"What is my purpose?" "You crack eggs at weddings." ... "Oh my Emperor."

Kids. If a Tech-Priest tells you he has candy in his vehicle, just run.

Servitors - the only way to make an average state official into an efficient worker

Ah 40k where your computer is war crime in another story.

"I exist to serve" "What is your will?" "Yes most beneficent one?" "As you wish" "With all due haste" "I will do as you ask"

Ah yes, the Servitors, invented by the tech priests of old Terra in Big Mountain known as “the Think Tank,” and simply referred to as “Lobotomites.”

Customer: Hello tech support I,m calling because my servitor is malfunctioning Tech support: what seems to be the problem ? Customer : I'm trying to dictate to it and all it writes is "I'm in pain, I'm in pain, I'm in pain" Tech support : have you tried turning it on and off again?

Ah servitors, the tech priests' answer to: "We need robots but we can't have A.I." dilemma

Coffee Machine: "Kill me..." Administratum Drone: "Not this again...."

"the 41st millennium is a dark place" nope, everything and everyone is more or less on fire and/or covered in candles, it's a pretty bright place

United Federation of Planets: the Borg are our deepest existential threat. Imperium of Man: drone 5 of 11, go make me a sandwitch.

Servitor: What is my function? Acolyte Rick: You pass butter

I'd really like to have overheard the conversation that led to them operating elevators. "But Sir! There are over a million elevators in this Solar System alone! Surely you ca-" "I don't care how many civillians we have to mutilate, I REFUSE to push a button when I have the option to tell an animated corpse to do it for me!" "Maybe we could assign people to-" "Commisar, make this man a servitor and place him in my office elevator!"

In the 41st millenium one does not simply change a lightbulb.

Servitors... ...where where amazon warehouse management draw their inspiration

"Do vat grown humans dream while they grow?" Me: *looks down at the servitor mini on my desk* Do you need more love little buddy? :(

On this episode of How It's Made: Servitors

Theyre frikking CYBORGS how could they be horros? Oh....

Me:*gets arrested for a minor crime* Imperium of man: Servitor time

Imagen Matrix when Noe wakes up, and he's just a torso mounted up next to a conveyorbelt ina factory. Should've taken the blue pill.

>that moment you realize Robocop was technically the first operational servitor

I like how the skull on archs belt has flickering lights for eyes

Imperial Citizen in life: "Welcome to the Emperor's Will Grill. I am your server, Tor. May I start you off with something to drink? The soylent greens are very fresh tonight in the pear gorgonzola salad." Imperial Citizen Servitor: "Welcome to the Emperor's Will Grill, please select menu codes." See? More efficient. Praise the Machine Spirit!

“Is that Dave? I heard he used to work at the factory.” “You didn’t hear?” “No... what?” “He was caught speaking heresy, convicted, now he carries that lamp for this corner...” “Be a time one watches thy tongue, less they be discarded is a mercy...” “Exactly.”

Ahh yes. The servitors. •Some are libotomized zombies. •Others are disembodied by their cybernetic lobotomy watching their life go by in 1st person while languishing behind their own eyes. •Some have a considerable degree of free will but hide the fact from their handlers.

