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Guilliman had not walked the lands of the Mechanicum. To his knowledge only Rogal Dorn had walked on the surface of Mars, and his other brothers walked this planet. Such thoughts and knowledge did not hold back the wandering of his eyes as he decided he spent enough time studying the remodeling of his brother.
There were a great many spires that pierced the sky here, all of them easy to see from the open top vehicle that they rode. Guilliman noted that though these smoke stacks were plentiful, very few of them had black soot coming out of them. From the descriptions of other Forge Worlds the Primarch would have expected this to be different.
When that thought came another thought quickly answered it. When he first walked this planet he felt the ever hot core which was the Star in the middle of the planet. It would then make sense that the Lucians were smart enough to harvest this wonder of techno-sorcery to their whim for the means of power and fire for forges. It was practical, and so Guilliman approved.
The next thing he noticed was the series of rail lines which criss crossed the skyline of the metropolis. The trams crossed through the air at speeds Guilliman would have understood as insane. A normal man who was upon those vessels would have had their necks snapped the moment it started moving.
He was not in a realm of normal men though. Guilliman was in the land of efficient machines. By managing the acceleration and deceleration so closely they were cutting hours off of transport times every month. In Theory, if the people were built for it, then this network could raise the output of the collective many times more.
There were many things like this across the place. Let it be the numerous flight craft wondering the skies or what Guilliman realized was several tons worth of materials being converted from one manufactorium to another. When it came to the Mechanicum and production, as Guilliman understood from his lessons, these were in fact relationships and treaties placed between each of the adepts who owned a facility. To run such conveyor belts from one workshop to another is roughly akin to marriage in the bizarre minds of the Tech Adepts.
There were plenty of things here besides the more bizarre that Guilliman realized were genius techniques developed over centuries of isolation. Seeing the large robotic arm which effortlessly changed railcards from one section of rail to another came to mind.
Slowly the vehicle that they were riding came to a rest. TalOS was the first one off, with Guilliman following in his brother’s footsteps. They entered a small door that looked to be an auxiliary to the greater manufactorium. Whatever TalOS wanted to show Guilliman, it was not going to be the face of an absolute leader.
