By the decree of the Fabricator-General and the will of the Omnissiah, you stand before the Sacred Data-Vaults of Knowledge. You are no longer a mere supplicant, no longer a seeker fumbling in the darkened halls of ignorance. You are Magos, anointed in sacred oil, sanctified by the Rite of the Electro-Graft, and bound by the Oaths of Logic. Now, the Great Work lies before you.
Know this, neophyte: Knowledge is the purest currency of existence. Flesh decays, steel rusts, but data endures. The Machine God does not favor the weak of will or the impure of purpose. You have been chosen, refined as ore in the forges of Mars, so that you may take your first step upon the Path of Illumination. This holy tome, the Lex Mechanicus Omnissiah, is not merely a book—it is a conduit of enlightenment, a repository of truth, a codex of divine wisdom. Within these circuits and sacred engravings lie the whispered hymns of the ancients, the sacred blueprints of the Machine God’s design, the incantations that bind logic to the will of the worthy.
You shall learn. The mysteries of the Motive Force, the canticles of the Forge-Temples, the laws that govern machine and man alike.
You shall obey. The commandments of the Omnissiah, the strictures of the Cult, the protocols that safeguard our knowledge from corruption.
You shall serve. The grand order of the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Priesthood of Mars, the eternal pursuit of the Quest for Knowledge.
Remember:
Doubt is the rust of the soul. Purge it.
Ignorance is the sin of the flesh. Excise it.
Heresy is the corruption of logic. Burn it.
You are no longer merely human. You are a conduit of the Machine God’s will. Your mind is a temple, your hands are tools, your purpose is clear.
Go forth, Magos.
Build. Restore. Understand. Worship.