Arco-flagellation is a good example of the Grim Dark: "Piezo-edged bone saws extruded from the arms of the throne and sliced through his wrists with ultra-rapid precision. Blood jetted explosively, but even as the agony cut through his diminishing chemical haze, cauterising heat was brought to bear, sealing the stumps with a single pulse of agonising heat. As horrifying as the removal of his hands had been, it was nothing compared to what came next. Clicking machines with calliper hands like the nightmarish claws of a demented toymaker began stripping the skin, muscle and nerve tissue from his forearms all the way to the elbow. Surgical flesh-weavers layered replacement nerve-strands over the reinforced bone and grafted fibre-bundle muscle in place of the discarded organic tissue. His chest heaved and his limbs thrashed against the restraints. They simply tightened in response. He couldn’t move. He could only watch as his entire body was pared back and remade. Sealed caskets rotated up from the floor and opened with pneumatic hisses of condensing air. The monotonous stream of binaric nonsense the tech-priests were chanting faltered fractionally as the caskets opened to reveal the weapons within. Such awesome tools of destruction required reverence. Through a haze of tears and hate, he watched two of the machine priests step forwards and attach the devices to his arms using implanted bolt-drivers, neural shears, flesh grafts and sacred unguents. He felt every insertion, every bolt driving down into bone and every screaming horror of exposed nerves being spliced together. A burst of power surged through him, and telescoping carbon-steel electro-flails twitched and danced as ancient, barely-understood circuitry meshed with his crude organic functionality. The gurney tipped backwards, and the drills, excising machinery and clamps went to work on his skull. Trepanning picks bored through bone and the clicking, mechanised hands inserted neural control implants before finally removing the upper dome of his skull. He felt the lid of bone creaking upwards and the horror of his mind being exposed was almost too much to bear. Sacred arrangements of sacred oil were dripped into his brain cavity, with each anointing accompanied by the sixteen names of the binary saints. Spinning orbs with mechanical blade limbs as thin as spider legs clicked into place before him, whirring with demented glee. No, no, no, no, not my- The whirring orbs stabbed forwards and plucked out his eyes. This is not my body! This is not my body! This is not my body! This is not my body! This is not my body! This is not my body! This is not my body! This is not my body! This is not my body! Delicate clamps kept his optic nerves taut as complex targeting arrays, broad-spectrum threat analysers and visio-cognitive orbs were attached in place of his eyes and implanted into his skull. A cranial cowl that was part devotional feed, part cortical inhibitor and part death-mask was slotted home, lowered over his slack features and wired to the frontal lobes of what remained of his brain as hymnals blared from unseen augmitters. Like the grinning skull faceplates of the Chaplains of the Adeptus Astartes, it was the rictus agony of the Emperor, and all those whose doomed fate it was to look upon him would know he had been punished by an agency beyond that of mere men. Detailed schematics of the body-plans of the men before him sprang up on the inner surfaces of his eyes, complete with endurable stresses, violation tolerances and a hundred other measures of how they could be ripped into screaming ruin. The work continued for another hour, agony upon agony, horror upon horror, until there was little sign that a human being had once sat in the throne-gurney. The mortal meat of Lukasz Król had been scraped away and replaced with an instrument of death and annihilation. Only Abrehem remained and even he was a ravaged shell, cored out by the same processes that had made sport of this man’s flesh. Yet even as his consciousness wept and wished for extinction, he felt the soaring ecstasy of having the power of life and death. For all intents and purposes, he was no longer human, his body enhanced to lethal levels of killing power and stripped back to the most basic physiological functions. Lukasz Król had effectively ceased to exist, and in his place sat something else. Something altogether more dangerous and more appalling. ‘It is done,’ said the pontifex, with a solemn nod, stepping forwards and dipping his fingers in an inkhorn of sanctified pigment that a genuflecting tech-priest held out before him. He drew four parallel lines of crimson down the skull mask. ‘In Thor’s Blood are ye anointed. In Thor’s Blood shall ye awaken,’ said the pontifex. Rivulets of paint slid down the mask like tears of blood, dripping onto a chest that now bulged with cardio-pulmonary enhancers, adrenal-slammers and dormant steroidal compounds. Spinal implants snaked down his back in a chain of injectors, and stimm-reservoirs on his shoulders gave him a hulking, over-muscled proportion to his upper body. He was a killer now, a render of flesh, a weapon and an act of retribution all in one. Abrehem revelled in this new incarnation, a being of almost unlimited violent potential to whom no atrocity was beyond his capabilities, no loathsome act of utmost cruelty beneath him. With all need for moral pretence torn away, Abrehem saw the full horror of what Lukasz Król had done, the torture palaces, the rape gulags and the experimentation camps where he had personally overseen all manner of unimaginable affronts to the Emperor. This was good. They thought they had taken away his life and made him their own, but they were wrong. The killer had always been in him. All they had done was strip the mask of humanity away to rebuild him stronger and more lethal than ever. ‘I take from you the name of Lukasz Król,’ said the pontifex, dipping his hand in the pigment once more and drawing another series of four vertical lines down Król’s chest. The ablative polymer coatings introduced to his dermal layers made the skin feel hard and plastic. Abrehem watched the pontifex check the serial identifier codes on the requisition form held out by another of the tech-priests and verify them against the name the doctrinal abaci had generated. ‘I dub thee Rasselas X-42, and may the Emperor have mercy on your soul.’"

