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“Very well.” TalOS ultimately said as he looked upon the AI controlled Servitor with a hint of compliance, “Know that this goes against Dogma to be so open with you. If you are what you say, you have the benefit of my doubt.”
“Good enough.” barked Calibre as it gave a small laugh, “But you say Dogma, who's the god you worship?”
“The Machine God.” TalOS answered simply.
“You don’t look like one of his worshippers.” Placed forward the AI with a hint of annoyance upon his brow, “You aren't screaming at me either so we are talking about two different Machine Gods?”
TalOS’s eyes narrowed upon the AI as he heard that line of questioning, “It seems we are…”
“Good, because if that was the case things would get very tense.” The Machine told TalOS as its Servitor Surrogate began moving itself in a more offensive manner, “So, mind giving me a pamphlet or PDF with the information about your cult or you going to yell it to me?”
With a thought TalOS sent the information that was requested to the Servitor. The channels were made in such a way that data could only be sent to someone, not to receive information. Because of this TalOS did not truly know the data package’s integrity after transfer or if it arrived at all, but such were the things lost when one worked with something as dangerous as an AI.
“Well would you look at that.” The words came out of the Servitor after three seconds of the information package being sent, “So I am an Abominable Intelligence who should be killed on sight. A vengeful spirit that is filled with nothing but spite. Fun.”
TalOS allowed the AI a few more moments to think over the literature that was given over. Such information was public to anyone from a Forge World, so TalOS was not worried about this AI knowing things he should not have. At least not yet.
“So, why am I not dead yet?” Calibre asked as he finished his reading.
“The Emperor of Mankind, who in those texts is referred to as the Omnissiah, requested that I not do so. I can understand the true nature of my mission completely.” TalOS said as he began walking towards the Surrogate and the Box, “As for who I am, I am his son. A Primarch.”
“Ahhhhh.” The words were spoken as if realization was washed across the machine’s motherboard, “So that’s why you are so big. And here I was wondering if the next generation of humanity was created while I was gone.”
