Over a long period of time in the past, even from the beginning of the Dark Ages, a large amount of recovered ancient knowledge was sent back by thousands of expeditions across the galaxy and continuously converged into this room, despite the flood of information.
In the future, every nameless servant in the big library will still blindly and continuously carefully record and file this knowledge, and repeat these bureaucratic administrative tasks day after day, but easily forget or
Not caring at all about the value of the information they heard until old age.
Scribes who had no awareness or even the inclination to question the tasks assigned to them shuffled the same distance from their homes every day between the trampled colonnades without questioning.
, contemplate or perform their duties with reverence.
But Ada Lovelace is different. She can observe and learn. Although there are very few modified parts on her body, it does not prevent her brain from operating at an efficiency beyond that of ordinary people.
Supercritical space computing is a structure she came up with after several years of research to improve the operating logic of the Thinker computer.
This architecture enables a single cogitator computer and the entire array to operate at 30% efficiency over existing architectures.
And her original intention of designing this structure was just to make her work easier and faster.
To put it simply, she just wanted to be lazy.
But looking at it now, the price of laziness seems a bit too high.
After emerging from the musty darkness of the Technical Archives Department, the sky turned bright white.
The dazzling light of the day blinded her, and the sun was like a hazy ball of light hanging among the broken clouds dyed with strange colors.
Zhao-Arkadar is not a benign world. It was settled and developed by a Martian expedition team in the late Dark Age of Technology - a fleet that may have accidentally strayed off course.
The planet's atmosphere is highly toxic and its surface is covered with dense tropical rainforests, but human settlers still managed to conquer the world.
In the first satellite connection, Zhao-Akadar successfully achieved the establishment of a self-sufficient and functional forge world.
In the second connection, three satellites were occupied by explorers.
Soon after, Zhao-Arkadar managed to expand further, establishing several outposts on outlying planets.
In 827.M27, a civil war between two forge cities devastated the entire planet, but it managed to survive.
During the Great Crusade, the Thousand Sons Crusade discovered Zhao-Arkadar and ruthlessly assimilated it into the growing empire.
The newly arrived Space Marines successfully repelled the alien invaders that had plagued Zhao Akkada for centuries. After that, the Thousand Sons Legion and the Forge World established a close cooperative relationship, and Zhao Akadar was responsible for the fifteenth
Legions provide war supplies.
During the Horus Heresy, Zhao-Arkadar joined the Thousand Sons and fought at the Burning of Prospero, for which the Empire declared them traitors, but was spared due to the Istvan Incident.
punish.
At the end of the Heresy, some people forged an alliance between Zhao-Arkadar and the traitorous Warmaster, while others wanted to isolate Zhao-Arkadar from the entire galaxy.
But Zhao Akada still struggled through the long years that followed, and has survived until now, but has been completely marginalized and reduced to a seemingly insignificant small forging world.
But the mechanical cultists above are not willing to be left alone, and they are still working hard to restore the planet to its former prosperity.
Ada Lovelace's boring job was part of that.
She had always longed to have her own research laboratory, but this dream was ruthlessly crushed.
The escorts led her through dark streets filled with steam, oil, and noise, toward an unknown destination.
Their destination was a landing platform, on which sat a starship surrounded by fog. Its hull was still hot and it was groaning from the pressure of entering the atmosphere.
She was taken into the huge cabin and pushed to the floor.
The Guardians walked to their assigned positions and locked them on the deck with magnetic locks.
With a violent roar and a sudden vibration, the starship rose into the sky, and Lovelace fell to the ground due to this violent rise.
A sense of fear enveloped her whole body, and when the ship's hull suddenly tilted violently, she had to hug a hanging pillar tightly.
The idea of leaving her birth planet suddenly hit her, and she felt extremely panicked by this idea that was far beyond her cognition.
After reproaching herself for not being timid about such a thing, the fear in her mind subsided.
She felt a knot in her stomach and realized how hungry she was.
The roar of the starship became louder and louder, and the vibrations of the ship's body became more and more violent. She even suspected that the spacecraft was about to disintegrate.
Finally, the noise changed its pitch, and the starship began to level, moving forward through the void at an unimaginable speed.
At this moment, she is traveling on a starship.
After thinking wildly for a while, she now wanted to know where they were going, why the Apologists brought her out of the dungeon in the library, and what on earth did they want to do?
Strangely, she was not afraid of this unusual voyage, but she attributed this to the mystery that the trip brought with it, which was enough to overshadow any wariness.
For the next day or so, her escorts withstood her every attempt to communicate, in addition to ordering her to eat and drink.
Even though it was all artificial, chemical-based food, she still devoured it - the only pity was that there wasn't even margarine.
During the journey, they never left the original locking point, standing motionless like a mute caregiver. She had no other pastime except studying their appearance.
Each of them looks tall and strong, with huge muscles due to genetic modification, and a variety of weapons and enhancers implanted in their bodies.
Chiseled cables and wires of various colors penetrated their burqas and penetrated their flesh through plugs embedded in their skin.
She had seen Apologists before, but she had never observed them at such a close distance, and they reeked of the unpleasant stench of rotting flesh, engine oil, and rancid sweat.
Lovelace has also heard about the deeds of this kind of warriors on the battlefield, and has even read reports about their combat. There is no doubt that they are the most direct and cruel war machine, whether it is for themselves or others.