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A new home for the Primarch, Next time Anons choices will determine the Future!
>UR-026 View
The organic was no ordinary meatbag, he awaited him at the entrance through one of his lesser semi-sentient copy of his reasoning neural core outer envelop that transmitted him afterward the result of the conversation. Precautionary measure against the Warp or hacking.
The kid facial traits were flawless, probably beyond beautiful by the organic standard, and UR-026 could appreciate the vividness of the encounter, the craft behind it was incredible. The kid was still near naked and yet in spite of the minus -20 degree, he was barely shivering.
In fact, UR had already begun to test it. After 6 hours of hike he could have received the organic. They had reached his range of safe evacuation. But he wanted to test it more.
Once again Ur-026 had to deactivate and reboot some of his subprogram becaused of improbable responses. All while in the middle of a massive barter, a painful negotiation, with all the lesser AI, a bunch of Votann core starting to collaborate together, and despite being superior UR-026 was having an ordeal. Yes he could possibly beat the raw power of 2, perhaps 3 Votann, and with a predictably event of a 3.141% chance against 4 of them into cyberwarfare.
He even started to receive data signal about Thion II activities restarting from the hidden satellite. He would make sure the information was divulged, through someone else. It would give him time.
Not mentioning that even 2vs1 on offensive physical operation would be devastating to him, revealing his capabilies, winnable yes, 71.411% of success, 19.87% of undecisive conflict and various others probabilities. They were at least a dozen active Votann Core left on the Thion III and many other lesser AI. Not good forecast to antagonize them.
But still his prospects core and conjecture calculator were leading him toward the estimation that the child did not exist, and his tactical receiver beacon, was under enemy offensive, an infiltration.
So UR-026 restarted them again. Shut them down and decided that they would need to be revamped entirely most likely in the coming week.
After 36 hours escalating the underworld and the cliff, where the exo-armored squat was on the brink of collapse, to the point that paint killer was injected in him, where Ironkin nearly felt once… the kid was still walking, no sweat, barely cold, with bare torso.
Beyond impressive. Truly.
UR-026 would love, if he could feel real love, love to discuss with the maker of it, as great minds only could converse together. It was probably a specialized AI that had combined Xeno Dna? An Eldar AI? A greater Chaos AI? At this last hypothesis UR-026 felt refutation of the purity of the machine.
