"Why... does this guy love courting death so much?"
Inside the Private Communications Room, Lorgar casually tossed the Dataslate containing the urgent intelligence he had just received through covert channels onto the table with a dull thud.
He leaned back into his high-backed chair and raised a hand to massage his faintly throbbing temples. His bronze face showed undisguised exhaustion and an almost absurd degree of irritation.
"After returning to the Eleventh Legion, Turing openly proposed a plan at its first full assembly to promote a 'deep, secure integrated link' between the Legion and an 'Advanced Artificial Intelligence Assistance System.' The details are unclear, but his intentions are plain."
"I thought that after all that time 'recuperating' on Terra, after suffering so much, he would have learned his lesson and behaved himself for a few days..." Lorgar's voice slipped through his fingers, thick with helplessness.
"And what happened? He barely got home, barely had time to settle into his chair, before pulling this 'major initiative' on me. Linking AI to a Legion? He actually dared to dream it up, and dared to say it out loud!"
He lowered his hand, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. Turing's obsession, his almost pathological reliance on and admiration for the Men of Iron and AI technology, far exceeded Lorgar's initial estimates.
This was no longer a simple case of being deceived. It seemed more like a dangerous core logic rooted in the very nature of his existence.
"Don't blame yourself for this, Lorgar." A low, calm voice, almost textured with shadow, came from the darkness in a corner of the communications room.
Konrad Curze had quietly appeared there at some unknown point. Arms folded, he leaned against the wall, his face indistinct beneath his hood. Only his eyes, which seemed capable of