40k Ad Mech discover a Ford Model-T

[Sableye]

40k Ad Mech Explorator fleet arrives above an unknown world. Sensorium suites detect traces of ancient industrialization, and a flicker of power. Praising the omnissiah they descend to the world with vast leviathan excavators, manned by legions of cyber-serfs and servitors.

After many many cycles, they find the most holliest of artifacts. Located several kilometers below the debris of the ruined planet, they find a large chamber. Breaching it, skittari find an ancient piece of archeotech, that which is most prized; An intact Standard Template Constructor.

With such a holy find, none other than the Arch-Magos of the whole fleet descends to the chamber, accompanied by a cohort of tech priests and theologues to document the find.

While their analytica are incapable of deducing the function of the STC, the Martian code allows for no alternative, they must activate the relic.

Huge generatorium are constructed, kilometers of cabling and infrastructure are excavated around the device and a cabal of techpriests chant non stop binharic prayers and blessings around the machine itself.

Finally, all preparations have been made, all calculations cogitated, all findings backed up to the holy archives on Mars. Arch-Magos Dominux 145-Beta-Thaum activates the device.

The large box shaped device whirls, the interior glows with an intense illumination. the chanting of the tech priests swells to ear bursting proportions. Then with a loud 'Ding' the machine ceases its function.

Looking on with awe, the front panel opens, releasing a cloud of billowing fog as all present bow in prayer to the machine god for deliverance.

Suddenly the Arch-Magos stops his ministrations. All tech priests look to them with perplexity.

For in the center of the grand machine, sitting on a dias rested a vehicle. It was by all measure crude. Its bodywork made of flimsy stamped metal, its powerplant made of crude castings. The vehicle stood on flimsy fiberboard wheels, and emblazened on its front, a small badge, it read in an ancient pre-gothic script "Ford" and "Model-T"

"What does it do Arch Magos?" his most trusted aid inquired
"I have not the slightest idea." They responded. "But it must be the greatest find of this millenia."

[Cynical Asshole]

That's nice, dear.