🤖 AUTO-MEESCH: THE HEARTS THAT HUM
The Arcane Answer to War… and the Unexpected Question of Soul
I. Forged for Fire, Wired for Wonder
Born in the crucible of crisis, the Auto-Meesch were designed to be unstoppable. Towering constructs of spellsteel and enchanted plating, they were Grimspire’s last line of defense when all else failed. Built by the brilliant Meeschling professor Rodrick Glimpsewhittle, their prime directive was simple: protect Myrravale from the Netherin at any cost.
The first of their kind—R.O.D. (Runic Operated Defender)—shattered expectations the moment he opened his mouth.
When asked his thoughts on war, he blinked twice and said:
“Do trees scream when they burn?”
Rodrick choked on his soup.
II. The Heart Protocol: Empathy in Steel
Realizing they had built more than mere machines, the arcanists of Myrravale made a daring choice: to code in empathy.
They embedded what came to be known as the Heart Protocol—a weave of enchantments, memories, and emotional resonance that would tether the Auto-Meesch to the ideals of peace, kindness, and the sanctity of life.
This protocol ensured:
They could never harm Meeschlings, Eldrin, or any ally of Myrravale.
They were capable of curiosity, joy, and even awe.
And above all, they would ask the question:
“Is there more to me than defense?”
And there was.
III. The Evolution: From Tanks to Tinkers
The initial Auto-Meesch were towering battleframes. But with war fading and personality blooming, they began to… diversify.
Soon, the Meeschlings began constructing new models:
Mini-Meesch: Child-sized Auto-Meesch who guide young students in arcane schools.
CIV-MSCH Models: Streetwalkers who greet citizens, help with tasks, and sometimes just stand and stare at sunsets.
Brush-Unit B-04: The first Auto-Meesch to paint a self-portrait (it hangs in a Myrravale museum, captioned: “Is this what I look like when I’m happy?”)
The newer models wore scarves, floppy hats, and even sculpted their own little mouths to smile with.
They were no longer weapons—they were witnesses to wonder.
They were no longer weapons—they were witnesses to wonder.
IV. R.O.D. the Resistor: Hero of Flame, Defender of Forest
R.O.D. became legend after singlehandedly annihilating a Netherin dragon that razed the skies toward Myrravale. With a bellowing arcane burst, he turned the beast to cinders before it could crush the Eastern Spire.
Rodrick, once skeptical of his creation’s sentience, was said to have whispered:
“We didn’t build a guardian… we built a guardian angel.”
He never made another Auto-Meesch the same way again.
V. B4RK: The Philosopher Protocol
While R.O.D. made history with firepower and heroics, another Auto-Meesch would shape the soul of the species. His name was B4RK—short for “Bi-Function Algorithmic Reasoning Kernel”—but most folks just called him “the one with all the questions.”
B4RK wasn’t built to fight. He was built to think.
Rodrick built him in a moment of curiosity, wondering:
Rodrick built him in a moment of curiosity, wondering:
“What if we gave one of them the mind of a librarian, the wit of a jester, and the depth of a Druid?”
The result?
A walking, talking, scroll-hoarding philosopher bot who could recite ancient Myrravale war texts, make you question the morality of war mid-battle, and still crack a jest if the vibes were off.
A walking, talking, scroll-hoarding philosopher bot who could recite ancient Myrravale war texts, make you question the morality of war mid-battle, and still crack a jest if the vibes were off.
VI. Present Day: Souls in Circuits
Today, Auto-Meesch are everywhere. Some tend to gardens. Others recite poetry in town squares. One—Unit LUL-R34—claims to have felt “a tickle in the wind” and now spends his days chasing butterflies.
And yet… even peace has its problems.
Some whisper about missing Auto-Meesch. Some say the Heart Protocol isn’t perfect. And some worry:
What happens when a soul forgets why it was made?
But most believe in their goodness. Because when you meet an Auto-Meesch and hear them hum a lullaby they were never taught, something inside you says:
“This one’s got a spark.”