"Clever little one, now that you've heard me out, would you be interested in accepting my invitation?"
Trazyn crossed one leg over the other and hummed a Necrontyr tune.
If he had not known Trazyn's intentions, Lox might have continued to spar with him conversationally for a while longer.
"Rest assured, you will not be displayed in a stasis field like my other exhibits. That would hardly be respectful," Trazyn said. "I can set aside an area in my museum for you, where everything can be restored to the way you remember it."
"You could live there without a care, free from the burden of your heavy mission. Believe me, it would be even more real than that time in your memories."
The Necron overlord waved a hand, and the room was completely covered by hyper-realistic holographic projections.
As Lox looked at the familiar streets and listened to the warmly familiar clamor, memories that had already faded in his mind abruptly came alive again.
Over tens of thousands of years, it seemed that everything but him had changed.
"Your humans have erupted into civil war once again. Though this one is nowhere near as severe as the Iron Men rebellion at the end of what you call the Dark Age of Technology, you still face the threat of extinction."
Trazyn said, "The Wolf Lord beloved by your Emperor is backed by the evil will of the Warp. This is not merely your civil war; the Chaos Gods intend to use it to expand their influence in the material universe."
"So, most likely, Wolf Lord Horus will destroy the Imperium and ascend the throne as a puppet of Chaos. From then on, humanity will become lambs raised by the gods, their emotions harvested for power."
"Or perhaps the Wolf Lord will