Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 67 Purebred Human!

Aren’t those humans? How did they become aliens?
Ron was a little confused.

In the current empire, people use the characteristics of the skull to identify whether a creature is human.

The human skull symbolizes the purity of the human soul, which means that the person has not been corrupted or fallen until his death and is still a pure human being.

Because aliens and demons can change into any form, but the only thing they cannot possess is the human skull.

Therefore, various institutions and personnel in the empire often like to use emblems with skulls to express this purity.

One could see the skull symbol everywhere in the empire.

Including Ron, who is now wearing a golden skull ring on his hand.

"Mr. Robot, those are all humans, right? How could they be aliens...

Ah yes, according to you, it is an alien, it can’t be an alien, right?”

Ron pointed at the skeletons and raised his questions.

The skulls of those people were white, smooth and shiny, and looked very pure.

"This gentleman..."

The tin robot paused, as if wondering what to call Ron.

"My name is Ron Grant..."

"Hello Mr. Ron, I am Moss, a farm robot model B12"

"Okay, Mr. Moss, nice to meet you!"

Ron enthusiastically stretched out his hand to shake hands with Moss. The eye pattern on the LCD panel of Moss's eyes turned into a squinting smile, and he seemed very happy.

"Okay, Mr. Ron, let's get back to the question.

The creatures to which those bones you are referring belong are undoubtedly aliens.

According to genetic testing, the genetic similarity between those organisms and humans is less than 1%, or even lower.

Judging from the similarities, the possibility that they are human has been completely ruled out!"

After hearing Moss's explanation, Ron finally reacted.

The Golden Age robot in front of us, named Moss, determines whether it is human based on the degree of genetic similarity.

Today's human beings have undergone a large amount of human genetic engineering, as well as mutations caused by the Chaos Wars and the influence of the Warp.

Their genes no longer bear any resemblance to those of Golden Age humans.

Isn’t there a joke: From a genetic point of view, a banana from the 3K period is more like a purebred human than a human from the 40K period?

At least the genes of bananas are more than 50% similar to those of purebred humans.

In this way, it is understandable why the Iron Man rebelled.

The Iron Men might prefer to be loyal to a banana from 3K rather than serve those 40K humans whose genes have become a mess.

Of course, this was just Ron's wild guess.

So now the question is, how to pass Moss’s genetic test?
What if it doesn’t pass? That would be the end of it, right?
"Mr. Ron, please extend your hand so that we can collect your genetic sample.

Please stay calm during the process of collecting genetic samples.

Any aggressive behavior will be regarded as an attack on the farm and will be met with firepower..."

Moss reminded.

Soon, a small disc-shaped testing machine that looked like it was made of various iron sheets flew over in a crooked manner.

The detection machine suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if it was stuck, and its mechanical device was still emitting sparks.

A red alarm sounded from the detector, and an electronic voice kept ringing: "Fault, fault, fault!"

"Sorry, we've been here for too long. Many parts are rusted and not responding well..."

As Moss spoke, he raised his hand skillfully and knocked twice on the detection machine.

With the knock, the detection machine returned to normal and flew in front of Ron.

“Is this reliable?
Why do I feel like this thing is prone to errors…” Ron looked at the tattered testing machine in front of him, feeling a little worried.

However, before he could react, the detection machine quickly extended its robotic arm, pricked his hand with the tip, and took away the blood.

As the testing machine absorbed blood, data streams continuously floated across the panel on the machine, appearing to be analyzing blood.

Moss said kindly:

"Please rest assured, Mr. Ron. Based on the existing data, the detection machine will never make mistakes!
We have detected dozens of scary aliens using this machine.

Fortunately, our farm is protected by guards, so it won't be invaded by aliens!"

Ron looked at the pile of bones and felt that they had died unjustly.

If he fails the test later, I wonder if this body can withstand the attack from the prime-time weapons.

That's just an ordinary farm security device, it shouldn't be too powerful, right?

Just as he was thinking about it, the detection device floating in the air suddenly emitted a red light and started beeping.

Ron looked at Moss and asked carefully, "Is this little thing broken again?"

"Mr. Ron, you failed the test...

I'm really sorry, according to the agreement in my program, I have to expel you completely!
We will launch an expulsion attack in five seconds, and you can move freely!"

An X symbol appeared on the display in the area of ​​Moss's eyes, and he raised his gun towards Ron.

At the same time, the energy cannon in the distance began to charge, and bright light came out of the muzzle.

"Five, four, three..."

"No, why don't you be more rigorous and check it. What if there is something wrong?"

Faced with the impending attack, Ron was very anxious and imitated Moss, smashing his things twice.

The detection machine emitted a bigger spark, the alarm stopped, and then with a "beep", the green indicator light came on.

"Look, isn't this good?"

"The test passed, the test passed..."

Seeing the green indicator light on, Moss was obviously confused. He became a little excited and sparks frequently burst out of his body.

"Are you OK?"

Ron looked at it like this, afraid that it would short-circuit.

He was also thinking about how to get the farm construction technology of the golden age from this robot.

"I'm fine..."

Moss walked up to the testing machine and looked at the numbers on it. He could clearly see that he was getting even more agitated.

"Mr. Ron, according to the test, your genetic data is 99% similar to the human genes in the database!

That 1% error is because your genes are purer than the human genes in the database!

There is no doubt that you are a human being, and a more noble pure-blooded human being!"

Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what Moss said.

His guess turned out to be correct, and he was able to pass the genetic test.

After Ron's soul traveled to this world and awakened the little sun, the essence of the subspace, his body has been changing.

After all, the soul is the essence, so as he absorbs more and more power of hope, his body becomes more and more purified in the direction of the soul.

After the scripture was finished, a huge amount of hope power completely transformed his body.

The genes in his body now are pure, coming from the 3K era, and he is a completely purebred human being.

According to those fundamentalist bloodline concepts, the 3K era genes he possesses are undoubtedly the purest and most sacred human bloodline.

What a noble bloodline that is for the current Galaxy!
Ron looked at Moss. It had put down its weapon and it looked like it would not attack him anymore.

Now the identity issue is resolved.

How can we obtain farm construction technology from this intelligent robot, or even trick it back?
(End of this chapter)