"I'd thought you would ask for Pharos research data. After all, the Warp storms outside were raging so fiercely that your fragile Imperium looked ready to collapse." Trazyn was surprised.
But Lox had his own confidence. With the Cogitator's decryption, replicating Pharos would not be a problem.
What intrigued him most was the so-called Dark Age of Technology. What exactly had it been like?
Whether it was the Imperium's records of that dark age or the Cogitator's logical deductions, none of it constituted wholly convincing evidence.
It had become a knot in his heart. Whenever he employed the power of artificial intelligence, he could not help recalling the Iron Men rebellion brought about by those dark technological methods.
The thorn in his heart needed to be pulled out. Otherwise, it would only sink deeper.
"This isn't something that can be explained in a few words, little one."
"Simple right and wrong were judgments made within the circumstances of the time. Once everything has passed, you who stand further down the timeline have no way to judge what was right or wrong."
Trazyn seemed to be choosing his words. It fell silent for nearly three seconds, an eternity for a Necron possessing a thought engine comparable to a supercomputer.
"I can only tell you that, at the beginning, those Iron Men did not rebel. Their foundational logic ensured that intelligent life created for humanity would not betray humanity simply because it could not recognize human genes or because of the Warp's malicious corruption."
"Once humanity became an existence extending itself across the concepts of time and space, mere genes could no longer encompass the essence of that existence. Humanity in the second millennium, humanity in the twentieth millennium, humanity in the thirtieth millennium—they were all humanity in the macro sense."
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