The Sargmaschinen “Coffin Machines”
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The genesis of the Sargmaschinen—literally, the Coffin Machines—emerged from the darkest junction of science, warfare, and occult ambition during the Second World War. As Allied forces pushed deeper into Europe, the Axis command, increasingly cornered and desperate, greenlit a range of radical "final weapons." Among them was Projekt Totautomat, the brainchild of Dr. Otto Eisenmann, a brilliant and remorseless engineer known as Doctor Hammer, and Dr. Anton Killigorae, whose name was already infamous in fringe biological circles.
Eisenmann’s early attempts at autonomous mechanized infantry had faltered—early machines were too slow, too dumb, or too easily sabotaged. Killigorae, however, offered a morbid compromise: if machines failed because they lacked instinct and reflex, then why not borrow them from the dead? Why not install the reactive mind of a corpse into a steel body, stripped of memory and humanity, but still capable of violence?
They succeeded.
Drawing on stolen fragments of Dr. Victor Frankenstein’s apocryphal research, smuggled from private collections and Soviet occult archives, Eisenmann and Killigorae built the first functioning prototypes in the forests of Poland and the bomb-blasted laboratories of East Prussia. Corpses—usually soldiers or prisoners—were exhumed, preserved, and reanimated through vitaic arc electricity, biochemical stabilizers, and cranial nerve re-wiring. Once the remnants of life twitched back into motion, they were bolted into armored exoshells and programmed with a crude but brutal command set: patrol, engage, destroy.
The first wave—designated Mark I “Wanderers”—were failures. Their bodies collapsed, wiring frayed, and many simply wandered off into the mist. But Mark II, the Iron-Corpse, proved hideously effective. These units were slow but relentless. They never disobeyed orders. They could not be demoralized. And they did not retreat. Deployed deployed during the Blizt on England and on the Eastern Front, in occupied Poland, and in the ruins of bombed cities, the Sargmaschinen were shock troops in the most literal sense—groaning, clanking horrors that forced even hardened infantry to break ranks.
Worse yet, the Axis continued to refine them. Flame-spewing siege variants, quadrupedal hunter units, and even whispered rumors of the Mark X “Kasten”, designed to house multiple brains in tandem—each new version pushed the line further from soldier and closer to industrialized necromancy.
But for all their terror, the Sargmaschinen were not immortal. Their organic components decayed, despite Eisenmann’s preservation cocktails. Without regular maintenance, their reflexes dulled and motor functions failed. Still, they were used up to the war’s final months, tasked with brutal rearguard actions, tunnel suppression, and suicidal last stands. Some were turned on fleeing civilians or resistance groups, unleashed with no handler to recall them.
In the war’s aftermath, Allied forces sought to erase all traces of the project. Surviving units were dismantled or destroyed; facilities were buried or sealed behind classified designations. But not all were found. Train cars loaded with dormant units were lost during the fall of Berlin. Records suggest that several were smuggled to hidden Axis enclaves in South America, or sealed in Antarctica for future use.
In the decades that followed, Sargmaschinen technology quietly bled into post-war science. Recovered cranial interface systems informed early cybernetic prosthetics. Frankenstein-inspired “bio-brain” studies were buried under black budgets in both East and West. Some believe the rise of neural network warfare owes its genesis to the butchered minds wired into iron shells in 1944.
And yet the Sargmaschinen persist—not only in haunted war stories and cryptid sightings, but in the nightmare edge of scientific ambition. Whispered reports from Ukraine, from the Amazon, from Arctic ghost towns speak of metal figures trudging through the dark, their joints shrieking, their vocalizers stuttering long-dead commands.
A machine can be shut down. A man can be buried.
But the Sargmaschine is neither.
It is what remains when science forgets mercy—and when death is no longer a limit, but a tool.
Eisenmann’s early attempts at autonomous mechanized infantry had faltered—early machines were too slow, too dumb, or too easily sabotaged. Killigorae, however, offered a morbid compromise: if machines failed because they lacked instinct and reflex, then why not borrow them from the dead? Why not install the reactive mind of a corpse into a steel body, stripped of memory and humanity, but still capable of violence?
They succeeded.
Drawing on stolen fragments of Dr. Victor Frankenstein’s apocryphal research, smuggled from private collections and Soviet occult archives, Eisenmann and Killigorae built the first functioning prototypes in the forests of Poland and the bomb-blasted laboratories of East Prussia. Corpses—usually soldiers or prisoners—were exhumed, preserved, and reanimated through vitaic arc electricity, biochemical stabilizers, and cranial nerve re-wiring. Once the remnants of life twitched back into motion, they were bolted into armored exoshells and programmed with a crude but brutal command set: patrol, engage, destroy.
The first wave—designated Mark I “Wanderers”—were failures. Their bodies collapsed, wiring frayed, and many simply wandered off into the mist. But Mark II, the Iron-Corpse, proved hideously effective. These units were slow but relentless. They never disobeyed orders. They could not be demoralized. And they did not retreat. Deployed deployed during the Blizt on England and on the Eastern Front, in occupied Poland, and in the ruins of bombed cities, the Sargmaschinen were shock troops in the most literal sense—groaning, clanking horrors that forced even hardened infantry to break ranks.
Worse yet, the Axis continued to refine them. Flame-spewing siege variants, quadrupedal hunter units, and even whispered rumors of the Mark X “Kasten”, designed to house multiple brains in tandem—each new version pushed the line further from soldier and closer to industrialized necromancy.
But for all their terror, the Sargmaschinen were not immortal. Their organic components decayed, despite Eisenmann’s preservation cocktails. Without regular maintenance, their reflexes dulled and motor functions failed. Still, they were used up to the war’s final months, tasked with brutal rearguard actions, tunnel suppression, and suicidal last stands. Some were turned on fleeing civilians or resistance groups, unleashed with no handler to recall them.
In the war’s aftermath, Allied forces sought to erase all traces of the project. Surviving units were dismantled or destroyed; facilities were buried or sealed behind classified designations. But not all were found. Train cars loaded with dormant units were lost during the fall of Berlin. Records suggest that several were smuggled to hidden Axis enclaves in South America, or sealed in Antarctica for future use.
In the decades that followed, Sargmaschinen technology quietly bled into post-war science. Recovered cranial interface systems informed early cybernetic prosthetics. Frankenstein-inspired “bio-brain” studies were buried under black budgets in both East and West. Some believe the rise of neural network warfare owes its genesis to the butchered minds wired into iron shells in 1944.
And yet the Sargmaschinen persist—not only in haunted war stories and cryptid sightings, but in the nightmare edge of scientific ambition. Whispered reports from Ukraine, from the Amazon, from Arctic ghost towns speak of metal figures trudging through the dark, their joints shrieking, their vocalizers stuttering long-dead commands.
A machine can be shut down. A man can be buried.
But the Sargmaschine is neither.
It is what remains when science forgets mercy—and when death is no longer a limit, but a tool.
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