2)Gift

"Let nothing dissuade your quest for knowledge. Let none slow your pursuit and acquisition of holy technology. Let no one stand between you and the procurement of that which is rightfully the Machine God's due"

-THUSDORIUS KNOCH, INVICTUS ACQUISITOR

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Gammo felt the cold liquid flowing over his body as stood under the makeshift shower. This feeling brought back memories, of his last life. Memories of a different Terra, or Earth as it was called in his last life. He remembered the days when he would collect and paint miniatures of War-machines and Heroes of a fantasy world. He could recall perfectly well the stories that the fantasy world had, 'Grimdark' was probably the most appropriate description of that world. A world of endless war, plague, treachery, and pain, where hope was nothing but a naive thought.

That fantasy was now his reality and had been for decades now. He had many times wished that this all was just a dream, but he never woke up.

He turned off the shower as he stepped outside his 'bathroom', with a simple verbal command a servo-skull carrying a substitute Air blower orbited him to dry him off. As Gammo looked at his body he couldn't help but think he looked very different from a nearly seventy-year-old man, even those with the keenest eyesight would say that he was hardly a day over thirty. After numerous cycles of physiotherapy, enzyme treatments, and even replacing his original organs with much healthier and disease-resistant vat-grown organs, it was quite natural that he looked so young and healthy. He was sure even if he never took any other life-extension treatments he would still probably live another half a century before death consumed him once more.

But he had no such plans, Gammo even in his previous life was so afraid of the cold embrace of death that he had left his well-paying job as a senior physician in a Public Hospital to learn more about biotechnology and life extension. Although he had seemingly failed, he had somehow been transmigrated to this universe. He wrapped his body in an informal robe, though just as he was about to loosen up for the day, he heard a knock at his door.

Covering his face with a breather, Gammo opened the door, it was a servitor carrying a fairly enormous suitcase, and with a simple facial scan, the husk of a man left the suitcase for him. Gammo slowly dragged the suitcase to the chamber where he had also set up his cogitator and databanks. Opening the suitcase revealed the stuff from his last dorm, all of which he had decided to not bring with himself, almost all of which technically belonged to the Magos he used to assist. Property rights in the forge worlds were quite bizarre, living or non-living almost resources including even personal accessories belonged technically to the Fabricator-General, and if in some cases it didn't, it typically belonged to a Senior tech-priest.

The only justification for getting the possessions of another magos was that his pedagogue was related to him by blood. One could go as far call her his mother. But it would somewhat foolish to infer that in an organization such as Mechanicus, where people occasionally go as far as removing the Right hemisphere of the brain because they feel it can impair their logical thought, would believe in concepts such as motherhood.

Magos Biologis Frieda Gammo had given birth to a child simply because of her twisted belief in 'Primus Humanum' that the human form was the divine vessel for knowledge, and she believed that it was Machine God's given responsibility as Human to procreate. Though did so after she was more than a century old and already reached her ambition of becoming a Magos. Gammo couldn't imagine a single moment in his life, where she treated him better than she treated those mono-tasked servitors, the only reason she didn't turn him into one was probably cause he showed a nearly unparalleled drive to gain knowledge and probably didn't depict the deep-rooted desire to feel love and affection most human children did. Magos Frieda was simply his progenitor, wanting something more in this accursed world where he was already born in a vastly superior condition than most humans, would be rather naive. However, it was pointless to hold ill feelings toward her as dismissing one's biological family for a career was something he had done in his last life and Gammo wouldn't say he particularly regretted it. If an emotionless woman like Frieda had shown a friendly gesture by sending him his things, it probably meant that she wanted to create a friendly or at least a non-confrontational relationship with a fellow Magos under the same Diviso. This wasn't very surprising as many in mechanicus tried to keep a good relationship with their machine-loving compatriots with similar backgrounds and ideologies, as the organization was framed in a way that only those held in high regard by their peers had the most power in form access to imperial funds and responsibilities, much like the universities and intelligentsia from his last life and Magos title itself was quite similar to a glorified PhD. Under any circumstance, he had decided to give her a visit the very next day to show that he would gladly reciprocate this feeling of mutual respect. Moving his thoughts away from the depressing topics, Gammo started arranging the new stuff in his chamber.

The suitcase was filled to the brim with research reports, experimental data, Gammo's old scientific apparatus, external bionic implants, Mind impulse units, Plasma guns, refractor fields, self-manufactured enzymes, hormones, and nutritional supplements. As he arranged the research data and consumables, a rather hefty manuscript covered in High gothic sigil and binary hymns, which was undoubtedly the greatest reason for his promotion into a full-fledged Magos, fell into his hands.

"Idiosyncratic Emergence of Empyreanic Energy Manipulation in Human Brains- Biologis Adept Hierigonis Gammo."

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