Chapter 166 The Omen of Death and the Unexpected Family

"Compared to this, I am more interested in the present time. And how do you know my origins?"

Although Calvin, who has recovered some basic physical qualities, is short in stature, this does not affect his floating in the gene modulation cabin, looking down at the mortals in front of him from a high perspective.

"Imperial calendar 005.M36, respected... sir. As for your origins."

Constantine took out a strange device from his robe that was irregularly squeezed together by large and small instrument panels.

Then, under Calvin's gaze, Constantine pointed to all the pointers on the instruments that spontaneously pointed in the direction of Calvin and said:

"I am fortunate to have worked with some special groups of the Tribunal. The power of time and space in you is slowly increasing. It is unstoppable and destined to bring you back to the era you should be in."

"I understand." Calvin said in a deep voice.

Since the way back is set, he is no longer in a hurry to leave this unexpected era.

"So, are you interested in hearing my thoughts now?"

"Please tell me..."

With Father Constantine's explanation, Calvin had a preliminary understanding of the concept of "eternal life in the cloud".

This is not a new concept.

Or rather, it is actually an inevitable product of human nature.

This universe has never lacked amazing talents. As the saying goes, when the time comes, the heaven and earth will work together, and when the luck is gone, the hero cannot be free.

Heroes who have accomplished many epic feats always try to hold on to the last bit of time when they grow old, which is one of the reasons why many heroes turn into dragons.

Compared with these people's various clumsy means of prolonging their lives, the monks of the Mechanicus naturally have unparalleled technical advantages.

They always start to look for the next place for their souls to live when their weak bodies have not yet decayed.

So the question naturally arises, where can they go?

Where can they place their cold, program-like souls for a long time and safely?

The answer is not surprising, it is the steel and machinery they are familiar with. This is consistent with their beliefs and their philosophy.

Considering the shackles of the Scarlet Protocol on artificial intelligence, the people on Mars have long been dissatisfied with those machine souls that have been weakened by humans and have only instincts like beasts.

Now it's just right, they finally got what they wanted. In a sense, they finally succeeded in bypassing the constraints of the Scarlet Protocol.

But the price is that they themselves are permanently placed in those metal shrines.

Isn't this the ultimate destination they have always pursued?

Under the witness of the almighty Ohm Messiah, give up the mortal body destined to corrupt.

Isn't it a sacred and glorious thing to become one with the God of All Machines under the pious belief in him?

Flesh and blood are weak, and machines ascend.

The same thing always happens in different universes, and there is naturally a reason behind it.

This is the choice of human nature and the instinctive pursuit of eternity by all things.

But is the problem solved just like that? It's not that simple, right?

Apart from anything else, it's not the case based on Calvin's understanding.

At least in his information channel, none of the Mars Lords and the highest authority of the Mechanicus, the Mars Casting General, could break through the limits of mortal souls.

These Mars supreme authorities are still the same, disappearing for various reasons within the limits of mortals, and then someone else has to come up.

They either die from the core data that is slowly lost in information transmission, and finally lose their personality irreversibly;

Or die from the erroneous data that accumulates in the logic engine, and finally lose their sanity and go crazy.

The end of the highest authority of the Mechanicus is so tragic, can others be spared? How is it possible...

And what Constantine is pursuing is also the solution to these problems - cloud storage.

This is the result of Constantine's long-term thinking:

Decentralized, distributed data storage, strict data comparison coding and non-replicable independent event numbers.

In short, the consciousness originally transmitted by a single unit is artificially made into a matrix and uploaded to different devices in a planned manner.

Then maintain self-consciousness in the organized and planned data comparison and error correction between each other.

This theory makes Constantine's unique soul transfer possible in a purely technical sense.

It also solves the problem of data errors and loss of the pioneers on this road.

It leaves enough backup to preserve the self as much as possible while fulfilling the basic needs of soul survival.

Eternal life in the cloud seems so perfect, at least with Calvin's knowledge reserve, there is no technical loophole in it.

But the details on the soul side are not necessarily the same. This is the blind spot of the mechanical sages, but it happens to be Calvin's area of ​​expertise.

Whether it is his identity as a gray knight or the particularity of his own soul, he has enough say in the soul.

