Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0074 Robert, 1 name

"Robert."

It means "the most outstanding first".

When did he realize that the word was calling him?

No, he understood it from the beginning.

He simply never responded to the name.

This name lacks power and is tainted with too much emotion.

His creators gave him a more powerful name and a colder number.

He was never the first; that honor belonged to someone else.

He could occasionally recall some things from the past: the cold laboratory, the pervasive smell of disinfectant, the brown-skinned man who forced himself to do things, the woman who looked at them as if they were works of art, and the woman who contributed half of his genetic sequence.

And his kind.

Firstly, even across the long years, even through the thick walls of the life support pod, even when they were just embryos, he still remembered the beast-like gaze he received through the glass.

There is another one, who has consciousness earlier than anyone else, even before birth, and who has a talent similar to that of the "teacher," but is ten thousand times more powerful.

They all have a number, and a more powerful name—the name their creator inscribed in the primordial language into their being.

"Robert."

They called him that, saying it was "them," but in reality there were only two of them.

When the man found his attendant, he only dared to whisper that he was a child who had fallen from the sky, and some even said that he was the son of God.

The servants and maids under the management of women only dared to call him "that young master" or "that child" in whispers, and some even said he was the son of the devil.

Which one is he exactly?

Son of God or Son of the Devil?

He was born with logical thinking skills; his brain could be divided into many pieces and think simultaneously. The conclusion he reached was: he was neither.

His creator, the brown-skinned man in the white coat, was simply a human being who was constantly forcing himself.

It was precisely his unique way of thinking that allowed him to see two things.

First, men are the rulers of this planet, the most powerful people on the entire planet. If one can obtain their power, it will be of great value to the future, and one may even be able to control the entire planet through their hands.

Secondly, women are the managers of men's estates, their housekeepers. If a man can win her favor, he can more easily obtain what he wants, and even take control of the estate.

So he called the man his father.

The man laughed, and he laughed too. Both of them knew that this was an exchange of interests between men; he needed the man's power, and the man needed him as his successor.

Thus, based on men and men's rationality, they became father and son.

Therefore, he called women "mother".

The woman smiled, but he did not. She saw the consideration behind his calling her "mother" and pointed it out with a smile, but she still accepted the title and told him that he could be more honest in front of his mother.

Later, the man really did become his father.

He began to understand that, beyond reason, the man truly regarded him as his offspring and his continuation on an emotional level.

He loved him, even though he couldn't offer the man any benefit. It was a father's love for his child, a love that was unspoken, hidden behind the man's pride, but which they both understood.

Later, the woman really did become his mother.

He began to understand that when a young child calls a woman who takes care of him "mother," for whatever reason, that woman will see it as a responsibility and love.

She loved him, no matter how many thoughts he had, no matter how inhuman his thinking was, no matter how many times the servants said he was like a monster, no matter how sometimes even she herself was afraid of him, she still regarded him as her child.

That is a way of thinking that is purely based on love, without any rationality, interests, or considerations.

"Robert," she called to him.

"Mrs. Euton." He stepped into the corridor of Connaught House and nodded to Mrs. Euton.

Mrs. Euton had set out dinner for the day at the table in the family room, where Connor was sitting reading his Thinker’s report. When he saw Connor return, Connor looked up and smiled and nodded at him.

Mrs. Euton didn't actually need to cook herself. She was the plantation's butler and head housekeeper, the second most important person in the household after Connor, and had an entire team of chefs under her command. But she just liked to prepare dinner for Robert herself.

"Call me Mom." Mrs. Euton walked up to Robert, put her hands on her hips, and looked at Robert, who was already taller than her.

Robert kept his mouth tightly shut.

Even after realizing that Connor was truly his father, he could still call Connor "father" because it was a term of respect and dignity between two men, father and son. Pure love was hidden behind the pride of the two men, and it was not difficult to say it out loud.

But Mrs. Euton, after realizing that she was indeed his mother, blushed with the attachment and undisguised love behind the title. He could easily call her that when he didn't really consider Euton his mother, but when he did, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

But... Mrs. Euton stared intently at Robert.

He had to start considering whether Mrs. Euton would be angry or unhappy if he didn't call her.

At times like these, his prized, cold, logical thinking fails him.

"Mom," he called out, his face flushed.

Mrs. Euton smiled and gave Robert a gentle hug.

"Go eat, my dear child, you must be tired today."

Robert wasn't tired at all, and Euton probably knew that Robert wasn't tired either.

But she just felt that Robert was tired.

Robert sat down at the table, and Mrs. Euton went to get the rest of the food.

"A mother's care is both heartwarming and a little headache," Connor said to Robert with a smile, putting down the report in his hand.

"Father," Robert couldn't help but mutter a complaint.

"Haha, it's alright, it's alright, this is how a child should be." Connor laughed loudly.

Then, he paused, as if gathering his courage, before asking, "How were your studies today?"

This is certainly a question a father should ask.

However, the last time he asked this question, Robert directly asked him in return: Why can't Dad make a phone call when he's going in and out of the pipes?

Now Connor is almost afraid to ask.

"He arranged an exam for me."

Robert said:

"He created a fake arena for me, and had me command hundreds of gladiators to escape from it."

"I need to arrange everything within eight days, and after eight days I will verify whether I can pass the assessment."

"Oh?" Connor raised an eyebrow slightly. "Let me hear the details."

"I'm starting to get interested."