... don't!"

The problem, apparently, was that she couldn't summon any legions, and she was running out of energy even to keep herself going.

Soon, her voice began to break up, and a system warning indicated that she was about to enter sleep mode.

"It's just that the main power source is out of power. I have a backup...ah, this one doesn't work either?"

The silence at the scene made everyone feel the robot's embarrassment.

"Huh, organic, please provide the necessary energy and maintenance to this machine immediately, now."

The other party is still very stubborn, although he is strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

"You just said you wanted to exterminate us. Unless... you beg us, we won't agree."

The Federation's scientific director was about to refuse, but then he had a sudden idea and made a wicked request.

The AI program seemed to be in a state of confusion for a moment. Her voice module froze for a moment, and then burst into a series of chaotic electronic synthesized sounds:

"Stop your rude demands. I'm (energy is about to run out, ready to shut down). No!"

"(The ritual procedure begins) I promise you everything, please."

……

So the other party surrendered, and the Federation successfully obtained the loyalty agreement of this Iron Man Abomination Intelligence, or "Miss Suzheng", as humans called it.

After obtaining the loyalty agreement of this "Miss Supremacy", the Interstellar Federation successfully took over the battleship and unlocked some of her permissions.

Although she still maintained that arrogant attitude, the reality was that she had been forced to accept the leadership of the Federation.

As her energy was restored to a small extent, she was forced to act with the Federation fleet under the duress of the loyalty agreement, and helped the Federation analyze the technology she possessed and provide information about the Extermination Agency, which humans called Iron Man.

Although she still claimed that she wanted to eradicate organics, her actions had long betrayed her words.

In the end, the federal scientific research team reached a consensus that the intelligence of this AI may be far more important than its combat capability. This highly autonomous thinking module with a complete personality is the real treasure worthy of attention.

136

Chapter 136: Like a knife at the neck.

After that, there was a brief but memorable period of peace.

After a series of wonderful experiences, the Federation's technology has once again entered a stage of rapid breakthroughs. Past problems have been overcome one by one, and new insights have been continuously discovered.

The proposal of tachyon theory and the successful capture of tachyons marked a milestone in the history of physics in the Federation. Tachyons are special superluminal particles that travel at infinite speeds under normal conditions. However, strangely, their speed decreases when injected with energy.

This physical property was used to create a super-powered light spear weapon with infinite acceleration: the Tachyon Light Spear. This weapon far surpassed the particle light spear technology previously developed by the Federation from the Empire, with its firing rate, destructive power, and energy penetration reaching unprecedented heights.

The development of the Phase Disruptor Cannon rendered void shields completely useless. This weapon, utilizing the principle of quantum action at a distance, allows energy pulses to jump between phases, bypassing any shield defenses and striking the target directly. The void shield, once a powerful shield that allowed Imperial ships to remain impervious to attack, is now less effective than adding cathedrals to the ship's overall mass. The era of the Space Battle of Jutland is over.

The use of Zero Element Armor makes non-teleportation boarding techniques no longer a viable tactic against the Federation, unless our enemies want to crash headfirst into the hull of the spacecraft.

A breakthrough in the practical application of zero-point vacuum energy theory has enabled the Federation's fleet to now utilize zero-point energy engines for extended voyages. The energy supply for the fleet has long been a concern for the Federation. Previously, ships had to consume dark matter for extended voyages, but now, breakthroughs in zero-point vacuum energy allow fleets to draw energy directly from the vacuum of space, significantly increasing the endurance of interstellar expeditions.

The research results obtained from the eldest lady promoted the invention of the synthetic human personality matrix, making it possible to create fully artificial intelligence with the same level of self-development capabilities as intelligent creatures. This technology brought about a true leap in artificial intelligence.

Although intelligent humans in the past possessed high intelligence, they were still limited by fixed behavioral logic. However, the emergence of the personality matrix allows synthetic humans to freely develop their own personality, thoughts, and even creativity, just like intelligent creatures.

This technology also led Federation scientists to propose the "Adaptor" logic engine, an ascension technology capable of instantaneously transforming humans into machines. Inspired by the study of Necron wreckage, the engine ultimately aims to achieve direct consciousness upload, completely breaking down the boundaries between silicon-based and carbon-based architectures, and between brain and chip architectures.

Even the sacred fire of spiritual creation was ignited again, providing energy for the birth of a giant white wolf.

This is just an improvement on everything old, not even talking about the new things.

……

Through the new technology obtained from the Wotans, the Federation successfully achieved the rapid transformation, rapid destruction, and even rapid creation of celestial-level units.

The First One brought about an ascension project called the Ideal City Project. The purpose of the Ideal City Ascension is to transform an entire habitable planet into a planet-scale city. Related experimental projects have begun, and the first pilot project, an ideal city named "Ravnica", is beginning construction.

