Like every well-adjusted middle-aged man, I’ve taken a recent interest in Warhammer 40k. There’s something about painting dystopian nightmares that is ever so soothing. And while it’s not a cheap hobby the price is much less than a mid-life crisis car. Much to the joy of my wife. My faction of choice is the Adeptus Mechanicus. I find it hilarious to mix technology and science with a cult like fervor. Working complex machines with the disciplines of a hardcore religion. Memorizing rituals to work machines. Burning incense to appease the machine spirit. Speaking a special language that lets them interface with the machines faster. Their depiction has changed throughout the years where they’ve been either the top scientists or they’re a cargo cult that doesn’t actually understand what they’re doing, they just pray and follow dogma and hope the machine does whats intended.