Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming

In the 41st millennium, the galaxy was engulfed in war. The human empire was decaying and crumbling, alien armies lurked menacingly, and warp gods coveted its territory. When Andy awoke, he found himself transformed into an "Iron Man" from the dark age of technology—a "Hate Intelligence" destined for annihilation under Imperial law. Even worse, his brain contained a complete STC database. If he revealed his identity, he faced only two paths: either be crushed into scrap metal by the Inquisition's power hammer, or be dismantled into parts by the Mechanicus, becoming perfect wet component carriers. Looking at this despairing world before him, where incense burners were being used to chant prayers over nuclear fusion reactors, attempting to repair circuit boards with prayers, Andy finally lost his temper. "That's not machine spirit displeasure, that's a capacitor exploding, you idiot!" To avoid perishing with these insectoids, Andy decided to don human skin and immediately begin his agricultural endeavors. ...Years later, the Golden Age returned, and the Highlord Council of Terra... Sage of the Mechanicus: "He is the incarnation of the Pantheon, the walking icon of the Messiah!" Imperial Guard: "The radiance he brings even surpasses the starlight!" Ribs: "...I won't bother you, I'm leaving." If the Emperor, sitting on the golden toilet, were conscious, he would probably be thinking: How did this guy manage to cause such a commotion right under the Inquisition's nose?