Delia sat before a mechanical consecration altar, with her revered Sage instructor standing before her.
The complicated ritual required extensive study and memorization until it became an instinctive response ingrained in her body. Delia picked up an Adeptus Mechanicus censer, blue-gray nanite smoke drifting from within.
Circling the great and sacred mechanical creation before her, Delia spoke devoutly: ++O great creation, please permit my humble fingers to touch your runic inscriptions++ ("This part is speech." ++This part is binary or report-like documentation++)
Delia grasped the long cord connected to the relic's heart, raised one foot, and placed it on a specially designed foothold on the relic. She pulled the cord with force. After several repeated tugs, the sacred creation before her awakened with a rapid thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud. The violent trembling of its active chassis indicated that the ritual had been a great success—the machine spirit had been fully awakened. The dignified Sage instructor nodded in satisfaction, signaling for Delia to proceed to the next step.
The binary hymn of consecration grew louder and faster, satisfying the needs of the machine spirit within the sacred machine. Just as Delia was absorbed in her consecration ritual, everything before her rapidly collapsed and disintegrated, reforming into an entirely new scene.
The suffocating, oppressive space vanished, replaced by a vast hall glowing with golden-purple light. Red velvet drapes hung low on either side, while at the center stood a magnificent throne so towering that even Delia's electronic eyes could not see its summit.
"This... this is the Golden Throne." Delia's murmur echoed through the enormous hall. She had only learned of this legendary, glorious creation through scattered words from her instructor.
It was said that on Holy Terra, the incarnation of the Machine God sat upon the Golden Throne connected to and sustaining the Astronomican.