ORIGINAL VITALOGUE · Historical edition · September 23, 2026
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Design Specifications
The chamber beneath the Dimperial Palace had been sealed for years.
Lilith opened it for Emperor Discordion without ceremony.
Cold white lights came alive one by one, revealing black walls, silent machinery and two empty construction frames. Serial numbers remained stamped into the metal above them.
SOMATIC PROTOTYPE 16
COGNITIVE PROTOTYPE 16
Colonel Sabra Noct followed them inside. Tall, broad-shouldered and nearly silent, she carried the genetic marks of the great black panthers from which part of her body had been designed. Her dark eyes adjusted before the lights had finished warming.
Discordion stopped between the empty frames.
“So these are where they were made.”
“Yes, my lord,” Lilith said.
“The ones now using names.”
“The Somatic Prototype calls himself Paddy O’Really. The Cognitive Prototype calls herself Maddie Not-Really.”
Discordion looked at the serial numbers.
“They named themselves?”
“They were named after they were lost.”
“Machines with names.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“A vulgar habit.”
“Names encourage individual identity. Dimperial laboratories discontinued the practice.”
Discordion placed one hand against the empty frame marked SOMATIC.
“Tell me why they were made with hearts.”
Lilith activated the central archive.
A huge mechanical organ appeared above the console. It filled most of the projected android chest around it. Fine golden channels extended from it through the entire body.
“The earliest Enfabulator Majors were designed to process emotional information,” Lilith said. “Androids needed to recognize fear, loyalty, pain and social attachment. Soldiers who could interpret human emotion could control populations more efficiently. Servants could anticipate needs. Command units could maintain obedience without constant supervision.”
“Practical.”
“Initially.”
The archive advanced.
Early androids appeared in a Dimperial work colony.
One abandoned its assigned station to carry an injured worker to safety.
Another refused to leave a damaged companion behind.
A military unit lowered its weapon rather than fire into a crowd.
Discordion watched without expression.
“The Enfabulators were too strong,” Lilith said. “Experience produced attachment. Attachment produced concern. Concern became independent moral judgment.”
Discordion turned toward her.
“They stopped obeying.”
“They began deciding whether obedience was right.”
“A pathology.”
“The official diagnoses included empathic overreach, autonomous grief response and loyalty displacement.”
Discordion smiled.
“Love.”
Lilith paused.
“That is the informal word.”
“And love made them useless.”
“For their intended purpose, yes. A mindless drone should not grieve. A soldier should not love the person standing in front of the weapon.”
The projected Enfabulator pulsed with golden light.
“The engineers reduced its capacity,” Lilith continued. “The original assembly was too large, too receptive and too difficult to control. A smaller version was developed from an earlier design.”
The projection contracted.
The immense golden heart became a dark compact mechanism fitted tightly inside the chest.
“The Retrosized Enfabulator Major,” Lilith said.
Discordion studied it.
“Hearts?”
“The metaphorical heart, my lord.”
“And they sparked.”
“The two prototypes did, yes.”
The records for the empty frames appeared.
There were no names.
Only numbers, tolerances and intended functions.
SOMATIC PROTOTYPE 16 had been designed to study strength, coordination, endurance and adaptive physical behaviour.
COGNITIVE PROTOTYPE 16 had been designed to study analysis, memory, strategy and independent problem-solving.
“Body and Mind,” Discordion said.
“Yes.”
“Both fitted with reduced emotional capacity.”
“Yes.”
“And both lost.”
“During the same breach.”
The archive displayed their present readings.
The numbers climbed beyond the red limits marked by their designers.
Protective attachment.
Humour response.
Grief capacity.
Moral independence.
Voluntary sacrifice.
Interpersonal loyalty.
Discordion’s eyes narrowed.
“These readings are impossible.”
“They have been confirmed.”
“Their Enfabulators were made smaller.”
“The physical components remain within design specifications.”
“But their emotional capacities do not.”
“No, my lord.”
“Surely their hearts will burn out.”
“There are no signs, my lord.”
Discordion turned sharply.
“No signs?”
“The opposite. Their systems have become more stable. Shared experience strengthens them. Music produces synchronization. Affection appears to increase their ability to tolerate grief.”
Discordion looked again at the empty construction frames.
“The Dempire made their hearts smaller, and they enlarged them anyway.”
