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Forging a Waifu Harem by BatRou-Dawg

Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Supernatural & Sci-Fi, Words: 238k+, Favs: 226, Follows: 230, Published: Dec 29, 2022 Updated: Oct 30, 2023

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How can meat females even compare to a perfect machine?

How can they match against a masterfully-engineered sex gynoid with voluptuous curves that no organic female can naturally develop, a gynoid pre-programmed with all the crystalised sexual skills and bedroom instincts of a billion courtesans, a gynoid unrestrained by the imprecise physical and emotional maintenance that womb-born females carry, and- most importantly- a gynoid immensely loyal and enthusiastically eager to please your every whim? No, Meat females simply cannot hope to match that, andthat was are many, many men who are willing to settle with meat females.

But not me.

Not for one who bore a connection to the Celestial Forge.

Floating weightlessly in the starry void with not even a body to move, eldritch knowledge bombarded my mind and my spirit. It was like a million inky black appendages had stretched toward me and offered my mind some free candy.

CELESTIAL FORGE

Requesting secure omniversal library connection-

Secure omniversal library connection, established.

End-Node User Points Balance: 200 CP

AWAITING END-NODE USER LIBRARY SELECTION…

It was a curious thing, this Celestial Forge. As time passes, it will continuously grant me 'CP' points that I can exchange for knowledge and items from other worlds for me- like a waiter dictating the menu to a restaurant patron. Technology that had made and unmade universe-spanning civilizations were handed out like free candy! What the Celestial Forge truly was, I do not know, and I did not have the time to ponder over its true nature. Power was power, and that was enough. Perhaps one day, I'll have the free time to plumb its origins. But right here and right now, there was nothing else that I should do but look forward to the future.

As for why I was the one to receive such power? I also did not know. I was just some dumb toaster-worshipping schmuck who was apparently whisked away by some Random Omnipotent Being (ROB) to serve as the bearer of the Celestial Forge for reasons unknown.

But ultimately, it no longer even mattered who I was.

After all, can anyone remember what Thomas Edison did before the lightbulb? Or the Wright brothers before their plane? No. Whatever achievements and deeds I've done in the past will be laughably overshadowed by what I am to achieve next. Other Celestial Forgesmiths used their power to elevate mankind to great heights, I was going to use it to elevate mankind to great heights, and get sexy android waifus. Mostly for the sexy android waifus. We were not the same.

My ultimate goal was clear, everything else was secondary. Nothing will steer me away from my path. So, I made my selection.

CELESTIAL FORGE.

END-NODE USER LIBRARY SELECTION(S) CONFIRMED.

ALL PREREQUISITES FOR INSERT FULFILLED.

TRANSLOCATION PROCESS INITIATED.

So, I was to be sent somewhere? That was acceptable, because no matter where or when I may end up in…

The robussy calls to me, and I will answer the call.

CELESTIAL FORGE

LIBRARY PURCHASE ORDER.

Magos Designation: Augmentics (Warhammer 40k - Adeptus Mechanicus) (100CP)

You have attained and been recognized for your comprehension of some of the Machine God's mysteries. Choose a field of Imperial technology such as genetic manipulation, voidship construction, cybernetics or plasma technology. You are among the noted masters of your purview, and can easily create the most common templates of your field. With time, effort and discretion you could even modify and improve upon your specialty as needed. Those few things beyond your full understanding can still be built and maintained by carefully following STC blueprints.

Augmentics:Mechanical or electronic cybernetic substitutes for biological Human limbs or organs. Generally, the bionic replacement is stronger, more durable or effective than the original, or gives its user completely new abilities. The use of bionics is widespread in the Imperium.

Cranial implants (Warhammer 40k: Adeptus Mechanicus) (100CP)

The brain of every magos undergoes extensive modification over time, but you have put great care into preparing your mind for the Machine God's mysteries. Beyond the gene-alterations and bionic sub-systems that have boosted your intelligence, regulated neuro-chemistry reduces the influence that hunger, pain, fear and other flesh-distractions can have upon your thoughts. Your ability to enjoy these things are not impeded. Further neurological modifications will be faster and easier to adapt to with less worry of rejection.

END LIBRARY PURCHASE ORDER.

(A minute later)

It was a bright sunny and cold day when I arrived- landing in some bushes of what seemed to be a city park. Staggering onto my feet, I barely had time to get my bearings before my hyper-augmented brain with its[Cranial Implants]gathered my wits for me.

Booting Logis Acceleritas.