But he chose to remain silent.

The discussion about "eternal life in the cloud" ends here for the time being.

From the perspective of future generations, the Constantine in front of him should have successfully continued his life.

But it's still the old question, how much of the person in front of him is still unknown in that Constantine.

In three days, Calvin's physical parameters tended to stabilize.

During this period, Calvin also learned from Constantine what the current Omen Order is like behind all the secrets.

This is an organization so powerful that it makes him tremble, because Calvin himself has personally experienced the power of a War Titan on the battlefield.

Just a seriously injured and dying psychic Titan can destroy Chaos Legion-level demons in the blink of an eye with its remaining weapons.

And the Omen Order has 25 such Titans.

But this is also an organization that is almost dead in name only, and the reason is surprisingly similar to that of the Grey Knights, Calvin's organization:

Behind their control of such destructive power, there are even more outrageous personnel selection standards than the Grey Knights.

Only 25 sets of member formations: three secondary supervisors including a senior supervisor, 9 buffer operators, and 150 attached psychics.

Even with the addition of reserve personnel, the core combat organization of less than 650 people at the peak has reached its limit and is difficult to expand further.

You have to know that was the end of the peak of the Empire when the Emperor himself was still alive.

Calvin was much more familiar with the subsequent plot. The Omen Order, like a fire brigade, was active on various battlefields in the Solar Segment after the Great Heresy until the Apostasy Era.

Until their personnel could no longer maintain basic operations.

When the last Titan pilot also aged with the passage of time, the main body of the Omen Order was completely silent.

All their core members disappeared, leaving only the mechanical priests and Titan guards who were originally attached troops, and the mechas and electric monks, wandering like ghosts in the corridors of the Terra underground base...

"So, now there are only you in the base?"

Calvin asked after listening to Constantine's narration quietly and thinking for a while.

"Yes..." Constantine also broke away from his memories.

"What kind of personnel standards can meet your requirements?"

"Untouchables, males, before adulthood."

"This is difficult, but it shouldn't be completely absent, right?" Calvin asked in surprise.

"The requirements for the senior supervisor, that is, the main pilot, are too high. Only the Delta-class Untouchables meet the requirements. Moreover, he must have great perseverance to endure the endless torture of the psychic; he must also be wise to understand the sacred binary language of the ancient machine soul..."

"Deep Sea?" Calvin understood.

In terms of the positive and negative value scale of psychic energy, the Delta-class Untouchables correspond exactly to the Alpha-class psychic.

They are called the Deep Sea, just like the Alpha-class psychic, or even rarer.

After all, you can occasionally find wild Alpha-class psychics from the empire, while the latter can only appear if the family of the Untouchables reproduces.

When the Emperor was still alive, he could still find ways to select and transfer;

But after the High Lord Council came to power, the Sisters of Silence and the Untouchables were driven out of Terra today, and there is really no chance at all.

Calvin suddenly realized that the predicament of the Black Ship Lady and Kasin was not accidental.

It seems that the goal of those in power in the High Lords' Council was not just the Sister of Silence from the beginning.

Based on the results, as long as the power is not under their control, it should be on their internal processing list...

"It's really not enough to do things, but more than enough to do things wrong..."

Calvin, who was speechless, looked at Constantine, thought for a while and asked:

"So, except for the untouchables, there is no other way to activate these Titans?"

"No. Except for the untouchables, no one can maintain their soul in the perception storm of psychics. This is common sense." Constantine said affirmatively.

"Well... What if I say that I have activated one of them before?"

"Hmm? Wait a minute, my language module may need to be self-checked..."

Now it was Constantine's turn to be shocked.

He didn't even think about the feasibility of what Calvin said, but immediately thought that there was something wrong with his language receiving device.

"Okay, what did you say just now? Please say it again."

"I said, I once activated and drove a warrior-level psychic Titan named Declaration of Truth to fight against Chaos in the Storm Star Region."

"God of All Machines! How did you... do it?"

Constantine's brain crashed:

The operating regulations and basic operating conditions of the psychic Titan were jumping wildly in his brain stem and auxiliary thinking equipment.

And the corresponding was the final conclusion formed by Calvin's words in his eyes.