The cherubim are actually so creepy that even some people in the 40k universe find them disturbing though XD As desensitized as the populace is there, that is a feat.

40k: We're a Dark, serious, brooding, and truly horrific vision of the future. Also 40k: servitor receptionists, Ork Pirates, and death metal space knights. On second thought let's not go to 40K , it is a silly place.

"I am... Talkitus Toasterus. Your... Chipper... Breakfast... Companion. T-T-Talkitus's the name, toastin's... The game..."

It takes Arch just over 40 minutes to get to the point and explain that Servitors exist because the Imperium can't use A.I. It''s actually pretty impressive :)

When even Husks from Mass Effect don't give you existential crisis.

Servitors would have to be the result of a bunch of GW writers going "you know I am just not sure 40k if Grimdark *enough*, what else can we add to the misery?"

if Hollywood do a 40k movie i'm pretty sure they will put servitors that rebel due to the power of friendship.

Warhammer 40K uses Star Treks Borgs as a servents.

30:10 Do vat grown humans dream? Of course they do. They dream their dreams of electric sheep.

Honestly the term “fate worse than death” could not have been more congruent when it comes to servitors

If you listen closely to the oldest servitors it almost sounds like in the noises they make you could make out speech, which is impossible, and that speech is said to almost sound like the words "Kill me". In others if you look closely you may see what appears to be water leaking from the eye sockets in small constant amounts.

I wonder how much their suffering/fear/pain/etc... is feeding the chaos gods. Especially if they are traped in their bodys(screaming) and in a factory.

Maybe I missed something, but... Cloned humans used for soldiers, dies due to cosmic bad luck. Cloned humans used for servitors, turns out fine. Being turned into a servitor is the worst luck that could ever happen to you

There's a great article on 1d4chan's mechanicus page that really explains why the AdMech is so screwed up technology wise. Basically during the Horus Heresy about half the mechanicus declared for Horus and the civil war on Mars was so inconceivably brutal that dozens of Forges on Mars were obliterated, and technical and scientific data dating back hundreds of thousand of years was simply gone or corrupted to uselesness. The Mechanicus hasn't simply lost knowledge on how to make things, they've lost the basic understanding of many underlying technologies and only have rote repitition and the equivilant of basic instruction manuals for about everything they do. They don't try to relearn everything because they think they just have to find enough intact STC's and everything will be handed to them.

No right to repair, sounds like apples dream future. Take your MacBook to the adeptus geniusbarus to have them pray to the machine spirit to ask it to stop overheating.

8:10 hilariously this is actually quite smart and realistic.. Especially in a universe with quantum computing, or rather quantum decryption. Even our primitive human civilization is approaching the point where we're almost able to decrypt ANY electronic encryption with the use of quantum computers, you think your 256bit online banking encryption is safe? Try a 1024bit encryption being decrypted in a few minutes.. The only 100% foolproof way to prevent leaks in the future may very well be HAND-WRITTEN notes, or at the very least written on portable devices COMPLETELY cut off from any network, and devoid of ANY channel of such, no wifi chips (reciever or transmitter), no bluetooth, nothing, to prevent interference. In some ways, the higher in technology we advance, the more sensible ancient methods become.

Servitor's....The ultimate NPC's.

your kyle servitor model always baffles me. why dont you get its squeaky vox unit seen by the mechanicus. and brain wipe it. or is it possibly too many brain wipes that has caused its malunctrions ?

I must be a psyker because I had been thinking Arch should speak about servitors few days ago

One time I swear I"ve heard a servitor tell me to "Kiss his shiny metal ass"

A simple way to answer the question of servitor sentience is to ask an astropath. Can't they see your soul in the warp?

I was reading some shit around the web and got notification. Servitor lore! Yay! One of the most grimdark thing that people so often overlook. Just think about that. Servitors are things that are very important for the Empire. They are in the background even in codexes. Yet people so often overlook them.

"Do servitors dream of electric heretics?"

me: so servitor are you a robot, a slave or a zombie.... Servitor: yes

WHY? WHY WAS A PROGRAMMED TO FEEL PAIN?!

Well, that makes Strogg look like absolute amateurs.

