3)Divisio Biologis

"I am a Child of the Omnissiah, cultist of the Machine God. The rites of manifold applications, the liturgies of ignition, and the songs of Engine-seeing are mine own to know. I speak to the spirits of ancient tech machines, from the warrior heart of a battle tank to the secret wisdom of the cogitator."

-VOX SERVITOR THETA, ON BEHALF OF CULT MECHANICUS ADEPT MANUEL.

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"..Time Alert! Eight hours and six minutes have passed! Time Alert.."

Hierigonis Gammo woke up in a state of dread. He was confused for a moment as to where he was. As he punched away the chronograph, he soon recollected being in a new dorm after being promoted to a Magos.

Looking at the chronograph on the floor he was rather sure he had just committed heresy.

Gammo quickly picked up the timepiece in a hurry and polished it with the sleeve of his shirt and chanted litanies as if trying to appease a fallen child. And gently putting it down on the table beside his bed.

He noticed the manuscript about the human brain and the immaterium he was reviewing the last night. He had fallen fast asleep after setting up his cogitator and data banks after extensive rituals. He quickly pulled himself out of his comfy mattress. His body moved on its as he changed from his bedwear to a simple brown robe. He picked up his cogitator which seemed like an ornate laptop covered in runes, sigils, and parchment. Booting it took another round of Binary chants which he practically understood nothing about like most tech-priests.

But they clearly worked as they surely coaxed the 'machine spirit' into working. From his understanding, the Machine Spirit was an animistic spirit that inhabited and controlled nearly all technology in existence. The functioning, or lack thereof, of any machine, is believed to be the result of its spirit's disposition. To keep their Machine Spirits happy and cooperative, operators, therefore make numerous ritualized advances to the machinery.

These rituals depend on the machine or technology at issue, but in most cases include various maintenance rituals and prayers of function. They may also occasionally include a sacrificial offering or libation. The number of rituals or the size of the offering is increased in value if the machine is large and or important to some specific purpose.

Immediately, he started going through the files about the brain and its segments which were in turn related to the unchartered murky waters known as the Empyrean. Delving too deeply in later without proper precautions would basically be inviting the title of 'Heretek' towards him. Hereteks discovered or captured by the Mechanicus are either executed outright or have all of their cybernetic implants painfully removed and their organic remains transformed into a mindless servitors as penance for their tech-heresy. This was one of the reasons why Gammo had no bionic implants until now as a Senior tech priest often held the master code over their subordinate's implant and use them to record and plagiarise their research and memories. Taking his thoughts out of other matters, he quickly started quickly reading the documents on the subject matter,

"The initial reflexive emotional response to something in our environment occurs very quickly and often eludes conscious control. These responses occur in an ancient part of our brain known as the limbic system. Unlike the more recently developed cortex, the limbic system has fewer layers of neurons to process information. The result is fast, but as our experience shows, it also does not always integrate all the relevant information. The borders of the limbic system are inconsistently described in the literature and seem to expand or contract to best suit the interests of the writer. The functions of the limbic system also extend beyond emotion to include memory, olfaction, and autonomic function. The most important components of the limbic system for emotion include the amygdala, the hypothalamus, the cingulate cortex, and the ventral tegmental area. These structures generally have in common a simpler type of cortical structure (fewer layers of neurons than six) and all are located closer to the center and base of the brain. While the importance of the limbic system in emotion has been emphasized, these structures are also influenced by other areas of the brain, particularly the prefrontal cortex..."

None of the information here served any practical purpose to him, with a quick look around the room he also realized the lack of serious scientific equipment to create what he wanted. Gammo could no longer stay in the room. As he swiftly shut down his cogitator and picked himself up, but he felt a pang of lethargy. It seemed his previous life habit of procrastination had been carried to his new life, and when for the first time in his new life he felt secure and protected by ceramite walls from the horror of the forge world, he just wanted to sleep. He quickly suppressed his lazy side by imagining a gruesome death consumed by Tyranids.

'I always hated bugs', his face couldn't help but contort in fear.

He quickly stuffed his mouth full of supplements and enzyme tablets and stripped himself of his linen robes. With a click on his Impulse cogitator which looked like a wristwatch, he activated two of the still servitors, which sprang into life and started armoring him in his anti-radioactive suit and attaching its related accessories like vox converters, as he subconsciously chanted in binary.

Draping his body with a red robe, he headed for the door, and the two servitors carried his cogitator and databank. A levitating servo-skull followed behind them.

As the bunker-like door opened the unending clamor of the Crimson Forge world crammed into his helmet's audio receptors. The never-ending chants from the Grand Temple of the Omnissiah. The menials, servo-skulls, adepts, and tech-priests all seemed to move in a suffocating order. They seemed like cogs in a machine. Gammo joined them, for he was a cog of this forge world called Mars too. The Largest Forge World in the Imperium. Centre of the Cult Mechanicus and seat of the ruling Fabricator-General. Homeworld of three full Titan Legions. He soon broke away from the tide of steel and flesh and moved to a cathedral-looking building similar to the Grand Temple of the Omnissiah beside it but much smaller in proportions. As he neared he could see the numerous scriptures of double helixes on its walls. As he neared the closed entrance of the establishment, he saw what could only be described as a titanic steel gargoyle, it shifted its neck towards him as if alive.

Hierigonis Gammo felt naked, all he felt was the horror of being stripped and being seen by an existence so inhuman.

'No!!! This..this is just a biological response facing a being.. a machine spirit whose ego was strong enough I felt its strength...but why?'

As the rational part of him regained control, he looked around himself, and none other than him had an unnatural reaction. Thankfully either no one had seen his reaction or people just didn't care. He quickly behaved himself as the entrance opened up. He took a great look at the hall room which seemed to be shaped like a semi-circle. What amazed Gammo was that there were no menials in this great altar, unlike others he had seen which at least had a few menials praying to the Omnissiah. Rust-draped magi and priests discussed in hushed tones. The adepts around the hall silently observed exotic Biological organs both natural and gene-crafted preserved in stasis fields.

The center of the altar was a sophisticated reactor covered in glyphs and sigils and the choir boy adepts around it chanted in High Gothic. Above the reactor stood the statue of a nude man facing forward and surrounded by a square, while superimposed on a circle. The man was portrayed in different stances simultaneously: his arms were stretched above his shoulders and then perpendicular to them, while his legs are together and also spread out along the circle's base. It was the Vitruvian man from his last life but it had a different name here, Primus Humanum.

'The sole representative of Divisio Biologis...at least the puritanical one.'