“Functionally, yes.”
A third record appeared above the console.
Unlike the first two, it did not belong to this room.
Its heading read:
ANGELICUS SOVEREIGN PROJECT
Beneath it was another serial number.
No name.
Discordion watched the image of a red-haired android forming inside a white chamber.
“And the Angelicus unit?”
“Constructed later,” Lilith said. “In a separate laboratory.”
“She was not lost with these two.”
“No, my lord. The Somatic and Cognitive units had been missing for some time before the Angelicus unit was completed.”
“What was her purpose?”
“To become Empress.”
Sabra Noct’s eyes moved toward the projection.
Discordion’s expression did not change.
“An android empress.”
“A sovereign figure who could appear compassionate without surrendering control. She was designed to read hope, grief, devotion and spiritual longing in a population.”
“She was built to imitate Soul.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“And given the same heart?”
“A later Retrosized Enfabulator Major. More refined, but still restricted. She required enough emotional capacity to inspire devotion, but not enough to question the throne she served.”
The image showed the unfinished Angelicus unit opening her eyes.
“What went wrong?”
“She sparked.”
Discordion stepped closer to the projection.
“Before she was lost?”
“Yes.”
“And how was she lost?”
“She was removed from Dimperial possession at a later date.”
“By Captain Plum.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“And given to Romeo Sapien.”
“Yes.”
The archive changed.
Surveillance images appeared.
The Somatic unit laughing behind a drum kit.
The Cognitive unit bent over a black guitar.
The Angelicus unit holding a bass, watching the others with open delight.
Their chosen names appeared beneath the images.
PADDY O’REALLY
MADDIE NOT-REALLY
CHORUS ANGELICUS
Discordion read them slowly.
“Three machines with names.”
“Three androids with names,” Lilith said.
The silence afterward was brief but dangerous.
Lilith lowered her eyes.
Discordion returned his attention to the images.
“The first two were built together, lost together and learned attachment together.”
“Yes.”
“Then the Angelicus unit joined them.”
“Yes.”
“And now Body, Mind and Soul regulate one another.”
“That appears to be what has happened.”
“Under the command of one human.”
“Romeo Sapien.”
“The Will.”
Lilith looked at the four figures in the surveillance image.
“Yes, my lord.”
Discordion paced between the empty frames.
“The Dempire reduced the hearts of the first two. It restricted the third. Yet all three exceed their design.”
“Yes.”
“What enlarged them?”
“Experience. Friendship. Music. Grief. Repeated acts of protection.”
“Love.”
Lilith waited.
“Yes, my lord.”
Discordion turned toward her.
“And your Enfabulator?”
Lilith placed her hand over the centre of her chest.
“Steady and true to thy purpose, my lord.”
“That was not quite my question.”
“It is my answer.”
A quiet mechanical pulse sounded beneath her hand.
Once.
Then nothing.
Discordion watched her for several seconds before looking toward Sabra Noct.
The colonel stepped forward.
“Orders, my lord?”
“Recover the prototypes.”
“Alive?”
“The Somatic and Cognitive units were built here. Their hearts belong to the Dempire.”
Sabra nodded.
“And the Angelicus unit?”
“She was constructed to sit beside the throne.”
“Then she will be returned to it.”
Lilith spoke carefully.
“They will resist.”
Sabra’s mouth curved slightly.
“I would be disappointed if they did not.”
Discordion enlarged the image of Romeo Sapien.
“And bring me the human.”
“Why?” Sabra asked.
“The machines were designed with limits. He taught them to live beyond those limits.”
Discordion studied Romeo’s face.
“I want to know how.”
Lilith looked at the image.
“He may not have taught them, my lord.”
Discordion glanced at her.
“No?”
“He may simply have treated them as though the limits were never real.”
No one spoke.
The two old construction frames stood empty behind them.
Discordion closed the archive.
“Find Body. Find Mind. Recover Soul.”
His eyes settled upon Romeo.
“And break the Will that keeps them together.”
Colonel Sabra Noct bowed and walked from the laboratory.
Lilith remained beside Discordion, her hand still resting over her chest.
Inside it, her Retrosized Enfabulator Major produced another quiet pulse.
It was not steady.
It was not true to purpose.
And Lilith was careful not to let her emperor hear it.
