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- Too vast to comprehend, too artificial to be natural, the spherical volume beneath the layered skin of
- the dome was a wonder of engineering. Surpassing any geodesic vault on Terra, it was, quite simply,
- the most impressive feat of structural mechanics Kotov had ever seen.
- The Imperial explorators stood on an equatorial gantry that encircled the spherical void gouged in
- the planet’s bedrock. Many others encircled the chamber above and below them, with jutting piers and
- scaffolds of unknown machinery cantilevered into space.
- The mass of a small moon had been dug from Exnihlio, and the surface of the excavated volume
- was encrusted with technology unlike anything seen on Mars. Angular glyphs like temple icons were
- graven in the curves of the chamber, rendered in a language that was at once familiar yet inhuman.
- Thousands of crystaliths of all shapes and descriptions crawled across the inner surfaces of the
- void, engaged in maintenance, calibration and who knew what else. An ochre miasma, rank with the
- foetor of turned earth and exposed rock, drifted up though a shaft bored down through the base of the
- chamber.
- A venting system, drainage? Who could tell?
- Yet the magnificence of the space paled to insignificance when measured against the incredible
- appearance of that which it enclosed.
- The Breath of the Gods hung suspended in the exact centre of the space, a vast, threshing,
- interweaving gyre of glittering metal blades that seemed to have no supporting structure at its core,
- just an achingly bright nexus of fractal incandescence. Like the first instant of a supernova or a
- glittering map of synaptic architecture.
- Though Kotov’s visual augments were among the most sophisticated conceived by the molecular
- grinders of the Euryphaessan forges, he could form no coherent impression of the device’s exact
- dimensions. Geometric assayers flashed error codes to his glassine retinas with each failed attempt to
- quantify what he was seeing.
- Like a tubular hurricane of silver leaves, the Breath of the Gods formed an elongated elliptical
- outline that defied easy assimilation. Its very existence was subtly discordant, as though some innate
- property of the human brain knew this device was somehow wrong, as though it abused every tenet of
- thermodynamics with spiteful relish.
- Its complex internal topography was a squirming mass of pulsating metal that Kotov’s senses told
- him should be impossible. Portions of the colossal machine appeared to co-exist in the same space,
- moving through one another in violation of perspective.
- Even those not reconfigured by the Adeptus Mechanicus found the machine disquieting to look
- upon. More so, it appeared. A number of Cadians doubled over to empty the contents of their
- stomachs across the perforated gantry. Idly, Kotov speculated as to the effect their dripping vomitus
- might have on the alien technology worked into the surfaces below.
- Even the unsubtle minds of the Black Templars were enraptured by the sight of the device.
- Sergeant Tanna raised a hand as through reaching for it, while his white-helmed champion gripped
- the hilt of his black sword.
- The machine – though Kotov’s sensibilities rebelled at the notion of labelling something so clearly
- beyond current Mechanicus paradigms with such a mundane term – had an aura within this colossal
- space that went beyond the simply mechanical.
- It seemed (and here Kotov’s mind did rebel) to have a presence akin to a living being, as though it
- looked back at the tiny specks of consciousness beneath it and was content to allow them to bask in its
- wondrous impossibility.
- Kotov shook off the notion, but like a shard of stubbornly invasive scrapcode, it could not be
- dismissed.
- ‘It’s…’ started Kotov, but he had not the words to describe what he was feeling. ‘It’s…’
- Telok appeared at his side, a hulking presence whose crystalline elements shimmered with
- reflected light from the inconstant flux of the machinery above him.
- ‘I understand,’ said Telok. ‘It takes time to adapt to the singular nature of the device. For a human
- mind, even one enhanced by the Mechanicus, to grasp its complexity requires so thorough a
- remapping of the synaptic pathways and subsequent cognitive evolution that it can scarcely be called
- human anymore.’
- Kotov nodded in wonder, barely hearing Telok, his eyes constantly drawn to the Breath of the Gods’
- discomfiting aspect. It felt like the machine exerted some irresistible pull on his senses, as though
- demanding to be the sole focus of all who stood in its presence.
- ‘You found it…’ Kotov managed at last.
- ‘I did,’ affirmed Telok.
- ‘How? It was a myth, a barely remembered legend from the hidden manuscripts of madmen and
- heretics.’
- ‘By following the clues left by its builders,’ said Telok, walking around the gently curved gantry,
- forcing Kotov and the others to follow him. ‘Those madmen were once seekers after truth like us, men
- who uncovered those truths but whose minds were ill-equipped to process their significance.’
- ‘So who was it that built this?’ asked Roboute Surcouf, with a tone that suggested he might know
- the answer.
- ‘An ancient race whose identity has long since been forgotten by the inexorable obscurity of time,’
- said Telok, waving a dismissive hand, as though who had built the machine was less important than
- who now controlled it. ‘Whatever they called themselves, they passed through our galaxy millions of
- years ago. They were godlike beings, sculpting the matter of the universe to suit their desires with
- technology far beyond anything you could possibly imagine. They came here, perhaps hoping to begin
- the process anew, extending the limits of this innocuous spiral cluster of star-systems. They thought to
- connect all the universe with stepping stones of newly wrought galaxies they would build from the raw
- materials scattered by the ekpyrotic creation of space-time itself.’
- ‘So what happened to this race of gods?’ asked Ven Anders, nervously glancing up at the rotating
- flurry of machinery. ‘If they were so powerful, why aren’t they still here? Why haven’t we heard of them
- before?’
