Tech Heresy Incarnate 1

(Planet Chemos: 30th Millennium)

Have you ever felt like you were the universe's greatest joke? More specifically, like you were the butt of the universe's joke?

That's me right now.

One second I'm playing Space Marine 2, practically dunking on all the noobs using the bulwark-class because I enjoy being thick and indestructible.

Nothing like hearing, "You're bad!" over and over for using the class that's designed not to take damage.

The next second, I'm sending a message telling someone I'm playing against to stop, or I'll report them, and in the blink of an eye—I'm here. And here being somewhere?

However, that isn't even the biggest elephant in the room. It's the fact that I've somehow summoned materials to create what I believe, based on my calculations, is a basic synth from Fallout 4.

The thought crossed my mind because I thought I was dreaming. Maybe I had entered the Fallout universe, and as soon as I entertained the idea, the materials just appeared.

Now I'm sitting in front of nothing, staring at spare parts. The world itself is the definition of shitty. Honestly, I'm not even sure how I'm breathing because there doesn't seem to be an atmosphere, it's so freakin' dark.

It's like an endless twilight across the horizon, which should be impossible unless the suns are so oddly positioned that light only reaches in such a way that it looks like a never-ending night.

"Calm down, Adam. You can make it through this. If you survived the Xbox lobbies from the old Call of Duty days, you can survive here." I take a breath, look at the parts, and focus on making them disappear. Because if I can make them appear, I can probably do the opposite.

And just like that, it seems as if reality folds in on itself and sucks up the materials before vanishing. As I stand up, I notice my body feels… different. I've gone from 5'6" to what seems like at least 6'3".

Not that I'm complaining. I've always wanted to be tall, which may or may not tie into my thing for tall women, but that's neither here nor there. As I take stock of my surroundings, I realize there's nothing in any direction. Just endless rocks, dust, and decay. Honestly, it looks like a desert planet, but instead of sand dunes, it's endless canyons.

Okay, step one: I need supplies. I have a feeling I can't just summon food or water. So, it looks like I'll need to build it.

But first, I need shelter. There's definitely something out there. As I scan the terrain, looking for flat ground amidst these endless craggy rocks, I manage to find what looks like a decent patch of dirt. At least it's not sand.

Focusing my power again, I feel the same small tear in reality open, and from it comes the technology I need, specifically, the constructor from Subnautica, because building a shelter on my own would take way too long. I don't exactly feel ready to create advanced AI just yet.

I summon the constructor device, followed by a small tablet-like device to store all my schematics. I make sure to encrypt it to hell. As I imagine various buildings, one set of designs comes to mind.

I begin drawing them on the pad, and soon enough, my creation is complete: the Adam House Pad, Version One. Honestly, it looks like a mix between a capsule home from Dragon Ball and a capsule home from Subnautica.

But I'm not going to build it on the surface—it's too risky.

Back to square one. At least until I remember something that will help me clear a lot of materials quickly. With a small smile, I imagine something all gamers can remember:

Their first diamond pickaxe and shovel.

As I summon them, a small note appears in front of me:

This is the one and only time I'm going to do you a favor. Take care of these tools. And just to be clear, I'm not salty about those Warhammer matches. Good luck, kid. — The First

As I pick up the tools, I notice they've already been enchanted, presumably a bonus from whoever sent me here. I plant the shovel in the ground, and a 3x3 square around me instantly disappears. Before I fall in, I manage to grab the ledge.

"Okay, Adam, definitely look before you leap next time." I pull myself up and realize how dangerous this shovel is. Then, I plant the pickaxe into the ground, but unlike the shovel, it only highlights one singular area.

I begin forming basic stairs down the hole I made, working my way deeper. Thankfully, I can summon basic survival tools like wood and matches to light my way. It's disheartening, though, to see the lack of elements on this planet. No gold, no silver, no iron… nothing.

I didn't find any diamonds either, but progress is progress. Once I've made sufficient headway, I stop digging down and start widening the space. After clearing out a decent area, I pull out the constructor and upload the schematics from the Adam Pad.

Soon, the holographic display shows the size of the house. After confirming it, the house digitizes in front of me. Once it's placed, I work on supports for the area to avoid a cave-in. I set up arches and pillars and apply adhesive to keep everything in place. The adhesive is Adhesive X from the Marvel universe—the same stuff Zemo used to graft his mask to his face.