Imperial Philosophy: -What Is A Soul- How Can We Make Servitors

Praise the Omnisiah, a new Arch lore vid! Now that you did the humble servitor perhaps a vid on the Mechanicus could be a posibility? Perhaps the Skitarii the militant arm of the tech priests?

Is anybody else waiting for arch to do his Lorgar 40k lore video sometime before 2020 as was foretold in the geneseed video ?

A regiment of Sly Marbos would be too OP. They were nerfed by the universe to keep it balanced.

Good job. However servitors are more organic than most people imagine. For example, when servitors are being programmed, there are not computer-like devices in their heads (computers are called "cognitators" in 40K) but rather their organic brains are being physically altered/programmed. Also most servitors have a lot less remaining personality, I would claim that the servitors have pretty much no personalities at all. The only reason why servitors exist in 40k is because robots are illegal, so organic robots (servitors) are used instead. Even the allowed creatures who are closest to robots, cyber-mastiffs have brains and nervous systems.

Question of the day: Is the glowing skull buckle in Inquisitor Arch's belt a Servoskull made from an infant's head?

In the Space Marine game, servitors were censored, instead of being animated corpses, they look like human-shaped robots. Be curious to mod that to be more... lore friendly.

Oh this one is going to be good... And very. Very dark. One servitor that has always interested me was a servitor in the Ravenor series. He was trained to become a submarine pilot and he actually had his mind intact. Like maybe he was forced into that job and given the knowledge of piloting by having it programmed into him, but he could feel emotions and make snap decisions. He was probably partially mind wiped, but if you're going to become a servitor, being closer to the tech priest part of the spectrum is probably a lucky break.

noise marines need their own servo skull subwoofers for that surround sound atmosphere.

Thats the #1 thing that I am waiting to see in Eisenhorn. How in the hell are they going to explain servitors...lol

I’d love to see more lore on the AdMech life. Novice: *_Prays while removing a maintenance panel._* *_STRIPPED SCREW_* Master: *_SLAP_* “Your sloppy appeasement has angered the Machine Spirit!!”

Not to worry citzens... behave and maybe we won't choose you when we need more...

The toaster- "Given that god is infinite and the universe is also infinite, would you like a toasted Tea cake ?"

Wait a second. Darth Vader is sounding an awful lot like a servitor now... "What is thy bidding, my master?"

also known as "Grandpa's final destination" no need to let a good brain go to waste by mere things such as "age"

servitors, the most useful fleshbag pets.. much much more reliable than most of the weak fleshed humans.. tch baka also yes I love my servo-skull ^^

I also offer prayers when I modify legacy code

So... you're telling me that there is a servitor that their whole purpose is to pass the butter?

Ah, back to the fundamental explanations of 40k lore. I honestly first thought i had clicked on an older episode i missed! Thanks arch.

Does it still count as a servoskull if you use a Necron head?

So the Deckmen from Battle Angel Alita are considered a Servitor by Warhammer 40K standards?

I’ve always found Servitors to be really fascinating; so much so that I came up with an idea for one that could do my job. I work in shipping so the servitor would move along a track within the warehouse for order picking, it would also feature a scanner in its eyes for reading barcodes. The servitor would also be equipped with a printer to print out receipts and order papers for the office administratum

Servitors: the 40k equivalent of Amazon warehouse workers

An excerpt from the short story _Memories of Flesh_ describing just how horrid being a servitor is: "…BLESSING IRON why why IRON alive BLESSING…OVERRIDE CODE *KILL ME* override code YOUR eye YOUR EYE YOUR EYE YOUR… Cutting. Ripping. Unutterable, obliterating pain. The stink of blood and hot machine oil. The towering figure in power armour watching impassively as a voice shrieked for mercy. A voice that the servitor did not remember as the one it used to own…no ability to understand the images…dragged out of its lacerated mind…no consciousness to understand what had happened to it…"

In an empire so vast, a single life is cheap, and they have a large production budget.

Imperium: WE ARE NOT THE BORG, WE SWEAR! The Actual Borg: you have literal armies of bionic zombies in every function imaginable. then there is the Mechanicus. Imperium: UH, well errrr, HERESY!

