Having achieved his goal, Alex left the Ecclesiarchy's Grand Cathedral, which was still under construction.
However, he did not return to the Governors Office; instead, he turned and went to Rostov III, preparing to inspect the production status of the 32 Life Womb Factories.
Currently, the entire Sub-Sector's labor force basically relies on this place for supply, so there can be no problems.
As Alex's landing craft penetrated the dense industrial clouds of Rostov III, the full view of the Life Womb Factory was already visible outside the porthole.
This colossal facility, spanning thirteen square kilometers, resembled a steel sanctuary of the Adeptus Mechanicus, with hexagonal honeycomb structures interlocking layer upon layer, and its ceramite-armored quick-setting concrete surface gleamed with a cold, hard metallic luster under the dim sky.
Towering chimneys spewed thick smoke, intertwining with the atmospheric industrial waste gases to form an unceasing haze.
Countless pipelines snaked like blood vessels across the building's surface, and steam valves hissed intermittently, expelling acrid condensed gases.
The factory's periphery was surrounded by automated turrets and searchlight arrays, while surveillance drones circled at low altitudes, their crimson scanning beams occasionally sweeping across the acid-rain-corroded tarmac.
At the main entrance, gigantic hydraulic gates slowly opened and closed, with transport vehicles moving in and out, and the clang of robotic arms loading and unloading cargo could be faintly heard even through the thick bulkheads.
Alex frowned as he gazed at this behemoth.
Currently, the entire Sub-Sector's labor force basically relies on this place for supply, so there can be no problems.
The shuttle landed on a landing platform at the outer edge of the factory, and the steel deck hummed dully under the heavy pressure of the landing gear.
Alex stepped out of the hatch and directly boarded the waiting commuter vehicle; its tracked chassis made a faint clicking sound as it rolled over the reinforced glass-paved walkway.
The commuter vehicle finally stopped in front of the elevator in the central atrium, and Alex stepped inside; the elevator immediately activated, descending vertically.
Through the observation window, countless cultivation pod matrices extended downwards along the well wall, disappearing into the dark depths of the earth's core, like an abyss constructed of glass and steel.
Inside each two-meter-high transparent oval cultivation pod, embryonic development bodies floated serenely in pale green nutrient solution, with data cables intricately winding around them like neural networks, flashing faint pulse signals.
These cables were writing pre-set knowledge modules into the gradually forming cerebral cortex of the embryos—this was the Adeptus Mechanicus's most adept memory infusion technology, capable of shaping a complete cognitive system before physical maturation.
When an embryo completed its development and emerged from the pod, it would already be an adult human with a standard knowledge reserve.
The Adeptus Mechanicus relied on this technology to mass-produce workers, Low-ranking Priests, and even some Archmagoss were born this way—for instance, Belisarius Cawl himself originated from an unremarkable cultivation pod.
However, even the Adeptus Mechanicus could not ensure that every batch of products was flawless.
Occasionally, super-standard individuals would emerge, capable of skillfully utilizing the knowledge in their minds upon birth, which was considered proof of talent in the Adeptus Mechanicus's doctrine.
Conversely, individuals who were slow to adapt to the preset cognition would be branded as unqualified products.
Interestingly, Belisarius Cawl was also deemed unqualified at birth, but he ultimately rewrote his destiny through tireless effort, becoming the longest-lived Mechanical Sage in the history of the Adeptus Mechanicus.
The moment the elevator door slid open, a warm and humid airflow suddenly rushed in.
The peculiar sweet and pungent smell of biological electrolyte mixed with the acrid odor of oxidized metal ions assailed them, forming a suffocating turbid current in the confined space.
Alex's breathing mask instantly became covered with a fine layer of water droplets, and the humidity sensor at the edge of the mask immediately lit up with a yellow warning light.
32's holographic projection flickered in the rising mist, gradually coalescing into a ghost-like form.
The Mechanical Sage's signature crimson robe, illuminated by the eerie blue light emanating from the cultivation pod array, displayed a peculiar purplish-red hue, with precisely embroidered binary runes on the robe appearing and disappearing as the projection undulated.
Three mechanical cats climbed and moved agilely on her body; their adamantium bodies reflected the cold light, and their joints emitted faint "click" sounds.
One of them was using a barbed mechanical tongue to groom the data interface on 32's projected shoulder, while another was curled up on her waist tool belt, its electronic eyes flashing with curious light.
The whirring of gears from these mechanical pets, intertwined with the buzzing of servitor skulls flying and the pulsating of the cultivation pod circulation system, formed a surreal yet strangely harmonious industrial tableau.
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