Who I were, that even hard to know if they knew me from there, if I had been there or have I always been here.
"Amon, we will not talk about this anymore, or to anyone. Do you understand" my voice more harsh than I hade hoped for, but for now it was good enough.
We resumed our course through the hallways, down corridors and stopped in front of a door. A humming was heard, like letting your pc run for full powers and the cooling is having a hard time. Knowing there was no other way, I took the first step and so they opened the doors.
I froze there and then, maybe a second or two, or even longer. Its hard to know as I looked around, as they looked back at me. There was so many different people of the Mechanicus here, those that still looked like humans and those that you would never guessed that had been humans at all. There was those with two hands and there was those with so many more, it was a bizarre scene.
Fore this people of mars, they looked at flesh as weakness, doing their best to become cyber people. But for all they had done, there would always remain one thing, their brains.
So I walked over to were they were guiding me, to a throne seat. Amon had warned me to do nothing, just to accept what they say and do. To not show feelings, to be natural to their behaviour as they were a weird kind, his words not mine.
"Magos.." I looked over a thing, a machine, a tech-priest thing towering in his robes. A hand like thing hanging idle on his back, no, there was more of threes tentacle robotic arms, but he was hiding them.
"My lady, we all are curious about the marks we hear you have. Would you show them?" I could hear him struggling with the tone, like it was something he want used to.
I just didn't know what to do, as I had a cable port in my head, talked to someone that just was a skeleton and how were I to show them. Amon and the guards tighten their grips around their weapons, making them shelf ready to kill everyone in the room.
So I stood up as he came closer, did what no one should to with someone they do not know if is an enemy or a friend, I turned my back to him.
I could feel cold tentacle things at my back, lifting my hair up, before going through the hair to find the port hole. That suddenly sounded so wrong, I had to fight back the chilling feeling of that ide.
Something connected to the port, I just heard the pop sound, tingling thing. But to my surprise I heard the sounds just a second or two afterwards and something huge falling to the ground.
I turned around to look down on Magos, who now looked up at me with a guess of fear, just the way he looked at me. The way he moved, like a puppy to its master.
"Life is directed motion."
His voice was now a collaboration between numbers and words.
"The spirit is the spark of life."
Just at the first words the rest already joined him, most in number hum, but there was those that spoke these words.
"Sentience is the ability to learn the value of knowledge."
"Intellect is the understanding of knowledge."
"Sentience is the basest form of Intellect."
I sat down again at the trown, looking now down on them, my inside screaming and cursing what were to come. For It stood at the page I had once read, memorires coming back to me. How I wished they hadn't done that.
"Understanding is the True Path to Comprehension."
"Comprehension is the key to all things."
"The Omnissiah knows all, comprehends all."
"Hail the Omnissiah! He is the God in the Machine, the Source of All Knowledge."
And I just wanted to slap the shit of them all, because I were a female, still were, or was I still got breast and didn't had the male stuff, still female human. Why I wonder, maybe they talked about him, as more I were his words or his creation. Not sure but I would stick to that part for now.
No one said anything, no one moved, just looked up at me. I panicked there and then, just kept shot and didn't even dear to move at all.
"Return to your work, now." I took a guess and it actually worked.
But not everyone left, Magos, the master in technological or scientific discipline. Logis, tech-priest skilled in mathematics and data analysis or a right hand man and a tactician. Genetor, high ranking in genetic science and biological engineering . Last were the Artisan, the constructor, the one designing and building new things.
They were the next in line to rule the cult, to rule the Adeptus Mechanicus. Just the Artisan was of the highest rank, but they were so connected that it would not matter. Guessing they could upload what they wanted to share and everyone saw it.
The Magos was on his knees in front of me as the rest stood.
"What is the wish to do with Magos, one who connected, the one who saw your mind?"
I heard a small smirk from Amos and my com crack to life, message written from Amos.
"You know if you tell them to make him a toaster, they would actually do that? And use his parts that had been to your skin as relics? Worship his parts…"
Looking away from them and over to Amon who just made a evil smile. Making the idea stuck in my head now, that bastard.