>>5372262>>Add bullshit to talk about with a dreadnaught.>Other: Give Artur hope that TalOS intends a change for the state of Dreadnoughts. One day, they may do more than sleep between battle. Their minds will not be dulled by drugs anasthetic, but sharpened. Their bodies made more advanced>They will act again, learn again, be amongst the waking living. Acillians can serve the Machine God through science, Astartes can train the warriors of the future and build the fortresses that last eternity>They will be as TalOS is, more than just a machine, more than just a man, the blend of both. These are the words of hope from the Sanctus Dominus, who will lead the way by exampleELABORATION INCOMING:
Our abilities for science are unparalleled, and its absolutely a waste of a good mind to have our Dreadnoughts simply just sleep between battles when they are given not only a second chance at life but now are truly closer to the ideal form in the eyes of the Machine God.
Many dreadnoughts are able to retain their minds, so why waste them by forcing them to sleep if that is not what they want? TalOS will change that one day.
From Know no Fear, Telemachus complaining about the forced sleep
-He had said to the techpriests, ‘I was fearless as a battle-brother, even though I might fall. Now you have rendered me invincible, you say I am prey to fear? Why then call me a Dreadnought? I was a dread nought before. I dreaded nothing as a man!’
-They are trying to spare him the pain and the anger. There is no need to wake. You woke too early. You don’t need to be awake. The techpriests are wrong. It’s not the pain a Dreadnought is afraid of. It’s the silence. It’s the oblivion. It’s the sleep. It’s the inability to escape from yourself.
From Crusade, Guilliman talking to Casian:
-‘Brother Cassian,’ said Guilliman, fixing him with an unreadable expression.
-‘My lord,’ said Cassian, ‘I am not worthy to be in your presence.’
-‘You are not just worthy, my son – you are a hero. I will hear no more talk of failure.’
-‘I…’ Cassian was lost for words.
-‘You will be properly honoured for your valour,’ said Guilliman. ‘The commensurate accolades will be graven upon your sarcophagus by the artificers before we next go into battle.’
-Cassian tried to nod, and realised he couldn’t. ‘Thank you, my lord.’
-‘Thank me by learning to wield that mighty new body of yours in battle, Cassian,’ said the primarch with a smile. ‘We are only three days out from the Tarchoria Front. Do you think you will be battle-ready in that time?’
-‘Give me my limbs, my weapons,’ said Cassian fiercely, ‘and I will train every moment until we make planetfall, my lord.’
All the other dreadnoughts lament the lack of flesh, the imprisonment in a body of metal. But not the 2nd Legion. We embrace the Strength and Purity of the Blessed Machine, and a chance to live again in holier purer forms where the most important thing is our mind