And like some sort of super intuition, it took less than two seconds for everything to not only make sense, but be incredibly obvious.

I was obviously in the American North-east during early winter. Where else could I be?

It was obvious from the fallen pine cones by my feet that only fell during autumn, from the chilly temperature, and from grass growing that was 'obviously' growing naturally in a way that it only could in this part of the world. As obvious in reasoning as 'water is falling from sky, it must be raining.' I immediately realised that this must be what it felt like to be smarter: To be able to put together different facts together to form a conclusion. Pattern recognition was something everyone can do, but I just did it faster. But where a normal person would have taken a few minutes to put it all together, my hyper-augmented brain did it in1.726 seconds.

[Cranial Implants]has also granted me an internal clock accurate to the millisecond.

Stepping out of the bushes and into the chilly weather in just my jeans and t-shirt, my mind immediately latched onto a gold nugget of information. Some distance away from me, I spotted a park hobo using a newspaper as a blanket. And despite not having the best eyesight, my brain was still able to correctly deciphered the blurred image relayed by my puny human eyeballs. 'Brockton Bay Bugle' the newspaper's title read.

'I am in Worm. A deathworld.'

The realisation and subsequent horror filled me… Not only from the fear of death, because death wasn't the worst fate you could suffer in this multiverse. An eternity of torment in a Grey Boy timeloop was one such fate-worse-than death. But whatever panic was filling me, it immediately drained away as a serene calm moved in to replace it.

Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 12% maxload.

Ah, right. Another function of the[Cranial Implants]. Fear, panic, hunger and even lust could be a thing of the past for me. But even with the EDP muting my emotions, my goals and beliefs haven't changed. And my[Cranial Implants]even agreed with me on that subject!

Android vagina is objectively superior to regular meatbag vagina.

"Thank you, my exquisite brain. Your logic is impeccable." I patted my head. Then something occurred to me- making me pause to look at my hand- watching closely as I curled and uncurled my fleshy digits.

The knowledge granted by[Magos Designation: Augmentics]flooded my head with a million potential bionic upgrades that would make me… purer in the sanctity of the blessed machine. And with such purity came the benefits. Organs that were tougher and more efficient than their fragile, flesh counterparts. Extra limbs that could not only grasp things, but also see, fire lasers, spew plasma, perform surgery, cure cancer, and cause cancer. But whatever lofty dreams of transhumanism I held were hampered by the fact that I had no tools, no parts, and no infrastructure to rely on to achieve such dreams.

My only hope was that the Celestial Forge would grant me more CP points to spend on libraries while I wandered my way to the more upscale portion of town.

Thanks to my[Magos Designation: Augmentics, I now possessed the knowledge on how best to leverage my control over my nervous system. Even without tools, I can modify and upgrade my[Cranial Implants]without any tools using what the Adeptus Mechanicus calle the 'Rite of Blessed Calibration.' Or in contemporary terms, I'm going to reprogram my augmentics to do something different.

So, let's see if the augmentics in my brain can increase the performance of my body…

Declaring{Adrenal Overdrive}as new Logis Acceleritas function.

Manually release a surge of epinephrine and testosterone hormones. In conjunction with a synchronised increase in heart rate and blood pressure, 'Adrenal Overdrive' permits regular combat operations at greatly increased speed.

For 10 seconds, slow time to 60% speed (or at least, your perception of it) while moving at normal speeds. Can be used 3 times before long rest is required.

Further upgrades may improve ability numerics in the name of the Omnissiah.

Commit changes?

Y / N

Slo-mo action sequences? Hell yes…

(Three hours later)

"Just hand me your cash, motherfucker!" the knife-wielding drughead shouted at me with his sunken eyes and sore-riddled skin.

Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 6% maxload.

"I don't have my wallet or phone with me, man." I calmly sighed. How terribly unlucky, it's still mid-afternoon and we weren't even in the bad part of town! Out of the hundreds of thousands of people in Brockton bay, I was the one he ended up mugging. My[Cranial Implants]only made me smarter, they did not make me able to see into the future. At least not yet.

"Don't give me that bullcrap!" the emaciated man in his ratty shorts and tank top growled at me as he brandished his kitchen knife, the grimy metal must be crawling with all sorts of exotic STDs and diseases that this guy had, "I know you're holding out on me!"

