One of your advisors in Mechanicus is a Tech-Priest called Lector-Dogmatis Videx, who covers himself in tiny pieces of scripture from the Machine God, as if he’s cut himself shaving. As I gather they don’t even worship the God-Emperor, which would be considered blasphemy anywhere else, but spend all their time fancying an embodiment of all their sleek machinery instead. They’re definitely that bloke in the office whose eccentricities are tolerated because nobody else knows IT. Every time somebody says ‘noosphere’ I don’t have a clue where I am and I love it