The Emperor of Mankind dying in a gluetrap

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The Emperor of Mankind dying in a gluetrap
💂♂️⚔️🪙If The Emperor's ever wants to stand up, he Will stand up.
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So how smart is the Emperor really. We're obviously told he's a super-genius, but like...I don't buy it?
And not even for the typical "what kind of moron couldn't predict the Horus Heresy/what kind of idiot doesn't know you have to give your giant bratty adult sons a kiss on the head every now and then/etc" reasons people usually give. That shit can be explained away with
-psyker foresight is not an exact science, you don't get a clear linear path of sight to one or two futures, it sounds like he was aware of a near-infinite number of possible futures and he had to just hope he's gunning for the one he wants.
-emotional intelligence/affective empathy are not directly tied to cognitive intelligence. You can be whip smart but also dumb as hell about people, feelings, etc. Plus the guy's humanity has been leaking out of a hole in his soul for centuries by the time the Heresy kicks off, he's not thinking about feelings.
No the thing that gets me is that the examples of his BIG GENIUS BRAIN are things he had an entire team of people working on. He wasn't alone in a lab, fuckin around with test tubes. There were whole swaths of people contributing to these projects, i.e. the woman the Astartes were named after, the guy Larramen Cells were named after, etc. The lore itself says the Custodes, the Astartes, every gene-forged being, was a product of his Biotechnical Division.
Then the Drukhari drop the bomb that the Emperor didn't create the Golden Throne. It's likely DAoT archeotech, xeno tech or some combination of the two that he found laying around somewhere.
So this is painting a picture of a Steve Jobs or a Thomas Edison type; a relatively clever guy who tells a team of insanely skilled and intelligent people "I want this. Make this happen".
Malcador's one of these people. He's a brilliant man who is, for all intents and purposes, running the Imperium for Big E.
The Emperor's skillset seems to mostly=identifying and recruiting smart, innovative and loyal individuals he can delegate shit to.
I guess you could cite the fact he managed to outwit the Chaos Gods, but that's...I dunno, maybe that's not particularly hard to pull off as a smarter-than-average-but-not-genius-tier guy with insanely overpowered psyker abilities. Like maybe the psyker aspect is doing most of the heavy lifting there.
It's hard to tell, the Emperor is more of a storytelling device than an actual character. Everything we know about him is via second-hand info and who knows how much of that is propaganda or people whose thoughts have been influenced by Big E's power of suggestion.
My headcanon, though, is that he's a smarter than average man who's managed to con the galaxy into thinking he's a genius. I prefer him as this man behind the curtain Wizard of Oz-esque grifter.
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Some poor clerk, sorting stacks of paper, unaware of the neuron-destroying auric spit and twist that is rapidly closing upon his exact location: Oh boy, I sure love filing stuff!
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