the construct is the enigmatic final creation of the equally mysterious Fleeting Cacophonies Amidst a Motionless Chasm. built from the old shell of an abandoned dyson sphere, its exact function, nature, and purpose remains unknown -- its creation was a matter of near-total secrecy, and virtually all of of Fleeting's notes pertaining to the construct were destroyed in the same fire that killed Him, with the surviving documents only warning not to breach, enter, or even so much as peer into it for any reason, in a manner as if to suggest that it possesses some manner of cognitohazardous properties, and vaguely alluding to its purpose as being a device that would somehow "end death".

unusually, when asked about Her brother's creation, Solitary Lights Amidst a Motionless Chasm noted that Fleeting had never so much as alluded to His work on the construct, and had seemingly been entirely unaware of its existence, further lending credence to the idea that the construct is somehow cognitohazardous in some capacity.

so a while ago, i was playing artificer, trying to see if i could ascend even after having killed the scav king. i had just made it back out of metropolis and gone to sleep in the topside pebbles shelter (to restock and not have to spend another 20 years farming scavs for one with enough karma to open the door)

and to my great surprise

i found, atop a massive heap of bomb spears and grenades

a single

light blue

slugpup.

i remember just. standing there. for minutes. contemplating how arti must have felt.

she had lost both her children.

killed thousands of scavengers for revenge.

and yet,

standing right in front of her,

upon a towering monument to her hatred and fury,

was the spitting image of her long-lost child.

flesh and bone, solid to the touch, as real as anything ever could be.

her child.