"Father, what was Terra like in the past?"
Lox returned to Sage Rand's Mechanicus Ark. He still felt more at ease here.
The primarchs' flagships were certainly impressive, but they always carried an invisible pressure.
"Terra? It was a beautiful place, the cradle world where humanity was born. Countless trillions of humans across the galaxy shared the same origin."
Adam, the Iron Man, followed at his side. The metal giant, over three meters tall, curiously looked around, observing the world with his electronic eyes rather than his force-field sensors.
Through his authority, he could directly communicate and exchange information with the Mechanicus Ark's Cogitator system. To him, it was as simple as eating and drinking.
But Lox hoped Adam could act and think more like a human.
Lox valued this first Iron Man to develop a soul. Within him lay enormous potential—the possibility of a new species being born.
Though this young Iron Man had already mastered vast amounts of knowledge and countless skills, his mind was only at an adolescent stage compared to a human's.
Thus, Lox had Adam remain by his side, seeing more, hearing more, and thinking more. He hoped to instill more humanity into Adam's soul, rather than create a more efficient tool or weapon.
Perhaps when Neos created the primarchs, he felt much the same way. He kept Horus by his side, influencing that extraordinary Wolf Lord with his own words, actions, and humanity.
Lox silently pondered whether beings as transcendent as primarchs would still identify themselves as "human" if no humans had participated in their upbringing.
If a primarch had fallen onto an Ork planet, would he have identified himself as an Ork?
After the bloody battle of Beta-Garmon, Lox's mind had finally been able to relax for a while. He could let his