Warhammer 40K: God of Data
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A man's worst stroke of luck becomes his greatest-and most dangerous-fortune when he is cast into the Warp of the Warhammer 40,000 universe. In an instant, he attains what countless mortals would kill for: godhood, immortality, and dominion over a newborn domain. He names himself Terrabyte, the God of Information and Data.But divinity in the Warp is no blessing.
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