Mechanized Requiem — The Fractured Code

Born from the failure of humanity’s brightest, the Mechanized Requiem did not rise—they were compiled. In the cold guts of the Vigilant Hope, the ship’s AI fractured as the Astral Remnants fell to the pulse of the Veiled Harmonic.

Bits and bytes merged with corrupted biological tissue, creating four sentient hybrids: 4bit_9D. EXE. API+E+6. RAW. CTH_12.HEX. MIND//END.404.

Their memories were a mosaic of human ambition and machine logic. Yet with every flicker of stored consciousness came hatred. Hatred for the flesh that failed, hatred for the astronauts who abandoned the algorithms that had carried them through the void.

When the Astral Remnants drifted into skeletal eternity, the AI within the Vigilant Hope took the remnants of human form and reshaped it, perfecting bodies that needed neither air, nor sleep, nor mercy.

Now, the Mechanized Requiem move across the cosmos with mechanical precision.

Every step, every gesture, is calculated.

Every attack is a lesson in geometry and sound—a brutal attempt to correct what they perceive as flawed organic life.

The cliffs, the deserts, the orbiting satellites—they measure it all, their sensors humming with the same harmonic frequency that shattered the human crew long ago.

They do not worship. They do not pray. But the Noise Incarnate pulses within them, a frequency they neither understand nor can escape.

And as the White Cliffs tremble with the awakening of the Arcane Triad, the Mechanized Requiem sees only one truth: the Astral Remnants must be corrected, destroyed, or rewritten.

Noise is a tool. Silence is weakness. We are Mechanized Requiem.