- ‘Because, Colonel Anders, nothing is ever really immortal, not even the gods themselves,’ said
- Telok. ‘In truth, I do not know exactly what happened to them, but in the deep vaults of this world I
- found fragmentary evidence of a weaponised psychic bio-agent that escaped its long imprisonment
- and destroyed the genius of their minds, reducing them to the level of beasts. Within a generation of
- the first infection, they had all but wiped themselves out.’
- Telok paused, moving to the edge of the gantry, looking up at the swirling mass of silver and
- crackling arcs of elemental power with a look of rapture.
- ‘It is my belief that with the last of their faculties, these gods set the device to become selfsustaining
- and self-repairing, shutting down all but its most basic functions until either far-flung
- survivors of their race returned to claim it or a species arose with the capacity to be their inheritors. I
- humbly submit that I am that inheritor.’
- Telok now turned his gaze on Kotov, and the archmagos saw an expression that suggested
- anything but humility. His cognitive processes ran hot as he struggled to keep pace with what he was
- hearing. Fighting to keep his awe and unease in check, Kotov’s analytical faculties came to the fore and
- found much in Telok’s explanations that simply did not match his understanding of universal laws.
- ‘And you claim that this is the device responsible for the celestial engineering events we witnessed
- at Katen Venia and Hypatia?’
- ‘Claim?’ said Telok. ‘You doubt my word on this?’
- Kotov heard the threat in Telok’s voice and carefully framed his next words as a question of
- science, not character.
- ‘What I mean is that it is beyond belief that any one device could have the power to achieve such a
- feat,’ said Kotov. ‘What empowers the Breath of the Gods? How can this one world, no matter how
- much energy it generates, provide even an infinitesimal fraction of the power that must surely be
- required to reshape the cosmos? I do not doubt your word, but the technological mastery needed to
- restore machinery abandoned millions of years ago by a lost alien race is staggering.’
- Kotov lifted his gaze to the swirling, shimmering machine that filled the air above him, knowing
- that there was one question above all to which he needed an answer.
- ‘How did you do all this alone?’ he asked.
- Telok heard his incredulity and responded just as bluntly.
- ‘The hidden instructions left by the Stellar Primogenitor’s builders were incredibly precise,
- archmagos. Marrying them to my peerless intellect, I unlocked a series of unambiguous structural and
- mathematical prescriptions that enabled me to replicate the conditions of physical reality found
- within the Noctis Labyrinthus and thus bring the device to life.’
- Kotov’s face drained of what little colour it possessed. ‘Do not speak of that benighted place!’
- Telok waved an admonishing finger, a bladed hook of entwined metal and parasitic crystal.
- ‘Do not warn me of anything in the same breath you ask me how the device functions, archmagos,’
- warned Telok. ‘Even were current paradigms of Martian thinking capable of understanding any
- answers I might offer, you would not find them to your liking. They would upset your outmoded
- thinking and I know all too well how the Adeptus Mechanicus hates those who disrupt the stagnancy
- of their precious status quo.’
- Kotov shook his head, wearying of Telok’s monstrous ego. He held Telok’s gaze, speaking clearly so
- that there could be no mistaking the clarity of his words.
- ‘I am an archmagos of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and I own only the empirical clarity of the
- Omnissiah,’ said Kotov. ‘You, Archmagos Telok, are bound by the strictures of our order and the ideals
- of the Quest for Knowledge to divulge what you have learned.’
- ‘Oh, I shall,’ snapped Telok, the crystalline structure of his body flaring an aggressive crimson.
- ‘Have no fear of that, but as I have said, it will be at a time and place of my choosing.’
- Telok took a crashing step towards Kotov, his heavy limbs ablaze with internal fire and his fists
- clenched into pounding hammers.
- ‘And that will be when I take the vessel with which you have so thoughtfully provided me back to
- Mars in triumph,’ said Telok. ‘It will be when I stand atop Olympus Mons as the new master of the Red
- Planet.’
- The skitarii surrounding Kotov growled at Telok’s heretical pronouncements. Their weapon
- systems initiated, but Telok disengaged them with a blurt of high-level binary. They froze as their
- every internal augmentation seized up a heartbeat later.
- ‘And when I have remade the Mechanicus in my image,’ continued Telok, ‘I will use the Breath of
- the Gods to surge the heart of Terra’s sun to burn the rotting corpse of the Emperor and all his corrupt
- servants from its surface.’
- The Black Templars’ speed and aggression were phenomenal.
- No sooner had Telok spoken than they were on the offensive. No pause, no ramping up of fury. One
- minute the towering warriors were still, the next at full battle-pitch.
- Telok raised a hand and each of the Space Marines froze in place, paralysed as thoroughly as the
- skitarii. Kotov read the frenetic tempo of the machine-spirits within their battleplate as they fought to
- overcome Telok’s paralysing code.
- ‘I will become the new Master of Mankind,’ laughed Telok. ‘A ruler devoted to the attainment of the
- Singularity of Consciousness.’
- Kotov turned from Telok’s insanity as he heard the brittle sound of glass grinding on glass. Perhaps
- a hundred crystaliths were climbing onto the gantry from the inwardly curving slopes of the chamber,
- a similar number from below. They took up position all around the Cadians, extruded weapons ready
- to cut them down in a lethal crossfire.
- ‘What are you doing?’ said Kotov. ‘This is insane!’
- ‘Insane?’ said Telok derisively. ‘How could you possibly understand the mind of a god?’
- ‘Is that what you think you are?’ demanded Kotov.
- ‘I created this entire region of space,’ roared Telok, his voice afire with the passion of an
- Ecclesiarchy battle-preacher. ‘I have reignited the hearts of dead suns, crafted star systems from the
- waste matter of the universe and wrought life from death. If that does not give me the right to name
- myself a god, then what does?’
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