After ensuring the supports are solid, I realize I have no idea what time it is. With no sun, a sundial is out of the question. I'll need to modify a basic clock to match the planet's magnetic field. I'll also need to measure time based on the surrounding stars and create recording equipment to log the planet's sidereal days.

Who knows how long a day here lasts compared to Earth?

I head back up my long stairway, making a note to create an escalator—or maybe a short-range teleportation device, like the one from the Deadpool game.

Once at the top, I set up basic recording equipment, from cameras to motion sensors, all feeding into the servers I'm going to build in my hobo home. After camouflaging everything with holographic displays, I head back down, disguising the entrance along the way.

In my underground base, I begin setting up basic furniture. The constructor makes this easy, though I'm limited to stone and wood for now, at least until I create some sort of fabricator.

"So much to do, so much to say, so much more to build in this shitty house," I mutter to myself. As I work, I sift through my memories to ensure nothing's out of place, but I come across an interesting discovery:

I remember everything.

I remember every meal I've eaten, every book I've read, every face and name from high school. Even the smells from my childhood kitchen.

Great. I have a photographic memory, which I'll need. The only thing I can't recall is what happened after that Warhammer PVP game. I remember winning, getting a message from that salty player, and then… nothing.

So, either I'm in a very lucid dream, or I've been cast into another universe. Honestly, I'm not sure how to feel. I wasn't exactly down on my luck, but I wasn't going anywhere either.

I think I'm building all this stuff just to keep my mind off the existential dread of what's happened. My entire life was uprooted in seconds. I'll never see my family again, because finding my exact universe, even with all my knowledge, will take decades, if not centuries, or more.

What's frustrating is that every time I try to think about multidimensional tech, I draw blanks. It's as if whoever gave me this power is preventing me from leaving this universe.

Fine. Fine! I'll make this universe my bitch and then I'll find a way. Even if I'm not leaving because I want to—just to prove that I can. And who's going to take care of my dog while I'm off in Isekai-land?

No, I'm not leaving Goose to his fate.

With renewed vigor, I focus on creating basic servers. Thankfully, I can craft my own superconductor and circuit boards, which is a relief—I didn't want to wire kilometers of cables. Soon enough, in my pseudo-basement, I have a setup comparable to an NSA listening station. But I have a feeling this is just the beginning.

As I check the monitors to ensure the equipment is recording everything, my heart drops.

On the footage, I see a white streak across the sky. Enhancing the image, I realize it's a pod. But it's not the pod that terrifies me—it's the symbol on it.

Even if you're not a superfan, you'd recognize the symbol of the Emperor of Mankind anywhere. Based on my surroundings and the fact that the pod is about to land, I realize I'm on one of the Primarch planets.

I place my hands on my head and begin pacing the room. There are so many ways this could go wrong.

What if it's one of the crazier sons of the Emperor? I don't want to deal with the madness of Magnus or the fanatical intensity of the Lion. God forbid I end up with Konrad Curze.

After a good ten minutes of pacing, I return to the footage. Unfortunately, I can't tell which Primarch is in the pod, and it's gone out of range.

If there's a silver lining, though, even the Emperor's sons take time to grow and claim positions of power. I've got a few years, at best.

If this really is the Warhammer universe, I'm going to shove innovation up the ass of the Adeptus Mechanicus, whether they like it or not. And under no circumstances am I becoming soup for the Zerg wannabes.

Not to mention… them. I'm surprised I'm even alive right now, considering how powerful those four are. I should've been erased from existence the second I arrived. I'll need to investigate further, but I'm not touching the Warp—not yet.

For now, I'll focus on the material I can see.

I return to the drawing board, preparing to fortify this entire planet. If worse comes to worst, I'm making my stand here.

So begins Phase 1 of Operation Scientific Victory.

(We have another Warhammer snippet on our hands. This one is more focused on science rather than esoteric powers, especially when esoteric powers in this universe are actively trying to kill you.)

(Essences Used: Human Science God, Progenitor Human, Involate Self, Tinker Of Imagination)

(By the way, the essence of the Human Science God, or more specifically the megastructure, he doesn't have access to just yet it exists, but he has to find it, and don't worry, it exists in a pocket dimension. Also feel free to recommend any technology you want him to base his architecture/vibe on.)

(Also the later parts of this entire snippet series is a giant joke so Warhammer fans do not crucify me.)