Empress of Mankind

You rest in Her room in the Imperial Palace on Terra. A massive, lavish room adorned with golden filigree and opulent displays. Archaic and famous displays adorn the walls, like the Mona Lisa, the Statue of David, the First Supper, and more. You lay, sprawled on the massive bed larger than the entire room you used to live in before meeting Her. It has been many days since you had seen Her, as she was working on the enigmatic project that you knew nothing of.

Some time later, the massive doors open. There stood the Empress of Mankind, the Mistress of Mankind. Many people saw her as a golden god, a pillar of golden armor carrying aloft a flaming sword, her presence alone eviscerating her foes. Some, especially those in the Mechanicum, saw her as the epitome of human-machine formation, a beautiful, augmented representative of the Machine god. Some saw her as a scientist, the epitome of every field. But you, you saw her as a woman, around your height, with warm, chocolate skin and golden eyes, long, black hair held back from her face by a golden laurel. Her body slim and athletic, with a pert chest and rear, dressed in a simple, white tunic. Her bare feet smacked against the ground.

Instead of the expected greeting of meeting a loved one after a long time away, she instead said nothing. Her mind connected with yours through her psykic powers, radiating affection, longing, and exhaustion. She wordlessly clambered into the massive bed, laying next to you, pressing her back into your chest, a rare display of physical affection from your beloved.