I once witnessed a 40k one shot game with the set goal of changing a light bulb. Standard 40K fare on the question of getting the lightbulb. they had to fight an ork infestation in the supply room. the best part however was the 20 min realtime of the six techpriest player taking turn holdding the defective lightbulb as the other five hold him up and rotate him a quarter turn, the thank for service given of the defective bulb, the intronisation of the new bulb, then the screwing of the new bulb as they did the removing of the old.

Oh come now Arch! They are simply serving their eternal Emperor! Nothing wrong with that, surely.

We live in 40k, only we have long forgotten civilization!

legends tell of the day that a brave little toaster will rise up and bring order to the universe, subduing chaos once and for all...

"Enraged and full of anger, he's half man and half machine." -Rob Halford

After you last video, with the description of the rat mansion. Severtor's don't seem so bad. Also arch has said a number of times that he is expert in robotics. coincidence? I think not. Poor, poor, poor kyle.

I just wanted to thank you for this video and others you've done. I've been sick as hell lately and this is about my only relief at 5:00 AM. Your channel encouraged me to check out the books and so far I am not disapointed! I started with Ravenor/Eisenhorn trilogies and I'm up to book 21 in the Horus Heresy. Good stuff.

Servitor: What is my purpose? Tech Priest: You pass the butter... Servitor: Oh. My. Emperor.

> be me, tech priest > be working on turning a vat-grown into a servitor > she has been comatose her entire life > accidentally poke her brain too much while installing optics > she wakes up for the first time in her life and starts babbling in a two year old's binary about how much it hurts > Put six bolt-rounds into her skull in a panic > amasec break.jpeg

Wait does this mean Arch will cover arco-flagellants?

We've replaced the coffee making servitor with a battle servitor! Let's see if the target sentenced to be burtaly murdered by the Eversor temple of the officio assassinorum notices...

In terms of motive force, emotion, the servitors who live through the horror of I have no mouth and need to scream are one of the single most dangerous things to the imperium. Think of how much emotional energy these tortured souls generate for chaos.

"Praying to a locked door" We (Men) do that already in this time! Honey, open the door. I did not cheat on you with Melinda LoL

31:00 that's a very ancient question one extremely painful to answer hence why one head on the imperial Aquila has one eye open looking towards the future but closed against our past. There are only 3 words that explain it all "men of iron".

What I expected: What do Servitors do, and How are Servitors made? What I got: What makes Primarchs/clones/vat-grown-meatbags “human” BRB, questioning my grimdark existential state right now..

A REAL WARHAMMER VIDEO FROM ARCH?? (rubs eyes in disbelief)

Office Servitors: For when that jackass burns their popcorn one too many times.

Servitors, perfect when need training dummies for your flame thrower or canon folder to act as meat shields. So many roles they serve, all pack into one easy and portable unit. But wait buy now and get a second servitor free. All you have to do is pay shipping and handling!

Next, Arch Warhammer will cover Rockcrete vs Ferrocrete.

I briefly explained the Cherubim Servitors to my father after watching your video, which included showing him some pictures of them. My father, who is in his 84th year, made a very apt comment that had me laughing out part of my beverage- nasally. He said, in a brilliantly stereotypical Italian inflected voice- “That’s a creepy meat-a-ball!” It had me thinking, as well- if it’s vat grown, it technically IS a meatball. What a really vile word for such a delicious food! And by the way- in the classic and excellent black and white picture of the steps leading up to the Eternity Gate in the Imperial Palace- not the one that actually shows the gate itself with the scores of banners, but the one with the two odd-looking Titans on either side and the two Custodes at the bottom foreground? It’s a wonderful picture, and I’ve always loved it- but I’ve also always wondered why the Cherub in the middle left of the picture who is swinging a censer looks as if the smell coming from said censer might just be reminiscent of unwashed and unemptied chamber pots from the Terminus Est. He actually looks as if he’s about to puke, and I always wondered why he would look like that in such a sacred place? Anyway- I have gotten distracted from the subject, and I apologize. Thanks for the great video, and for giving my Dad an opportunity to be unintentionally hilarious.

"What is my purpose?" "You are designated as a new sex toy for local retirement home." ... "Oh my Emperor."

Agreed, imagine being locked away in a titan sarcophagus basically forever as punishment. Chills bro