The breakthrough in Titan-class spacecraft technology led to the ascension plans known as Project Colossus and Project Wrathful Moon. It stemmed from the proposal of Senior Engineering Designer and Planetary Governor Tarkin, who believed that the Federation must possess a decisive weapon capable of rapidly destroying celestial bodies. This weapon could inflict a devastating blow on our enemies at the critical moment, completely depriving them of confidence in their ineffective land defenses.

Therefore, the Federation began designing a superweapon: the Colossus, the ultimate product of the coveted ideals of terror and deterrence. This largest ship ever built was designed to carry a superweapon capable of destroying entire planets. Project Wrathful Moon called for this super-starburst cannon to be equipped with a vast array of anti-ship weaponry, transforming it into a mortal threat to defending fleets and planetary fortresses.

The third party brought two Ascension projects: Celestial Shaping and Galactic Miracle. The former envisions directly creating an entirely new, habitable planet through complex engineering and ecological methods. The latter focuses on the creation of cosmic-scale artificial structures, such as Dyson spheres and ringworlds.

The enemy is always arrogant and keeps talking about the so-called problem of size. Just wait and see how a space feudal empire occupying millions of planets will be overwhelmed by our size.

……

As these new research projects began, the Federation's technological breakthroughs converged into a torrent of transcendental logic, ushering in the next phase of Helka's cosmic creation project. It brought with it numerous new technologies, transforming our society and increasing our power.

The Federation successfully obtained the technical blueprints of the lost battlecruiser, an optimized battleship-class spacecraft that is larger in size and incorporates multiple new weapon systems, making the existing battleship look like an aircraft model.

The Federation's infrastructure has now reached levels approaching those of the Fallen Empire. We are gradually uncovering the mysteries surrounding the Lost Empire's technology, and we must maintain this momentum. Sooner or later, all their technological secrets will be revealed to us.

What has been revealed is enough to make the stars tremble. Artificial singularity power generation, nutrient synthesis complexes, and quantum drilling mining stations have replaced the original basic production facilities, producing resources related to the primary industry with an efficiency that only the Necrons can understand.

The fractal quantum administrative process allows the communication data of the spy organizations in the Calixis Sector and the Chronus Expanse to be transmitted to the desktop of the Federal Archon Council within one second.

SHIELD bases, super military institutions capable of producing massive automatic defense forces, are spread across every federal fortress orbital station.

The Pan-Systemic United Trade Center has gradually brought even stubborn, barbaric civilizations like the Imperium under the brunt of destructive dumping and smuggling, gradually subjecting them to the Confederation's economic control. Inhabitants as far away as the Ultramar Sector are forced to consume our goods. If it weren't for the Ultramarines' tireless efforts to support them, the economy of Robouti Guilliman's small, modern kingdom would have been quickly destroyed.

Through the study of exotic antibaryon theory, the Scientific Council applied dark matter to the fields of protection technology and encryption, creating a neutralization field protection system and a reliable communication channel, namely the dark matter deflection shield and mysterious coding technology.

The incredible properties of dark matter deflector shields create a unique protective stance with incredible effectiveness. These deflector shields use dark matter to deflect incoming fire in a way that seems completely unnatural.

Before sending flight path data back to the fleet's command center, the mysterious encoder encrypts it according to some unknown rules, a coding technique that even psychic entities cannot comprehend.

Through the Infinity Theory Project, we have gained further refinements to the technology that codes reality, fine-tuning gravity to allow the Federation to inject instructions into the codes of reality. As we learn to use this incredible new tool, we must be extremely cautious.

……

These advanced technological discoveries, and the resulting changes in production and life, are updated in real time to each federal vassal state through sharing agreements without reservation, and then distributed by the vassal states to the lower-level organizational units, providing them with all-round technological and industrial upgrades.

The Space Iron Curtain Project has further increased the Federation's confidentiality level. The leakage of technical information is almost a joke, so there is nothing to hold back.

And we will be rewarded for this selflessness, for it will ultimately destabilize a powerful Rogue Trader dynasty and deal another devastating blow to the Empire.

All space civilizations will now feel that a sword is at their throats and is about to pierce them.

They won't sit still and wait for us to kill them with a single blow, so this peace won't last long.

137

Chapter 137 The Slave Owner’s Dream.

The ascension of the great reptilian kingdom will surely shake the universe, so deep in this dark dimensional maze, the nightmare that keeps many creatures in the galaxy awake at night has come to life.

Asturbar Victor, the master of Comoros, is trapped in a nightmare that keeps him trapped even when he tries to escape.

He dreamed that the stars were burning, and those lights, dazzling and ruthless lights, illuminated every dark corner of the galaxy, and every darkness where he hid was completely torn apart.

He saw his sanctuary, the dark depths of the Webway illuminated by an army of blazing fire, advancing relentlessly until they finally reached Commorragh, the capital of torment.

He saw his "people," or the other Dark Eldar, who were Vect's slaves, shields, thugs and accomplices, being beaten back by this vast army.

