Creating a SERVITOR: A 40k Horror Story with David Attenborough.

the following is a dark tale of horror and change it is one which is to teach you two lessons firstly that if you are on a mechanic as Forge World that you must respect their worship of the machine God and their reverence of all things technological do not be tempted to assert your own dominance over that which you do not know and over those who have the means to Forever change your very being secondly this is to teach you how it feels for someone to be cybernetically modified into that of a servator yes they will continue to serve the Imperium through Grim toil and hard labor but their lives are over they will never be whole again and their purpose has been Shackled by those of the cult mechanicus Maximilian passed out when he awoke he was pinned upright to an x-shaped metal cross the air was frigid stinking of chemicals he was faintly aware of how groggy he felt he could feel where blood had dried against his chin his severed tongue aching in a steady dull pulse purple bruises blossomed over his body after a few beats Maximilian realized he was naked he tried to free himself but he was clamped in place struggling against Cold Steel Maximilian tried to calm himself some time had elapsed perhaps enough time for Gregorius to reach the Spaceport and ask the necessary questions to uncover where he had gotten to damn that old man he thought if he had just accepted bionics for his legs this would never have happened he tried to look around but his neck was clamped in place from what he could see the room was small almost like a cell its walls were cluttered with medical apparatus a Servo arm clamp on one side and a Medicaid mechadendrite on the other no one else seemed to be in the room with him Gregorius will be here soon Maximilian assured himself he began to think that this ordeal was almost over until a clunking door split open with a screeching hiss a servitor gazed blankly at him struggling under the weight of a curved metal plate held by its cold steel appendages behind was a tech adept Maximilian moaned in fear and he noted how strange his voice sounded without a tongue the serviter approached with faltering steps it might have been female once he mused that there was something feminine about the tuft of dead hair that reached down to its shoulders from the right side of its scalp either way it did not respond to maximilian's muffled please and instead it slammed the metal plate into his chest with a crushing Force the tech Adept stepped forwards with an electro drill behind it a line of servitors waited silently carrying tools bionic gears and wires Maximilian screamed as the tech Adept drilled the metal plate into his body feeling his skin Corkscrew away as the nails were fixed to his shoulder blades and ribs his vision swam in agony returning to Sharp Focus as the wall mounted medical dendrite injected him with a concoction of life-saving chems he felt his blood swim from the holes the tech Adept had made in him running like lubricant between his flesh and the plate another serviter took a step forward handing the tech Adept an electrosaur before bowing back it buzzed into life slicing through the skin of Maximilian shoulder before finding resistance at the bone the Shackled Scion howled fighting wildly against his restraints the wall mounted Servo arm pinned him down as the left arm ripped away his underarm skin tearing and giving way to an arcing splatter of blood the next server to entered presenting a grubby Bionic the tech Adept pinched at maximilian's exposed nerve fibers cleaning them of bone dust and skin as the blood flowed in steady bursts the medical mechadendrite injected Maximilian again as the tech Adept reverently took the bionic arm chanting to the omnisia as it unspooled wiring from the augment's inner workings with delicate metal hands the tech Adept wove the wires around the nerve fibers and soldered them together as Maximilian shrieked the tech Adept fed the wires back into the bionic arm positioned it against the Scion's shoulder and reached once more for the Electra drill Maximilian continued to howl some innermost portion of his mind urged him to speak to tell the tech Adept that there had been a mistake but the pain was too great for him to manage anything but screams he stared with horror at the bionic arm as the medical mechadendrite applied another dose of stem it was an ugly thing too large for his frame and was dragging him downwards against the clamps it was a thing fit only for a menial wretch a hideous unspeakable thing he convulsed as a luminant charge spasm through his body he spat fizzing blood on his metal chest but far from dissuade the tech Adept applied the electro saw to maximilian's other arm the sword bone left behind a wide Sheen of dust shaded with Crimson as his right arm tore away then the pinch the white hot Agony of metal against nerve fibers the soldering the drill Maximilian wheezed distantly he realized he wasn't screaming anymore his throat lacerated and useless he tried to think there was a name of someone who might still come but it was hard to think hard to think past the pain and the animal part of his mind that screamed in tortured Terror it was like a secret something that might still save the sign if he could only remember a name oh what blasted name could save him he thought but perhaps truthfully a part of him knew that it was too late to be saved the Scion was dimly aware of intense pressure against his torso the tech Adept was attaching metal girders to the plate building an exoskeleton to support the immense ungainly weight of maximilian's bionic arms a sharp pain in maximilian's neck signaled another stim injection another spasm of luminance sent him convulsing he gaped down at his body a scaffolding of bloody metal Parts inhuman not his Maximilian wanted to scream but it hurt even to breathe suddenly he had the Absurd thought that this couldn't be real that he was about to wake up that this couldn't possibly be happening to him next the tech Adept took his legs shuffling serviters brought in The Replacements clunking things with exposed rusted gears maximilian's eyes rolled back as the agony began anew he didn't even notice when the tech Adept castrated him with pincered calipers his mutilated genitalia flopping limply to the blood-soaked ground when it was finally over another dose of stim jolted him into Focus the tech Adept stood appraising him with cold green eyes the Scion could feel a tremendous weight dragging on his skin a terrible new mass that pulled him towards the Earth he tried to look at the tech Adept but he could barely lift his head he grunted spitting blood as the tech Adept reached out with a hand and took him by his broken chin inspecting him like a prized grocks a thin winding mechadendrite unspooled from beneath the tech adept's robes uncoiling towards the siren's face this isn't real Maximilian thought the thin mechadendrite burrowed up maximilian's right nostril finding the young Scion's frontal cortex with a series of small Snips the techadeep severed the cortex from the rest of the brain and Maximilian never thought in words again I implore you all to know your boundaries when it comes to the cult mechanicus they have almost as much reach as the fabled Inquisition and they will not hesitate to add another to their long parades of automatous servitors

Channel: Attenborough Lore

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Length: 9min 5sec (545 seconds)

Published: Sat May 20 2023