Chapter 495: Whatever you want, I’m done with it
Perturabo's hands stopped assembling it, and Lin Fan could roughly see the prototype. It was probably a small doll symbolizing Dorne.
"But what's the point? Thousands of years have passed and only hatred will remain. I still want to punch Dorn in the face a few times. Are you still trying to persuade me not to hurt a loyal Primarch? ?”
"If I ever find Dorne, I'd be happy to join you in giving that stone head a few punches."
"Unexpected. This is not what a loyal person should do."
"It's not true, but it's good for your physical and mental health. Dorn's mouth has indeed caused a lot of unnecessary trouble."
Perturabo laughed a few times, and Lin Fan thought it was because he was doubting his words again. He raised his hand again and prepared to tie several people in the subspace together to swear.
God knows how many times the people in the subspace have sneezed because of Lin Fan's poisonous oath.
Raising his hand to stop Lin Fan's movement, Perturabo said that you don't need to make him believe anything in this way. Everything he believed in was finally shattered, and he became realistic and recognized nothing but action.
"If you had expressed your inner pain to the Emperor, he would have given your Legion some rest."
"Perfect steel cannot tolerate any softness."
"Perfection is just a kind of imperfection, isn't it? Without progress and exploration, just like your omniscient talent for understanding things, knowing everything is meaningless. I still say the same thing, you can stay if you want , leave if you want.”
After Lin Fan finished speaking, he stood up and left. But something came to his mind, and he asked Perturabo his question.
"We have killed all the children you brought out from subspace. Do you want to avenge them?"
"Is this a test for you?"
"I just respect your thoughts."
Perturabo was silent for a long time, and the two looked at each other without blinking. Then Perturabo's expressionless face relaxed slightly, and he said to Lin Fan.
"well done."
Lin Fan wanted to ask why, but Perturabo just turned around and faced him with his back, indicating that he didn't really want to talk to him about this issue.
After the door closed, Perturabo looked at the little man in his hand and muttered to himself, not knowing what he was talking about.
Perturabo stayed alone in his room for more than a week, and then walked out of the room. According to his unique understanding of the structure of the building, he came to Lin Fan's office.
"What's wrong? You haven't eaten, okay?" When Lin Fan saw it was Perturabo, he hurriedly put down the document in his hand.
Perturabo didn't speak, just stared at Lin Fan. His silent look reminded Lin Fan of Dorne.
"Are you looking for something to do?" Lin Fan asked, but still received no reply from Perturabo. He secretly complained that this naughty man was really difficult to serve, and then he took out a silver-gray helmet from under the table and put it on Perturabo's head.
"There are no battles to be fought here, and there are no weapons to be produced in a hurry. You can be a contractor and do construction or something."
"What's the name of this place?"
"The galaxy is called the Grand Hotel, this ball is called the Grand Canteen, and there are several planets called Pimple Soup, Mala, Bai Zhuo, and Thirteen Fragrances. Sounds very unique, right?"
"Stupid name." Perturabo curled his lips disdainfully, and then took out a wooden board with some names engraved on it.
Lin Fan looked at the names on the board and thought that whether it was to pass the review of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, there was no need for him to add the name of the planet to the food, but their official names had been decided, and they could call them something else in private. .
There are some names written on it, which are full of Athenian and Greek flavor, similar to the names of Perturabo's hometown Olympia.
Theia, that's an okay name. The name of the goddess of light in Greek mythology can be called a star.
Fomalhaut is also a good name, but according to the relative position of the galaxy to Terra, Lin Fan can change it to Fomalhaut. This sounds like a fortress.
"Change it yourself."
After saying this, Perturabo turned around and went out wearing a safety helmet. Lin Fan walked out of the door and shouted at Perturabo's back from a distance, telling him not to hurt anyone. He looked like a man who was worried about his child going crazy. Like parents who play to get into trouble.
Perturabo did not make any response to Lin Fan's words. He walked out of the building, looked around, recalled the planet scene he saw on the aircraft, and walked in one direction with a clear goal.
The place he was heading to was the mixed fortress area built by Krieger's Dalian Company.
In Odemeyer's vision for the construction of planetary cities, she took the central energy unit as the core and began to draw circles outwards to build urban belts based on productivity.
The highly developed recycling technology and environmental transformation technology have eliminated many issues that need to be considered in modern urban construction.
For example, in order to avoid the emission of large amounts of pollutants into residential areas in industrial areas, industrial areas in modern cities are usually located at the downwind and downstream of the urban area, and at a safe distance from the city.
In the construction ideas of the Mechanicus, they wish that the entire planet would become a huge factory serving the Gods of Mechanicum. As for whether it is polluting or not, if it can give you a puff of old poisonous smoke that has been lingering in the pipes for more than a thousand years, you should It's about feeling lucky for three lifetimes.
More imperial worlds do not even consider the issue of pollution treatment. Under the influence of the structure of the hive city, most important industrial areas are set up in the upper and middle floors, and the sewage pipes are directly inserted into the ceiling of the lower hive city.
The patter of rain composed of polluted water and the hazy clouds composed of radioactive smoke have become the scenery that every hive city has.
Sometimes you walk out of a closed and dark lower hive city floor, see the light and sandy ground outside, and think you have come to the surface, but in fact you are still in the lower hive city.
This seemingly natural light is just composed of the signal lights of the upper industrial equipment, and the sand on the ground is also formed by pollutants that have settled for more than ten thousand years.
In Odemeyer's eyes, there is absolutely no such thing as trash. If you don't know how to use it yourself, you insist on calling others trash.
Near the huge energy array in the center are first the synthetic transformation fields and supporting agricultural areas. A variety of crops with extremely high yields can not only be eaten, but are also an indispensable part of chemical production.
Odemeyer's factory extracts large amounts of minerals from plants to meet her huge demand for minerals.
Of course, this is just a drop in the bucket. In the future, we still need to develop several surrounding planets and establish a space transportation network.
This cardboard box has corpse starch written on it.