Warhammer: Start with a dog

Ah, a new day, a new Reka coffee, a new breakfast and a new...last holiday.

"Okay. Since you've said this, the countdown for your lazy days of being a salted fish will begin. The good days when you only need to provide your "power" are over, hahaha! I will arrange your new work schedule and start their feasibility calculations. When the calculations are completed, hehe... enjoy your last holiday, Ramizann Kalosini!"

--BY After hugging his body tenderly for five minutes, when Ramizann was still moved, the absolutely terrifying statement of the black and white plush tyrant who turned his face and grinned.

"... Do you listen to what this man is saying?! Are you a demon!!!!"

"Yes, I am. I am not a human either."

"..."

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So, in the Calixis Sector, probably one morning in 999.M41, under the early morning sunlight formed by artificial lumens, Mr. Ramezan Kalosini opened his eyes again in his 22-foot bed in his private room on the Iron Warriors flagship Iron Blood.

After reluctantly hugging the quilt and rolling around on the pillow for fifteen minutes, the current nominal commander of the Iron Warriors Legion, the commander of the "Silver Skull" Chapter, the current head of the ancient and mysterious Kalosini Dynasty of Rogue Traders, and the fourth Primarch (body) had to get up because the speed and strength of the border collie's claws in the war became increasingly impossible to ignore.

"Next time when you wake me up, don't stare at my shins and ankles and step on them so precisely, okay, Pepe baby, you don't want your body to be hurt!"

"I am still very confident in the physical fitness of a Primarch like me who is made of steel inside and out, but don't think about it! Don't! Think! About! It!"

"Okay, okay..."

Walking in old-fashioned X-shaped shoelace slippers with suspicious teeth marks (one of the many small personal items made by someone himself), he wandered to the indoor coffee machine and pressed a few buttons with a sense of ritual. Hot Reka coffee, artificial milk and a little hazelnut syrup were poured into Ramizane's favorite cup from the nozzle in turn.

Then there was the daily washing and some strange little rituals in the morning, including but not limited to the fact that he had to check and wipe Perturabo's face, eyes, mouth and paws, feed him nutritional potions, and brush his teeth.

Fortunately, there are enough fully automatic robots and smart homes here - well, I should say that some smart homes may be operated by Magna in multiple threads at the same time, but because the original function he was created does include "controlling all system services of the Iron Blood", so it's okay, except.

"Does it count as using child labor if we ask Magna to serve us like this?"

Then he received a roll of the dog's eyes.

"His basic personality is based on that stone, and his intelligence level test is far higher than the legal age, so the time he was created cannot represent his true cognitive age!"

Then their conversation was interrupted by the "really powerful! Super! Super strong! Super cool! (Lami Zahn)" robot that knocked on the door to deliver breakfast.

Whiterace is now responsible for many of the additional jobs that were created due to the gradual deployment of Ahlin and the Honor Guard members. The regional teleportation function allows him to handle the tasks with ease, and Magna's main computing body can spend more time on the bridge, learning more practical experience and knowledge from Captain Watt, who has been driving this ship for 10,000 years, or allocating more computing power to cope with the increasing computing needs of this ship.

Today's breakfast is fried hydroponic tomatoes, spinach, fungi and runny eggs in olive oil sprinkled with pepper and salt, served with crispy nut toast on both sides. When someone complained that "there is not even bacon and fried sausage in it", Whiterace flashed into the bustling cafeteria before the black and white demon viciously attacked someone's relationship between food taste and brain thinking ability.

After finding that the first window might not have meat, the mighty warrior hunched up, then jumped up, stepped over the shoulders of two Dreadnoughts that were judged destroyed and had to lie there (earning many Nuceria and Ancient Terran swear words and elegant curses), jumped onto a fortress tower that was being fought over by Warhounds and Emperor's Children, and then accurately turned with the thrusters behind him to land at the sixth window.

With one hand, he accurately entered the identity codes of the two superiors he was serving, then took out a whole tray of fried bacon, Nuremberg sausages and liver loaf from it, while opening his personal shield to avoid hitting the tray with several paintball bolters that were firing at him fiercely, and finally reached into the basket full of fresh sterile artificial eggs on the inside of the window with his other hand, grabbed two eggs, and then disappeared with a teleportation flash and ozone before several warriors charging at him and the barbed metal mesh guns designed to catch him arrived.

The whole process was smooth and not a single egg was broken. It took only 33 seconds. Before Ramizane finished his first cup of Hazelnut Reka Coffee, his plate was filled with sizzling bacon and grilled sausages, while Perturabo's plate was filled with liver paste slices cut with a combat dagger without pepper or salt, and a small bowl was filled with an artificial sterilized raw egg.

"..."

"..."

"Look, can't we really consider building ourselves a mech like him that can go to the battlefield and the kitchen, has a high degree of self-discipline, and does not violate the boundaries of artificial intelligence?" Ramizane looked at Perturabo across from him sincerely.

The latter glanced at "White Rise" with a very awkward and complicated look, who looked very sarcastic for some reason despite his attentive and polite service.

"Well, the core thinker he uses... is very rare and special, so he is a prototype, and the supporting program can only be matched with Magna. Decima should have told you."

"Well, I really hope that the armory can develop the same thinker core one day."

"Uh-huh, yes."

To be honest, when Ramizane saw the battle record of "White Rise", he was really envious, but after the subsequent feedback from the armory told him the cost of this mech, he could only regretfully give up the ambitious plan of large-scale equipment. Especially when the Decima sage who asked for a very high price for civilian goods politely told him that the most important and critical 'Special Thinker' core in "White Rise" might cost more than fifty Titan Legions.

"What kind of 'Special Thinker' core is used... But as long as this type of core is not used, the arsenal is reduced to half, and the individual shield... Well, this strength should not be too low... I will bargain with Decima later..."

An ordinary breakfast on the Destiny Steel ended in such an atmosphere.