One by one, the impossible conclusions were like a red tide of data, surging in his eyes, and then smashed on Calvin's green conclusion.

"This is impossible!"

Constantine looked up at Calvin's eyes, and the latter confirmed with a positive look.

"Praise the almighty Ohm Messiah! Please tell me what happened at that time!"

Visible water vapor rose from behind Constantine. Obviously, in order to calm his peak emotions, the heat dissipation device had been pulled to the limit of performance.

Looking at the emotional Constantine in front of him, Calvin thought about where to start, and then said:

"This starts with a visitor who came to the door, um, a messenger of the imperial guards..."

Three days passed in a flash, and Calvin's body was completely stable.

After talking with Constantine all night long, both men had new plans for their future.

The former knew enough about the Order of Omen that he had a feasible plan for how to maintain the "Declaration of Truth" Titan after his return;

The latter rushed towards Terra's base under Calvin's order.

At this time, Constantine rediscovered his mission. He couldn't wait to go to his base, hoping to find information about the pilot named Alfonso in the database.

The emptiness of the past once again returned to the tower.

After watching Constantine's spaceship leave, Calvin, who packed his bags, pushed open the door of the tower alone and walked towards the way he came.

The character of Lady Winter is arrogant and cold.

Her reserve and stubbornness were most vividly displayed in the biting cold wind and the goose-feather heavy snow.

There was nothing else in the open space in front of the tower in the white snow. Only the thin figure remained the same, kneeling stiffly in the cold wind of the plateau.

This was the first scene Calvin saw after opening the door of the tower, and it was also a precious memory that he would never forget.

Yes, it's still the woman named Mu.

She used her stubbornness and flexibility to silently fight against the Goddess of Winter during the long, unknown time limit of waiting.

And all she asked for was just a little affection.

Calvin was stunned. For the first time since he regained consciousness and left the small world called Seul, he felt human emotions again.

This is not the first time he has seen human beings driven by "persistence" in this world, but it is indeed the first time he has received something called "love" in this world.

He walked toward the silver-covered sculpture with trembling hands, and gently put his hand to her nostrils to confirm whether this stubborn woman's life was still in the world.

Fortunately, she is still there.

Feeling Calvin's footsteps, her consciousness woke up from the gap between coma and sleep.

Looking at the strange yet familiar boy in front of him, Mu smiled with difficulty.

No surprises, no surprises.

With the tolerance unique to nomadic women, she accepted all the differences in Calvin.

With Calvin's help, she stood up with difficulty. Regardless of the ice and snow on her body, she reached out and gently stroked the snow flakes off Calvin's head and said to him:

"" (Come on, kid. Come home with me.)

In this way, Calvin had his own family in this world, and in this tribe located on the Pangulis Mountains, the woman named Mu finally had her own child.

This was a rare and relaxing time in Calvin's eyes. Under Mu's care, or in other words, Calvin's company, this small family of only two lived a simple and warm life.

Manpower in tribal times was a resource in itself.

The survival culture of nomads is based on their living environment. In the harsh natural environment, every young man who can participate in hunting is extremely valuable, and even directly determines the survival of the tribe.

In a cultural background where it is common for wives and daughters to entertain guests, the addition of one more person to Mu's family does not seem so unusual.

Having an additional male who is about to become an adult has only advantages and no disadvantages for the tribe, so the people of the tribe only welcome Calvin.

There is no unexpected vigilance and scrutiny, and there is no bullying or slap in the face in the plot of the novel.

Calvin just blended into their lives, just like the moon in the sky every night, clear and bright but unobtrusive.

This is the background of the agricultural and animal husbandry era, a compromise with low productivity, and an era of male privilege.

The tribe is open to every man and welcomes them to join.

If they were willing to leave blood for the tribe and give birth to a boy and a half girl, that would be a good thing worth celebrating.

This can be seen from the girls who began to appear frequently next to Calvin's tent.

And this is also Calvin's new trouble.

2-in-1, updated.

These are probably the two most difficult chapters I have ever written. I revised and revised nearly 10,000 words before finally settling on it.

Maybe the effect is still not ideal, but my ability is limited, so be it.

Also: Asking for votes.