Noosphere | Adeptus Mechanicus Combat Music

when you plug in a USB right side up on the first try

When you answer "I'm not a robot" and the computer asks: "Do you want to?"

Citizen: My body is a temple.
Tech Priest: Not yet it isn't.

Welcome to the 41st millennium, where you REALLY DON'T want to piss off tech support.

"Hast thou attempted the Litany of Deactivation and Reactivation?"

- Magos Stevros Geobbs of the Collegia Titanica troubleshooting the god-engine Malus, c. 009.M3

>think that the concept behind the mechanicus is kinda ridiculous.
>realize I'm typing this message on a device which I understand nothing about.
>Realize the mechanicus is most likely where humanity is heading.

How to learn coding:
Step one: put some techpriest-music
Step two: code

When the AI passes an «I'm not a robot» captcha:

In Warhammer 40k, if you don't go to church, the church will come to you.

Mandalor's review summed it up wonderfully: "most techno has a base drop, Mechanicus has a Church Organ drop,"

''We're just Skitarii, Magos. We're meant to be expendable.''
''Not to me.''

every other Sci-Fi Universe: Presses Button on Computer to Control Ship
Warhammer 40,000: A group of religous Cyborg Priests start burning incense and pray to their God while a Space Wizard is opening a Portal to Hell

I have received a new computer this christmas. The old one is barely held together with duct tape, takes centuries to start up and sometimes just turns off with no warning. It has to go. This is the last song it shall play. Goodbye old friend, you served the Machine God well.

Part of my loves working in the chemical industry. We have processes that require machines that are as big as buildings. It's mostly pipes and valves and compressed air and vacuum lines and diaphragms and shit. These huge towers are so old that there's no one left alive in the industry that fully understands them. There might be some retirees but that's it and only if you're lucky. They still output perfectly fine product in large enough amounts and replacing them and updating them would be prohibitively expensive.

So when something breaks, you can bust out the schematics, sure. Problem is there's been so many modifications and jerry-rigs throughout the decades that the schematics are not always reliable. So i'll find myself up in the tower with a team in hazmat gear (the chemicals we work with are lethal if inhaled, or if they contact skin in large enough amounts) trying to find that one fucking hose or some arcane fucking component to hunt down the specific problem. If a component cannot be repaired, there's no replacement parts. So we send it off to our machine shop and they reverse-engineer it and build a new one if they haven't already done that at some point in the past.

Yeah, I get it. A machine bigger than most houses. With multiple walkways and ladders and access points that no one fully understands. Different monitoring systems that somehow manage to communicate with a central control room (which is reinforced and can hermetically seal itself in the event of a fume release or explosion) it certainly deserves a sense of reverence. I dunno if this will fix the problem but fuck it whack it with a wrench first and see if anything happens.

Hell you should see our LDAR (leak detection and repair) techs. Hazmat gear and a sniffer probe on one arm to check gaskets for the most minute of leaks. a screen strapped to the other arm to display what the probe is picking up. And a backpack that contains the equipment needed to run the probe and to repair and replace things. Looks like a fucking techpriest sans robes.

I like how Skitarii on right looks like "Yes, I decapitated this xeno with maul. You're next" while pointing this maul at something out of picture

Plot of adeptus mechanicus:
Break into sleeping necron tomb
Steal everything that isn't bolted down before the boney boys awake

Leave and don't tell anyone because it's not an adeptus mechanicus problem anymore.

Priest to churchgowers "I see Jonathan isn't at church today..." Church fucking stands up and menacingly jogs towards Johns location

There is no truth in flesh, only betrayal.
There is no strength in flesh, only weakness.
There is no constancy in flesh, only decay.
There is no certainty in flesh, but death.

The organ you hear is 250 years old. Young by Ad Mech standard but still a worthy child of the Omnissiah.

9 people cling to their flesh, as if it will not decay and fail them!