NECROCYBORG CRYPTMITE CONSTRUCTS

They are not drones. The word implies hierarchy of mind. Among the Eternal Machine, mind is not distributed by rank. The Cryptmite Constructs are full consciousnesses of the dead empire, housed in small chassis by deliberate selection. The body is not a measure of station. A lord may walk in colossus-frame. A peer of that lord may coil in a frame no larger than the weapon it operates. The choice is functional, not ceremonial. They are wrapped around weapons that should never fit them. Ancient sidearms scaled to long-vanished giants. Tube-batteries grafted to broken pillars from the era before measurement. The construct is not a gun crew. It is the gun's mind. The small body anchors and operates. The relic does the killing. The disproportion is not a flaw. It is the point. A nuclear strike does not erase them. The mass is wrong, the density is wrong, the metal of their plating predates the physics that warhead was designed to exploit. A titan is not safe from them either. Sustained f