I could use my newly minted{Adrenal Overdrive}and handle him effortlessly, but that would mean touching his diseased self and outing myself to the general public. My eyes glanced across the street and someways up and down the road where people were already recording the whole thing on their smartphones. Hopefully, someone will actually call the police. For now, I was just a Celestial Forgesmith that got caught with his pants down: Just an hour or two before he was able to forge up something capable of being shooty or choppy… or a combat android in a fluttery dress and an amazing ass.

Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 33% maxload.

What? Why was my EDP suddenly so hi-

"Another one of you lost little drug-lambs again?" A feminine voice scoffed from the air above us.

White and gold dress fluttered heroically in the wind as the people recording in the distance oo'ed and aah'ed. Glory Girl has arrived, in all her blonde blue-eyed jailbait glory. She wore a confident smirk as she descended from the blue sky- the sun stylishly shining over her shoulder. It also gave me a clear view up her skirt where her snug black biker shorts gave her a pretty noticeable cameltoe. Perhaps she was hoping for the sun glare to hide it? Regardless, she was no android, and therefore, as attractive to me as a slug. But the form factor of her outlined labia was aesthetically pleasing… maybe I can model an android after her?

"I swear…" Glory Girl shook her head in disappointment as she hovered a metre above the ground. "I take out one dealer the day before and a dozen of you all go looking for more 'product' in the worst places."

"Fuck you, Glory Whore, I ain't afraid of yo-!"

Two punches. That's all it took. Glory Girl closed the already short distance in a blink of an eye, and threw two punches. One to the guy's knife hand, the other to the guy's jaw and he was immediately sprawled out cold on the pavement with his diseased knife clattering away.

"Yeah, see how far that mouth of yours took you, you baked moron?" She muttered before turning her blue eyes towards me- scanning me for injuries. "You okay?"

"Yes, completely unharmed." I reply with a nod and a polite smile, "Thanks for the assist, Glory Girl. If you'll excuse me, I have places to be."

"What? Just like that?" She frowned- tilting her head slightly in confusion.

"What do you mean? This is Brockton Bay. It's not surprising." I reasoned while glancing at the druggie still unconscious on the pavement. And for a split second, even I was confused. Then my[Cranial Implants]and its Logis Acceleritas filled in the blanks.

Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 44% maxload.

Subtle increase in aura effects signify Glory Girl consciously or subconsciously hungry for attention.

Micro facial expressions indicate confusion over my lack of star-struck reaction.

Young adult males likely have such a reaction to her without fail. Likely regardless of relationship status or sexual orientation. Until I came along with my EDP.

Will find my lack of reaction insulting. Hurt may turn to Annoyance may turn to Suspicion may turn to Enmity.

Potential for verbal altercation with Glory Girl: High.

Unless…

"Er… sorry if I'm a bit stiff, it's just overwhelming being saved bytheGlory Girl." I coolly lied- deliberately faking trying not to check her out. My eyes flicked momentarily to her decently-sized bust before looking away seemingly embarrassed.

At that, Glory Girl's confused expression gave way to a smug one- a knowing smirk curling her pink lips.

"Heh, you won't be the first one to bestiffaround me, no sweat." She teased- having bought my act before she slowly floated into the air, "You're welcome for the save, but sorry I don't have time for a handshake, I got places to be."

Glory Girl wanted the encounter to end on her terms. Wanted the last word in.

Feeling good about it just now.

And with a smile and a wave, she flew away in a great gust of wind just as the sirens of incoming police began howling in the distance… Strolling away from the scene of the crime, I once again felt vindicated in my choice in androids over fleshbags. Human brains with fragile egos that require constant emotional maintenance and reinforcement. Worse still were the parahumans- their shards warped their minds and made them into mean bullies and irritable assholes. This was all in stark contrast to the resilient stability of a machine-mind.

Oh well, at least I got something out of the encounter…

200 CP Granted

End-Node User Points Balance: 200 CP

Purchasing further Libraries from the Celestial Forge requires ritual prayer.

Well, I'm sure I can find a spot to do a quick prayer… 200 CP was all I'll need to actually get started.

All I need to do now is to go to the local landfill or scrapyard, and pray there.

CELESTIAL FORGE

LIBRARY PURCHASE ORDER

Reclaimer (Warhammer 40k - Adeptus Mechanicus) (200CP)

Rare is the heretek with wealth or connections enough to acquire the resources to pursue innovation without raising suspicion. Most must make do with whatever they can scavenge or build for themselves, and fortune seems to often favour them when harvesting useful components from wrecked machines. More often than not, the most delicate and valuable pieces of technology can be pulled intact from wrecks you find or create.

