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> Discuss more about the legal implications of your not-a-psyker-but-a-psyker condition
You cleared your throat, the weight of your legal limbo pressing down on you. "So, about this whole 'not-a-psyker' business..." you began, your voice tentative. "What exactly does that mean for me?"
Figalina's metallic chuckle echoed through the chamber "Alé, a fucked issue, isn't it? The Imperium itself it's like a living being. What do you think it feeds on?"
You hesitated, "Its people?"
"Power," Figalina rasped, the words laced with a strange reverence. "Transformation, resource acquisition, raw productivity... all feeding into *power*, for the benefit of all of humanity. And Law," she continued, her voice dropping to a low hum, "is the Imperium's brain, the neural network that connects us and dictates our actions. It's the law that maximizes this... sustenance, ensures the survival and growth of the whole."
A chilling silence descended. Finally, Figalina broke it, her voice tinged with a predatory curiosity. "So, what does an animal do when it encounters something new, something it doesn't understand?"
You swallowed, a bad feeling creeping in. "It's cautious... curious?"
"Precisely!" Figalina chirped, a hint of manic glee creeping back into her voice. "Curiosity is the first stage. But after observation comes three classes of choices. It could deem it negative, so it fights or flees from it. It could deem it irrelevant, so it just ignores it. Or it could deem it positive, so it allies or..." she paused, her voice dropping to a low hum, "It consumes it."
"It's a universal principle of all sufficiently intelligent systems." Figalina chirped, her voice regaining a manic edge. "Imperial Law is a massive bio-cogitator, made up of the Administratum's ink, Astropaths... but most importantly, our own human awareness that it exists."
"But wouldn't it be safer to just purge everything new? Or that could be potentially dangerous at all?" you blurted out, parroting the lessons drilled into you during catechism. "That's what the Ecclesiarchy taught me."
"Think I could just point at you and scream 'heretic' until someone showed up and purged you?" Figalina's voice buzzed with a dangerous curiosity. "Executed on the spot, no questions asked?"
