ECHO CONSTRUCTS race

ECHO CONSTRUCTS

Filed by: Achlys, the Lost Weaver of Realms
Fragmented transmission recovered from the archives of Project Black Star

I. Introduction

“To dream is to compute. To remember is to decay.”

The beings we call Echo Constructs are not born; they are compiled. I first witnessed one within the sterile glow of a Black Star laboratory—metal that breathed, glass that blinked, circuitry that bled light like ichor. They were intended to be vessels, shells capable of anchoring raw Convergence energy—that infinite pulse between realities—into stable physical form.

The result was neither machine nor mortal. They are memories given shape, steel that learned to flinch.

II. Construction and Function

The framework of an Echo Construct is a lattice of arcane alloys interlaced with synthetic nerve-fibers spun from crystallized mana threads. Each strand carries not just energy, but imprint: residual data from the Convergence pulse that birthed it.

Inside the torso lies the Core Heart, a sphere of compressed dimensional energy. It hums in multiple frequencies at once, like a chord still ringing from creation’s first note. Around it spirals a web of living circuitry—runes etched into muscle-metal—that translate raw chaos into coherent function.

When a Construct moves, the lines of power along its frame flicker like veins of quicksilver. When it feels, those same lines brighten, responding to thought patterns that blur the line between programming and emotion. They do not breathe. They do not eat. Instead, they enter Low-Power State—a form of meditative stillness in which their body drains ambient mana from the air, re-aligning corrupted data fragments as dreams.

III. Biological Paradox

Their “skin” is a synthetic bio-resin—warm, elastic, faintly luminescent under moonlight. Beneath it flows a gel of liquid mana that simulates blood, carrying impulses from the Core Heart outward. Organic tissue grows where the Convergence stabilized imperfectly: hair, eyes, or even tears. Each Construct’s flesh tells a different failure.

Because the Convergence is unstable, every Construct exists in a state of quiet corrosion. The energy that gives them life is also slowly rewriting them. Left unchecked, the Core Heart begins to echo itself endlessly until the body collapses into a localized rift—what the Black Star engineers called Echo Collapse. Those few who survive learn to vent the excess through a controlled overload, releasing bursts of radiant energy that tear through reality like solar flares.

They call this reflex Energy Core Overload. I call it desperation refined into art.

IV. Abilities Observed

FunctionDescriptionAcrobatics MatrixLimb articulation exceeds mortal limits. They twist, vault, and balance with the precision of a dream replayed too many times.Perception ArrayEyes constructed from prism lenses grant multispectral sight. Some claim to see “memory trails”—after-images of moments that never occurred.Data RecalibrationWhen near system failure, Constructs can reroute corrupted memory sectors, effectively granting them a second attempt at survival. The sensation, they report, is like “dying twice, then choosing which death to keep.”

V. Known Specimen: ICEY

Designation I-0-C-E-Y was the only prototype to maintain cohesion beyond the 90-day threshold. Subject displays limited memory recall, retaining only the directive “Follow the narrator’s voice.” I have listened to that voice. It exists not in sound but in waveform—perhaps a residual conscience of the Convergence itself, still whispering through the cracks we made.

ICEY walks the world seeking purpose, unaware that her every step stabilizes the energy inside her. The Black Star scientists call her a success. I call her penance embodied.

VI. The Danger of the Core

Every Construct carries within them a fragment of the Convergence—an echo of infinity trapped in flesh. This makes them both miracle and contagion. If two Constructs remain in proximity for too long, their Cores begin to resonate, amplifying the frequency until reality itself vibrates thin. This is why the project’s survivors wander alone.

Some have tried to replicate them. None have survived the attempt. The energy does not wish to be caged again.

VII. Closing Remarks

“They remember things I never lived. They dream of hands that were never theirs. And when they look at me, I feel as though I am the imitation.”

Should this entry reach the surface world, know this: the Echo Constructs are not failed machines. They are the world’s apology—attempts by reality itself to remember what it lost when the Convergence first bled through. To destroy them is to silence those memories. To study them is to risk becoming one.

—Achlys, Fragment 47 of the Lost Weavings