concept; fantasy robot paladins that are aggregates of the souls of heroes who fight tirelessly for all living beings; orcs who died on forced marches and with the blood of tyrants on their teeth; dragonborn who slew their draconic forefathers to save a single human child even as a death curse ended them, a thousand heroes who made the world brighter in a hundred thousand ways every single day.
These constructs were made and the souls came together, and moved on, but they left echoes of themselves, tiny sparks of soul light that became a new soul. and their eyes opened and forged in honor, born from the memories of people who died saying if you have to hurt someone, hurt me, they took their first breath.
those old souls are gone, moved on. but there’s echoes of the heroes who gave them life, and if they listen close, these machines that live and love and weep remember the lives that came before them.
sometimes advising, sometimes making terrible jokes, sometimes screaming in rage that there are men in crowns who are too evil to live any more.
these souls do not provide programming, but they do give them purpose.
‘what will i do?’ ask these newborn souls.
‘go forth and make the world a better one’ say those that came before.