How can meat females even compare to a perfect machine?
How can they match against a masterfully-engineered sex gynoid with voluptuous curves that no organic female can naturally develop, a gynoid pre-programmed with all the crystalised sexual skills and bedroom instincts of a billion courtesans, a gynoid unrestrained by the imprecise physical and emotional maintenance that womb-born females carry, and- most importantly- a gynoid immensely loyal and enthusiastically eager to please your every whim? No, Meat females simply cannot hope to match that, andthat was are many, many men who are willing to settle with meat females.
But not me.
Not for one who bore a connection to the Celestial Forge.
Floating weightlessly in the starry void with not even a body to move, eldritch knowledge bombarded my mind and my spirit. It was like a million inky black appendages had stretched toward me and offered my mind some free candy.
CELESTIAL FORGE
Requesting secure omniversal library connection-
Secure omniversal library connection, established.
End-Node User Points Balance: 200 CP
AWAITING END-NODE USER LIBRARY SELECTION…
It was a curious thing, this Celestial Forge. As time passes, it will continuously grant me 'CP' points that I can exchange for knowledge and items from other worlds for me- like a waiter dictating the menu to a restaurant patron. Technology that had made and unmade universe-spanning civilizations were handed out like free candy! What the Celestial Forge truly was, I do not know, and I did not have the time to ponder over its true nature. Power was power, and that was enough. Perhaps one day, I'll have the free time to plumb its origins. But right here and right now, there was nothing else that I should do but look forward to the future.
As for why I was the one to receive such power? I also did not know. I was just some dumb toaster-worshipping schmuck who was apparently whisked away by some Random Omnipotent Being (ROB) to serve as the bearer of the Celestial Forge for reasons unknown.
But ultimately, it no longer even mattered who I was.
After all, can anyone remember what Thomas Edison did before the lightbulb? Or the Wright brothers before their plane? No. Whatever achievements and deeds I've done in the past will be laughably overshadowed by what I am to achieve next. Other Celestial Forgesmiths used their power to elevate mankind to great heights, I was going to use it to elevate mankind to great heights, and get sexy android waifus. Mostly for the sexy android waifus. We were not the same.
My ultimate goal was clear, everything else was secondary. Nothing will steer me away from my path. So, I made my selection.
CELESTIAL FORGE.
END-NODE USER LIBRARY SELECTION(S) CONFIRMED.
ALL PREREQUISITES FOR INSERT FULFILLED.
TRANSLOCATION PROCESS INITIATED.
So, I was to be sent somewhere? That was acceptable, because no matter where or when I may end up in…
The robussy calls to me, and I will answer the call.
CELESTIAL FORGE
LIBRARY PURCHASE ORDER.
Magos Designation: Augmentics (Warhammer 40k - Adeptus Mechanicus) (100CP)
You have attained and been recognized for your comprehension of some of the Machine God's mysteries. Choose a field of Imperial technology such as genetic manipulation, voidship construction, cybernetics or plasma technology. You are among the noted masters of your purview, and can easily create the most common templates of your field. With time, effort and discretion you could even modify and improve upon your specialty as needed. Those few things beyond your full understanding can still be built and maintained by carefully following STC blueprints.
Augmentics:Mechanical or electronic cybernetic substitutes for biological Human limbs or organs. Generally, the bionic replacement is stronger, more durable or effective than the original, or gives its user completely new abilities. The use of bionics is widespread in the Imperium.
Cranial implants (Warhammer 40k: Adeptus Mechanicus) (100CP)
The brain of every magos undergoes extensive modification over time, but you have put great care into preparing your mind for the Machine God's mysteries. Beyond the gene-alterations and bionic sub-systems that have boosted your intelligence, regulated neuro-chemistry reduces the influence that hunger, pain, fear and other flesh-distractions can have upon your thoughts. Your ability to enjoy these things are not impeded. Further neurological modifications will be faster and easier to adapt to with less worry of rejection.
END LIBRARY PURCHASE ORDER.
(A minute later)
It was a bright sunny and cold day when I arrived- landing in some bushes of what seemed to be a city park. Staggering onto my feet, I barely had time to get my bearings before my hyper-augmented brain with its[Cranial Implants]gathered my wits for me.
Booting Logis Acceleritas.
And like some sort of super intuition, it took less than two seconds for everything to not only make sense, but be incredibly obvious.
I was obviously in the American North-east during early winter. Where else could I be?
It was obvious from the fallen pine cones by my feet that only fell during autumn, from the chilly temperature, and from grass growing that was 'obviously' growing naturally in a way that it only could in this part of the world. As obvious in reasoning as 'water is falling from sky, it must be raining.' I immediately realised that this must be what it felt like to be smarter: To be able to put together different facts together to form a conclusion. Pattern recognition was something everyone can do, but I just did it faster. But where a normal person would have taken a few minutes to put it all together, my hyper-augmented brain did it in1.726 seconds.
[Cranial Implants]has also granted me an internal clock accurate to the millisecond.
Stepping out of the bushes and into the chilly weather in just my jeans and t-shirt, my mind immediately latched onto a gold nugget of information. Some distance away from me, I spotted a park hobo using a newspaper as a blanket. And despite not having the best eyesight, my brain was still able to correctly deciphered the blurred image relayed by my puny human eyeballs. 'Brockton Bay Bugle' the newspaper's title read.
'I am in Worm. A deathworld.'
The realisation and subsequent horror filled me… Not only from the fear of death, because death wasn't the worst fate you could suffer in this multiverse. An eternity of torment in a Grey Boy timeloop was one such fate-worse-than death. But whatever panic was filling me, it immediately drained away as a serene calm moved in to replace it.
Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 12% maxload.
Ah, right. Another function of the[Cranial Implants]. Fear, panic, hunger and even lust could be a thing of the past for me. But even with the EDP muting my emotions, my goals and beliefs haven't changed. And my[Cranial Implants]even agreed with me on that subject!
Android vagina is objectively superior to regular meatbag vagina.
"Thank you, my exquisite brain. Your logic is impeccable." I patted my head. Then something occurred to me- making me pause to look at my hand- watching closely as I curled and uncurled my fleshy digits.
The knowledge granted by[Magos Designation: Augmentics]flooded my head with a million potential bionic upgrades that would make me… purer in the sanctity of the blessed machine. And with such purity came the benefits. Organs that were tougher and more efficient than their fragile, flesh counterparts. Extra limbs that could not only grasp things, but also see, fire lasers, spew plasma, perform surgery, cure cancer, and cause cancer. But whatever lofty dreams of transhumanism I held were hampered by the fact that I had no tools, no parts, and no infrastructure to rely on to achieve such dreams.
My only hope was that the Celestial Forge would grant me more CP points to spend on libraries while I wandered my way to the more upscale portion of town.
Thanks to my[Magos Designation: Augmentics, I now possessed the knowledge on how best to leverage my control over my nervous system. Even without tools, I can modify and upgrade my[Cranial Implants]without any tools using what the Adeptus Mechanicus calle the 'Rite of Blessed Calibration.' Or in contemporary terms, I'm going to reprogram my augmentics to do something different.
So, let's see if the augmentics in my brain can increase the performance of my body…