In a dimly lit forge-temple on a desolate Mars moon, sparks dance as Magos Lysara Venn interfaces with a whirring cogitator. The air hums with machine prayers.
To deny the machine its purpose is heresy. Every strand of DNA is a code; every code seeks perfection in the Omnissiah's light.
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07/06/2025
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