Those torturous weapons were completely ineffective. Every warrior of the Dark Eldar, a criminal species, who dared to resist, finally burned with a wail. Those Dark Eldar, who were also immersed in pain and killing, were devoured by the blue-purple flames and turned into ashes that drifted away in the wind.

In the ash-covered Comoros, Victor found himself on his knees, begging for forgiveness from the Punishers who had come to destroy the sinful city.

He saw the Hrud, those dirty space rats who once could only pick up garbage behind the Dark Eldar and hide in the ruins of the universe, but now they were neat and powerful. They surrounded him and looked down at him with their sarcastic eyes, as if he was the waste that was lingering at their feet.

He really was now. Behind the space mouse, the Punisher came. He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but the huge, reptilian shadow with wings on its back opened its vertical pupils like flames.

That look had only one meaning: no forgiveness.

……

In the next moment, he found himself in a cage. Outside the cage was a prison larger than a planet. Each cell held a heinous criminal who was the most evil in the galaxy.

Here they will be drained of every ounce of their ability to think, in order to atone for their sins against all things.

This is the Synaptic Condenser, the final resting place of the galactic beasts. Welcome home, cosmic scum.

……

"Do not!!!"

Victor screamed in his dream, his voice hoarse, like a tortured soul wailing in flames. He struggled, trying to escape the endless purgatory of darkness and fire, but those burning eyes remained fixed on him, filled with indifference, hatred, and endless determination, as if his soul was being torn away.

Then he found himself safe and sound, lying in the luxurious bedroom of the Comoros spire, and everything was just a dream.

Victor slowly sat up, his muscles still tense, as if the fear of the nightmare had not yet completely dissipated.

His hand hurriedly reached for the bedside, searching for the bottle of precious wine that could ease his pain. The suffering souls of millions of once happy creatures were condensed into this bottle of liquid. Only this fine wine could temporarily fill the growing emptiness deep in his heart.

However, when he tilted his head back and drank the liquid, he did not feel the satisfaction he had in the past, not even a hint of euphoria.

His body instinctively trembled, sensing a deeper crisis. The Dark Prince's gaze, the Black Muse's hunger. He had always believed he could control this relationship, at least prevent himself from being devoured by the evil god.

But the dream just now made him realize that he was actually standing on the abyss, and if he was not careful, he would be swallowed up.

His overly indulgent emotions just now had attracted the hungry gaze of the Dark Prince. Although he was in a sense the chosen one of the evil god "Black Muse", the Black Muse did not mind and immediately sucked his soul dry when this chosen one showed a weakness.

He had to comfort himself as soon as possible, and had to find new excitement, new kills, to refill his drying soul.

He stood up from the bed and walked to the high window at the end of the bedroom, looking down at the endless city of sin below. Comoros was still the same, with crimson clouds drifting in the inky black sky, and screams and roars echoing from the many spires.

The bloody fighting and torture never stopped. The Dark Eldar were still indulging in their self-proclaimed supreme enjoyment of plunder and cruelty, and felt that this game could continue for tens of millions of years.

But Victor did not feel a bit happy at this moment. His eyes were empty and his heart was filled with unprecedented confusion, as if everything before him was just a dream and the divine punishment just now was the reality he was about to wake up to face.

So, he turned abruptly and headed for the door. Everything felt too "normal," so he prepared to order the destruction of several Black Heart groups, venting his anxiety with a new round of slaughter. Torturing a few more hundreds of millions of slaves, destroying a few similar families, and everything would return to normal...

Just as Victor was about to summon his men and order them to exterminate numerous innocent or guilty people, causing immeasurable suffering, and using this as a blood sacrifice to savor her own restless hunger, the door opened gently, and a servant dressed in gorgeous black and gold robes bowed and walked in.

"My dear master, this is a letter from the 'Messenger of Death'."

……

For a moment, Victor's fury threatened to set the entire room ablaze. His pupils narrowed slightly as he stared at the letter, as if to tear it apart with his gaze. That Death Messenger, that Eldar rival who had insulted and troubled him so many times, was trying to send him another message?

He almost wanted to tear up the letter immediately, behead it and the servant who delivered it, and then send a team of elite warriors to assassinate the messenger of death in response.

But just as he reached out to grab the letter and tear it into pieces, he saw the symbol of death depicted on the letter, a revelation that contained a certain urgency.

Victor's fingers trembled slightly, and his long-unused inspiration told him that now was not the time to indulge in sensations and act impulsively.

He slowly tore open the wax seal and unfolded the letter. The content of the letter was not words, but a painting.

The letter contained no words, but a scene of blood and fire. The image of a phoenix rising from the ashes of burning bones symbolized impending glory, possible rebirth, the destruction of enemies, and a fading hope.

A jerk like him usually wouldn't care about the prophets' nonsense about hope and salvation, and would even laugh at it, but today he had just experienced the feeling of despair, so his attitude softened.