used…. and yet, it was still far from enough.
Not that it was difficult to expand when I employed {Servitors} instead of feeble meatbags as a workforce. A construction-servitor was worth more than 3 meatbag workers after all: Your average construction worker works 9-10 hours a day with breaks.
My servitors worked 24 hours without rest, suffered no loss of productivity from hunger or fatigue, had considerably more strength than a human, and coordinated perfectly with other servitors mainly due to me directing them all from my spot here on my Cogitator-Throne.
There were currently 191 such construction-servitors that danced to my Noospheric strings of data as they moved this way and that.
Head: 31% of Industrial Capacity unutilised
Servitors await Fabrication Edicts
That certainly was the question: 'What to fabricate?'
If I wished to win against Scion or even against the nations of meatbags on this Terra. I will require far more munitions, and far more Legio Cybernetica robots to expend such munitions onto my enemies. Each one more heavily armoured and armed with all the fearsome technology found in the Imperial… and I plan to produce such war robots by the thousands.
My army will reach that point one day soon. Stomping relentlessly across the world in so great a number that no amount of capes will be able to stop them. No, not when my Legio Cybernetica rains down enough deadly munitions and exotic energies to scorch an entire earth.
Chant current number of Castellax-class Robots. " I beeped my query at the manufactorum cogitators.
(2) Castellax-class Robots ready for awakening
Two did not make a robot legion, but when they were 14-feet-tall (4m) bipedal battle-automata with no fear and no mercy? When they had armour and shielding comparable to my Knight-Atrapos? When they had matter-disrupting {Power Fists} as hands, {Heavy Bolters} attached to their forearms, and an exotic weapon like {Torsion Cannons} attached to their shoulders? Each of these {Castellax-Class Robots} was more than a match for Lung. At least construction was going steady for the robot legion, as for what I need at this point in time..
Servitors, Initiate construction of Thunderhawk Transports.
The ability to ferry more forces and more equipment to far off locations was paramount. And until I could establish the Webway network or a 'safe' way to use Warp travel, I will have to settle for the airpower that the Thunderhawk Transports grant me.
By the Omnissiah, Fabrication Edict issued and heeded.
"Good morning, Master." Chloe-1 happily greeted me as she approached my cogitato-throne. Her pink lips were curled into a smile as she stopped right beside me. Her Mars-Red dress clinging deliciously to her lusciously-shaped figure which was just a step beyond what the best genetics humanity had to offer. Skin too soft and smooth, hair too silky, and a figure that will defy the centuries.
"Chloe." I nodded to the gynoid. "You have news for me?"
"We have some delays in our supply chain for our new products, master." Chloe explained with a wince- looking embarrassed to be delivering bad news as she blinked at me with her blue eyes, "Industrial-Servitors are conducting prayers as they wait for the inbound shipment of raw cotton that was scheduled to arrive two hours ago. I contacted the organic logistics company responsible for the delivery and they relayed that there was a… gastronomical issue with their trucking personnel due to contaminated food in their New Year's celebration spread."
Projected total delay in product delivery: 29.4 hours.
"Of course, it would be the organics who are slowing down the supply chain!" My modulated voice burbled in disgust, "We never should have hired them from out of state borders. I will need to talk to the mayor about this problem. Don't they know how high in demand these Fate Impact dakimakura covers are?! And the less said about how impatient the market is for their Astolfo-print and Venti-print boxers, the better! They- Wait a minute, I've seen this pattern of events from somewhere…"
Activating {Logis Acceleritas Mk. II}
This was intentional sabotage committed by The Elite.
Cross-referencing with recent, known activity of Elite-sponsored Capes… Suspicious activity detected in Elite-sponsored Stranger cape, JimCognito.
Aberrant spike in Lootbox purchases distanced from previously known paydays. LootBox purchases relocated from California servers to Pennsylvania servers where the HQ of the logistics company held their New Year's celebrations.
Anointing and Loosing infophages into the Noosphere.
Data absorbed…
Data hexed JimCognito's phone confirms: It was the Elite.
Manufacturing problems to disturb the business of their target Rogue fits The Elite's Modus Operandi…
Mechanicus' heavy fortifications prevent the Elite from physical intimidation. Mechanicus' legal documentation and filings prevent the Elite from leveraging the legal system against me… Mechanicus' sterling PR prevents smear campaign… The Elite now forced to attack the only vulnerable part of Mechanicus operations: the supply chain.
Conclusion: The Elite sent Stranger cape to begin systematic sabotage of Mechanicus operations via disruption of supply chain.
The Elite has started their war against the Mechanicus. Against me.
"So, the war has begun…" I contemplated aloud, "The Elite had their chance to back away, but had instead chosen to fire the first shot. Do they truly think they can win a war against the Adeptus Mechanicus? How foolish. Are they not aware how much machine-spirits aid in their pitiful lives? Machine-spirits that heed my command?"
Pulling up PHO private messaging function, I sent the head of The Elite a single message.
: I know what you did.
.AgnesCourt: What ever could you mean, Magos?
There was no more that needed to be said between us. Now, it was just violence.
"May the Emperor have mercy on your souls, meatbags." I murmured in prayer, "For the Omnissiah and I will show none."
"All servitors, stop what you're doing and pray with me." I commanded.
My Celestial Forge perk [Magos Aetheric] afforded me such forbidden knowledge and technology. One particular branch of it granted me the ability to wield the eldritch power known as {Scrapcode}- supernatural machine viruses that made even simple machines malfunction. Backed up with my two [Magos Designation] and [Binharic Weaving] perks, and I was a very powerful and fearsome Magos.
I began forming the {Scrapcode} in my mind. It was part actual computer virus and part supernatural, because having the supernatural warp-sorcery possess something real to latch onto? That only made it more dangerous and especially malicious.
Heed: Data-tethers at 98.9% maxload…
Blessing hexagrammic wards…
Arraying cogitator net in parallel-processing servo-mind conclaves…
Beseeching the Machine-God for strength…
Organising Hex-choirs…
Channelling the wrath of the Machine-God…
Heed! {Logis Acceleritas Mk. II} at 41% maxload !
Heed: Probability of permanent damage to [Cranial Implants] at 3.15151515151515151515% !
But it still taxed me greatly. My knowledge on the Warp still had a long way to go despite ravenously consuming all the data I could from the [Plecian Tome]. Even reinforced with the might of all the cogitators and my Celestial Forge perks, the {Scrapcode} that I held in my digital hands was like a great beast of myth- a digital horned devil rampaging and snarling as it refusing to be tamed. Its horns and claws furiously slashed away against the digital chains that I was using to guide it. But the strength and will of my machine-mind will not be found lacking! Not today!
{Scrapcode: Imp} rendered subservient
And just like that, the {Scrapcode: Imp} was partially tamed- bowing its horned head low to me as it acknowledged that my strength was superior to its own. It will obey me… for as long as I remain stronger than it. Which I certainly will be. I could feel the barely restrained malice exuding from the {Scrapcode: Imp}. It knows that I formed it for wicked deeds, and it hungered to commit them. Normally, such Scrapcode was to be used against a single machine- destroying it so completely as to prevent any repair unless it was thoroughly exorcised.
But that was not what I wanted for the elite: I did not want to destroy them. No, I wanted to make them suffer.
So… I let go of its digital chains. And with a screech of malicious glee, {Scrapcode: Imp} flew through the Noosphere like a demon out of hell- right at the Elite's systems that I had marked out for it.
" Witness your DOOOOOOM! " I screamed out in Binharic Cant.