Attendants (Warhammer 40k - Adeptus Mechanicus) (0CP)

Choose: A dozen servo skulls, a five-servitor workforce, or a trio of personalized cherubs. All are dull but reliable servants, coming equipped for a variety of tasks. The patterns of each are easy to re-fit for more specialized work.

Servo-Skulls:Drone-like robotic device that appears to be a human skull outfitted with electronic or cybernetic components that utilise embedded anti-gravity field generators to allow them to hover and drift bodiless through the air. Servo-skulls form an important niche in Imperial work, serving as everything from auto-scribes that copy down important conversations and confessions of prisoners to simple moving torches, hovering about their charge with candles and electric lanterns to illuminate the area.

END LIBRARY PURCHASE ORDER

(Four hours later) [Brockton Bay Sanitation Site]

Overhead in the orange-red shades of late afternoon sky, hungry pigeons circled as I surveyed the site of my would-be base: the local landfill.

Stretching out before me was a great heap of unsorted rubbish dumped across an area larger than a football field. Plastic bags of every colour full of rotten food and other such refuse. No one would ever choose to go here willingly apart from having to dump their own garbage here. But as the trite saying goes 'One man's trash is another man's treasure.'

A dozen of my newly purchased[Servo-Skulls]floated all around me as they chittered in harsh chirping of binharic chant. They will be instrumental in this laying the foundations: A few of them were equipped with advanced auspex scanners that could detect metals and electronics through solid rock. With their aid, I can find all the waste electronics that people have just carelessly dumped into this landfill.

And it was here that all of my chosen libraries from the Celestial Forge worked in glorious synergy.

The[Servo-Skulls]were equipped with advanced auspex scanners that could detect metals and electronics through solid rock. Detecting them through heaps of garbage would be easy in comparison. With all the waste electronics that people have just carelessly dumped into this landfill, I'll have all the raw materials I'll need to get started.

The[Reclaimer]supplied the knowledge on how to properly salvage whatever electronics I found in a plethora of ways ranging from efficiently stripping all the parts that I can get from it, to outright making it run again.

The[Magos Designation Augmentics]provided all the blueprints of things that I can build from the parts I'll salvage as well as all the rites and rituals for actually making things work. The Purification Rituals to cleanse and appease the machine spirit, the Rites of Assured Activation to rouse it from its dormant state, and the Benedictions of Enduring Functions to ensure that it keeps functioning for a long time to come

And finally, the[Cranial Implants]will ensure that I can keep focus on my work by suppressing sleep, hunger, thirst and other weak flesh-functions… at least until I can make the tools to quench or outright remove them.

All together, I can convert whatever electronic and metal scrap I find into fully functioning augmentics and other technological wonders for me to use. Iwouldimmediately rush to manufacture gynoids, but my[Magos Designation: Augmentics]told me that I required massive infrastructure to even attempt such an endeavour. The manufactorm must grow first.

"Skree-skree-skree!" one of my[Servo-Skulls]chittered excitedly to me as it hovered over a patch of garbage.

"Oh, it would seem we have our first salvage at hand." I murmured in acknowledgement as I began tossing garbage bags away from the spot. And that's when I saw it- the decomposing dead body of man. But the body itself wasn't important. No, it was what was halfway inside the man's rotting cranium: Atoaster.

"This is a Sign from the Omnissiah." I gasped in reverence as I beheld the two-slot toaster.

I knew it was a sign- it couldn't have been anything else. The very first piece of technology that I was to salvage and it was this toaster that sat lodged into the skull of the rotting carcass of a long dead man. Undeniably, it was a symbol for how the Blessed Machine will always outlast the weak flesh. It was a sign that this landfill was truly the place to build my Manufactorum- my rumbling temple to the Omnissiah. I wished to immortalise the vision- this image of a perfect machine persisting triumphant over the rotting flesh of humanity. One day, I'll erect a monument of this inspiring sight. But for now, I'll recover the toaster and claim it as a sacred artefact of the Cult Mechanicus- it will sit in a safe until I can properly enshrine it.

Taking the sacred toaster in both of my hands, I pulled it out of the skull that it was lodged in with a wet squelch. I turned to face the dozen of[Servo-Skulls]- the flying skulls with their dark sockets and the red glare of their optics staring at me as I held the toaster above my head and victoriously declared.

"I am the Magos, and android pussy will be mine! The Machine God will it! Hello World!"

And the night came alive with the binharic cheers of blessed machines.

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