Chapter 9 Gear Boy Doesn't Want to Go to Work - Gear Boy in Warhammer

It's fine to secretly use various unapproved technologies behind the scenes as long as you don't get caught.

But once exposed, and if you happen to "violate" a prohibition, and Mars happens to "pay attention" (become interested), then Mars Headquarters will let you know:

What the Adeptus Mechanicus is.

What it means for "heretics to be more detestable than xenos!"

Of course, if you have the strength to contend with Mars Headquarters, like the Forge World called "Acheron Eight" that likes to research Tyranid technology, Mars can turn a blind eye.

The Adeptus Mechanicus Mars Headquarters treats Forge Worlds this way, and Forge Worlds treat Tech-priest the same way.

This also leads to "death of person, disappearance of tech" becoming the norm in the social ecology within the Adeptus Mechanicus, with grave-digging research enduring; the "grave" isn't necessarily an old one from the Golden Age, but could also be a new "grave" of a deceased Tech-Priest.

"Improved?" Father Louis asked, somewhat incredulously.

Just as Omega was about to show off, someone next to him, acting as a hype man, triumphantly disassembled the lasgun, pointed to the parts he had modified, and said:

"Father Louis, look at this!"

"Oh, that's a really good idea; it must have borrowed design concepts from the hellgun."

"Exactly, now look at this!"

"Hmm!? Adding two circuits to make the energy more concentrated, increasing power and reducing energy consumption."

"Right, now look at this!"

"Tsk! This is?"

"Alloy 96, with better electrical and thermal conductivity."

"That's right! Why didn't I think of that! Tech-Priest Omega, I must say, your talent is truly impressive!"

Father Louis looked at the little guy in front of him and sighed inwardly:

Although vat-grown individuals are born with knowledge that others can only dream of, there are pros and cons. The artificially shaped personality and cognition are inherently incomparable to those that develop naturally.

Father Louis himself was also vat-grown. He knew how many years it took him to break free from simply doing what others told him, to understand what "I" was, what "thoughts" were, and what "joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness" were.

This little guy seemed to act like a "person," a "person" with thoughts and emotions, from about a month after he arrived at the Temple! (The incident where he truly hugged a thigh.)

Has technology advanced? Or is there some other reason? I really want to study him!

Omega suddenly shivered, but being in the midst of his pride, he didn't pay it any mind.

"Hahaha, you flatter me, but unfortunately, Alloy 98 is expensive, so this improvement has no practical significance, Father Louis."

"..."

"Father Louis?" Omega looked up at Louis, who was staring at him, and asked in confusion.

Father Louis snapped back to reality and quickly said, "The simple structure of the lasgun is why there are so many models; it has a lot to do with the materials available at the place of manufacture. The important thing is the concept."

"I see. I was wondering why I couldn't find the material for the power cell on this Lucius pattern."

"Right, this element is relatively scarce on our Forge World, and using it on a lasgun would be too wasteful. The cost would increase too much with trade, which doesn't fit the lasgun's positioning."

Omega nodded in agreement, "Exactly. Even the worst hellgun is better than a lasgun!"

"Haha, that's the point."

After the gun test, Omega had to behave himself for a while. Without money, he had no choice but to behave.

There were ways to make money: finding Anduin to help sell the lasgun, then buying several old, broken ones, repairing them, and selling them again, repeating the cycle.

Firstly, Omega couldn't bear to part with his finely crafted lasgun. Even if he could, there would be no need for him to repeatedly dance on the red line (dotted line). What if one day, for some trivial matter, the higher-ups started to take it seriously?

How would an underage individual on a Forge World be judged for manufacturing and selling armaments?

Money? He would have it later. Don't forget that he was living a "normal" life without any special advantages now. Before going to sleep, he would even violate the ancestral precepts of the Adeptus Mechanicus by reciting the "Lectitio Divinatus" obtained from the black market, then he would sleep. He was so loyal, but the Emperor just wouldn't acknowledge him.

The Emperor: Where's that little rascal who keeps chanting about me?

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned, and Omega's normal life suddenly ended.

After class that day, Omega had just bought dinner from a terrifying-looking vending machine-servitor.

"Ah Fan, one can of Grox and one serving of dried vegetables, and one energy starch bar."

"Received. Preparing your order, esteemed Tech-Priest Omega."

"Ah Fan, you know, the first time I came here, I had nightmares that very night."